The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya Read Online Free PDF

here?
    Maybe our last conversation gave her the idea.
    It happened so fast.
    Bright rays of sunlight were putting me to sleep as my head perilously swayed back and forth, to and fro. I felt something grab my collar and pull with frightful vigor. Exhausted, I felt the back of my head meet the edge of the desk behind me with a fierce crash. I could feel fresh tears in my eyes.
    “What are you doing?!”
    When I turned around in rage and indignation, I found Haruhi standing and grabbing my collar with—for the first time ever—a smile reminiscent of a blazing sun in an equatorial sky. If you could take the temperature of a smile, hers would have matched the climate in the middle of a rain forest.
    “I figured it out!”
    Don’t spit on me.
    “Why didn’t I realize such a simple thing sooner?!”
    Haruhi looked at me with her eyes shining as brightly as Alpha Cygni. I had no choice but to ask.
    “Realize what?”
    “If there aren’t any, I just have to make one myself!”
    “Make what?”
    “A club!”
    It appears that being pressed up against the desk wasn’t the only reason my head was hurting.
    “I see. That’s great. By the way, you can let go now.”
    “What’s with your reaction? You should be a little happier about this discovery!”
    “You can tell me all about your discovery later. Depending on the circumstances, I may even share your joy. But for now, just calm down.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “We’re in class right now.”
    Haruhi finally released her grip on my collar. As I turned my ringing head back toward the front of the room, I could see my fellow classmates with their mouths half-open and the female teacher, fresh out of college, with a piece of chalk in one hand, on the verge of tears.
    I gestured behind me for Haruhi to hurry up and sit down. Then I turned my hand palm-up and held it out toward the poor English teacher.
    Please continue with class.
    As she muttered something under her breath, Haruhi finally took her seat, and the female teacher went back to writing on the board.
    Make a new club?
    Hmm.
    She couldn’t possibly be including me as a member, right?
    The throbbing in the back of my head boded of ill things to come.

CHAPTER 2
    In retrospect, that was exactly how it played out.
    The following break, Haruhi didn’t leave the room by herself like normal. Instead, she walked out with my arm forcibly in tow. After exiting the classroom, she rapidly proceeded through the hallway and flew up a flight of stairs before stopping in front of the door which led to the rooftop terrace.
    The door to the roof was usually locked and the staircase leading up from the fourth floor was mostly used for storage, probably by the Art Club. Stuff like huge canvases, broken easels, and noseless busts of Mars were all piled up, leaving the corridor feeling cramped. Scratch that, it
was
cramped. And the lighting was dim to boot.
    What was the point of bringing me to a place like this?
    “Help me,” Haruhi said. She was currently grabbing my necktie, pressuring me with her penetrating eyes. It felt like extortion.
    “Help you with what?”
    I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway.
    “Making my new club.”
    “Why do I have to help with your idea? Tell me that first.”
    “I’ll go secure a room and members and you go get the chartering paperwork.”
    She’s not listening.
    I untangled myself from Haruhi’s grip.
    “What kind of club are you planning on making?”
    “Why does that even matter? Creating the club comes first!”
    I highly doubted the school would accept a club engaging in undisclosed activities.
    “Understand? Find out what you have to do before school’s over. I’ll find a room before then. Got it?”
    No
. Except I got the feeling that if I gave voice to that thought, I would be clubbed to death on the spot. While I was trying to say the right thing, Haruhi had already flitted down the stairs with an oddly spry skipping motion, leaving behind a very confused boy at