Miu Phoenix's Story

A young woman sporting extremely long tresses that were a dark shade of cyan found herself walking silently down the hallways of the school, making sure to move out of the way of the few others in a courteous manner. Usually her hair was in pigtails, but she had only brushed out her hair today and let it pool around her ankles. Today, her hair actually framed her face and brought attention to it so that people might actually first notice her thick lashes accentuating bright blue eyes. A light smile was on her face as she passed a janitor, stepping to the left out of his way. She looked a bit out of order, to say the least, from her hair to her clothes. There weren’t very many students there yet. She held in her hands a duffel bag that she had stuffed with some clothing that she had taken from home. The short, plaid, black and red school skirt she wore was a bit out of order, her blouse was unbuttoned just a bit past her chest and untucked, her left sock wasn’t even on her foot because she was holding it in her hands along with a plastic bag that looked like it was filled with plastic containers of food. She avoided the eye contact as others as she slipped into her homeroom, closing the door quickly behind her. She was greeted by a rumbling stomach that she wasn’t expecting; She was hoping that she had gotten here early enough to have time to straighten herself up and eat a bit before being seen by others. She glanced to see who it was and saw her Homeroom and Sciene teacher, Mister Walkins. She offered a bashful smile and immediately spewed a jumbled explanation. “Sorry that I’m here so late and look so tragic. What had happened was that my clock was a few hours forward and my alarm went off and I thought that I was late so I rushed to school.“ That didn’t really explain why she had a duffelbag full of her things that she was trying to hide behind her back, but she quickly changed subject. “I heard your stomach growling. You’re hungry?” She looked concerned as she approached his desk and sat down the plastic bag of food. “There’s like eight Sausage and Egg McMuffins in there, an orange juice, some hasbrowns, and a parfait. Help yourself.” She offered another smile and excused herself, bumbling to the back of the classroom where she shoved her duffelbag into her locker before straightening out her clothes. She didn’t have to brush out her hair, merely running her fingers through it before going back to the front of the class. Her own stomach growled as she took a seat at a desk in the front and placed her head upon it, closing her eyes. Her disgruntled appearance when she walked in suggested that she didn’t sleep much that night and that she had gotten into a sort of physical altercation. A soft snore came from her as she seemed to have all but forgotten about her breakfast and fallen asleep, her head lolling to the side.

From the messy clothes, mussed up hair, baggy eyes, and tense, defensive demeanor, it was obviously very uncharacteristic of Miu to be in such a way. She was normally a tranquil young woman that always took care of her appearance from hair to nails. She never got too school too early or late, always arriving in enough time to get her things and make it to class only seconds before the bell rang for Homeroom. Something was off.

Eros leaned against the building of the school, near the main entrance, eying those that entered. To some, the eye would seem evil, like a hawk watching its prey. To others, the red eyes would signify a bored tone, looking for a new target. Others would only swoon and soak themselves as they saw the wink given to them.

The lone spaceman watched as his people were hoarded into the buildings, the alien scum preparing the humans for brainwashing.

His black hair shifted slightly with the breeze, which carried away his cigarette smoke. The all-famous Lucky Strikes. His hand played with a Zippo lighter, the click-fwick-clink creating a steady beat.

Such was the life of Lieutenant Argamedous Spiff...as an officer of the Intergalactic Police Corps, it was his sacred duty to trace illegal human-trafficing amongst the cosmos and stop it.

As the bell rang, Eros looked to the name of the building, giving a grunt of displeasure. He took one last drag of his cigarette before dropping the butt, quashing it under his foot. He gave a growl as he headed to his first class of the day, of which he took no interest in.

On the planet P5X-666, Spiff had found the homeworld of the nefarious K'nall, a race of sentient beings that took pleasure in the control of planets and their inhabitants. It was here that Spiff had gone undercover, resisting the brainwashing segments to ensure that, someday, these humans would be free of tyranny.

He gave a weary eye to one girl as he entered, muttering, "Mommy's work keep you up all night?" as he passed, only loud enough for her and those surrounding to hear. Miu Phoenix, while herself was with no vendetta with Eros, had been mothered from a whore who had stolen away his fathers from him and his mother. It was predestined that Miu would be the same kind of two-faced cock-sucking bitch--or, at least, so said his twisted and broken moral compass. And, for that, he hated her.

After passing the improperly hated young woman, he took his seat at the back of the class, located near a window. He propped the window open, lighting up a second cigarette, waiting for the final bell to ring and the shithole of a class to start.

"Oh dear I am sooo late" chanted Sayuri as she ran up to the front doors of the school, her alarm had failed at waking her in time on the first day of school. And her parents had already left for the week, to some business conference in China so Sayuri didn't have any parental backup when it came to getting up when the power had glitched. But after a mad dash to get her school clothes on (she always dressed uniformly, even though it wasn't required by the school), ran a brush through her hair, and grabbed an apple from the fridge; she finally made it to her bike and rode it so fast she felt as though her legs might fall off.

Once inside she ran past the lockers "I don't have time to drop books in" she said as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder. She didn't pay attention to the people still lingering in the hallways, no one thought of rushing on the first day becuase it was that... the first day a teacher wasn't going to reprimand a student on the first day for being late. But Sayuri being the "good student" she was could never fathom the thought of being late at any time.

She finally found her new home room for the year and opened the door, she was grateful that she had made it in before the final bell rang.

"Good morning Mr Walkins" she said with a quiet smile she made a quick glance around the room, she saw to other students in the room. The girl with the vibrant blue hair Miu Phoenix and... Eros Amor. His name went through Sayuri's mind more like a question then a statement, in her whole life she would never expect him to be in class before her. He was the "rebel without a cause" type someone who typically wouldn't be caught dead in class on time. But there he was back in the delinquent section of the room smoking.

The smell of the smoke hit Sayuri's nose like a tone of bricks making her cough slightly, "A...aaa...choo!" a squeaky mouse sneeze erupted from her as she clamped her hand over her mouth and nose. She decided that she should sit before she drew too much attention to herself and sat down in center chair of the center row. She glanced back over at Miu who was sleeping, "Oh my she must have been terribly tired to fall asleep" Sayuri though to herself. She then decided to take the time before the bell rang to pull her hair into pigtails something she typically took the time to do every morning before she went to school. Pulling her hair ties from her backpack she soon had lazily done pigtails up, she sighed wondering who else would be in her class.

The first day of the rest of my life. Everyday seemed to be the first day of the rest of Steve’s life. But it never actually changed. Even now, on the first day of school, she knew deep down that this year would be like all the rest. She would try to be friends with someone, and they would eventually forget that she existed. She would fade into the background after only a week or two. If only it was like grade school; where you could just go up to someone and ask him or her if they wanted to be your friend. But no, this was high school, and even the friendliest of gestures could be considered “odd” or “creepy”

Steve walked through the front door of the school, holding it open for a few boys who had been behind her. She was careful to follow the five-second rule. She would hold the door open for anyone who was less then five seconds behind her. Anything more would be considered overly courteous.

After putting her books in her locker, Steve wondered into her homeroom. She muttered a quick hello to Mr. Walkins and looked around the classroom. She didn’t try to hide the smile that spread across her face when she saw Sayuri sitting near the front. Of course, Miu (as well as Eros) was there too, and she was happy to see her (who wouldn’t be happy to see her?), but she was… sleeping from the looks of it. And it was quite frankly fucking adorable kind of odd considering how much of a teacher’s pet she was. Anyways, Steve was much happier to see Sayuri. This morning, her littlest brother, Michael had decided to turn off her alarm clock, just so that she would be late to school. It was a good thing that the little twit had forgotten that her phone had an alarm. And well… Steve had more fun hearing about how other people’s mornings had gone then she did dwelling on her own.

“Hey,” she said, sitting down in the seat next to Sayuri’s, “I’m glad that you’re in my home room this year. It would be awful if there was no one I knew”

The Russian boy fidgeted nervously with his black bag, watching his steps as he approached the school. Today, was yet again, the first day of school. Another year, which always effected Matvei in some way. At least he had Miu and Nathan he could properly speak to; a minor reason though of his nervous aura is because of the fact that Eros will be there, most likely, and obviously Matvei disliked getting picked on.

Extending a pale hand to push open the doors, he walked through and "click-clack" went his boots against the tiled flooring. More or less, Matvei dressed formally, though, not too formal, just generally. Wearing a black sweater vest, the color of his curly hair, over a long-sleeved, white collared shirt, along with black, simple skinny jeans and boots, he looked like a schoolboy.

Trailing down a hall, he nodded to other students to greet them briefly, thoughts running around his head. Once he made it to his classroom door, he wrapped a hand around the knob and inhaled sharply, attempting to calm himself, but unfortunately it was quite futile. Matvei turned it and cracked the door open just a bit to be able to stick his face through to look around, and immediately, he felt himself tense. Shoot! That Eros kid was there.

Pulling the door open all the way, he stepped inside the classroom with another clack and looked to Mr. Walkins, forcing a small smile with plump lips onto his face and nodding in greeting. "Hello, Mr. Walkins." The boy said softly, turning to head to his desk, avoiding eye contact with people. Setting down his bag, he almost had a heart attack of relief: Miu was here, and asleep. Sweet dreams?

Bringing his legs to his chest as he sat in his comfortable seat, he fished out his drawing pad and hid it in his desk as he continued a sketch he had been working on before, a gentle hue of pink rising to his pale cheeks as he chewed on his bottom lip, yellow eyes narrowing as he studied each line and curve, silently wondering when his best friend will arrive, Nathan, of course.

Looking up from his sketching, he saw Steve and Sayuri, watching them for a quick moment before glancing back down to his drawing in which made his blush deepen, continuing the sketch, once again.

Serena slowly opened her eyes, forgetting it was the first day of school she looked at the clock, which also had the date on it. Blinking her eyes a bit "oh crap oh crap yup gonna be late on my first day..." the she let out a laugh "who care?!" She got out of bed then went and took a quick shower, she pulled on her green skirt, green shirt, supenders and her orange jacket, grabbing her goggles that she never goes anywhere with out. She ran down the stairs grabbing her backpack and yelling to her mom.

"Mom going to school!"

Though she knew her Mom was probably passed out from drinking all last night. She rand down the street taking a right, running a bit more then turned ran to the schools building. Opening the front doors running down the hall she knew she was late and the bell already rang, she stopped at Mr.Walkins door, straighting her outfit and making sure her hair looked good she put the googles on top of her head and opened the door.

Taking a quick look around she noticed Miu....sleeping...what the hell? They saw Sayuri...god is that the same uniform thing she wore last year? Then she saw Stevie and smiled, the girl was always nice toher and she really didn't know why. She then saw Matvei..sketching. But her eyes locked on Eros in the back and grinned. So glad at least one friend of hers is in the class, she looked over to Mr.Walkins and sort of gave him a half asss salute and walked in the middle of the classroom to get to the back and took a seat next to Eros.

"Hey you how was your summer?"

Nathan Stockholme

"Here, kitty, kitty!" Nathan kneeled down in an alleyway, calling out to a cute white cat that meowed at him. He held out a fish-shaped cracker, wiggling it just a little bit. The cat sauntered up to it, sniffed it, then delicately took it from his outstretched hand. Nathan smiled, then stood up. Continuing on his way to school, he left the alleyway and walked along the street.

He was almost always late to school, simply because he walked about half a mile every day. It wasn't like the people at the foster home didn't want to drive him or anything; they were usually just too busy getting the younger kids to school that Nathan didn't want to bother them for a ride. That, and he usually got distracted by something on the way, like a cute cat or two. Nathan hummed to himself as he walked, going fast but not rushing himself. He was wearing what he usually wore; a button-up shirt, jeans, and rather fashionable boots.

Nathan finally reached the school, entering the front doors just as the bell rang. Knowing he didn't have time to stop at his locker, he went to go straight to his class.

Wait.....which class was mine again? Stopping in his tracks, Nathan fished around his pockets and his bag for his schedule. Where could it have gone? Oh no! i must have left it at home! Nathan's shoulders sagged as he realized, with shock, that he had no idea where his homeroom was. Wondering what to do, he wandered the halls, but soon stopped to look into the window on one of the classroom doors.

Peeking in, he could see Miu sleeping. How strange... He thought, I wonder if she's okay? Then, he saw Eros and shivered a little on the inside. He didn't really want to go in if he was there....but oh, Serena, Steve, and Sayuri were there too! Yay~ Completely distracted, Nathan pushed the door open just a little to get a better look. He saw the teacher, Mr. Walkins, looking like he was thinking about something. Nathan wanted to go over and greet him, but then he saw him.

Matvei, sitting and sketching. Without a second though, Nathan opened the door, running in.

"MATTY~!" He couldn't help but yell and he practically jumped on Matvei's back, hugging him from behind. "Whatcha drawing?" He asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek in greeting. The fact that he still had no idea if he was actually in his homeroom was completely forgotten.

Sebastian had been shocked to see Miu come into the room in such a manner. She wasn't usually so... Out of sorts. But she was still kind enough to give him her breakfast. "Miu-" He began when she set it on his desk, but then she was off again and then she was asleep on her desk. She was never like this. He wondered if something was wrong at home... A worried crease appeared in his forehead as he thought about it. When he heard her start snoring, he picked the bag up and set it back on her desk. He wouldn't accept food from a student. They or their parents paid for it. He had his own money, he could buy his own food. He had just forgotten this morning. And his lunch. He would have to go and buy some later on. For now he just sat back at his desk.

He smiled and greeted each student as they came in, watching as they started buddying up. Always the same people hanging out in the same groups. He put his feet up on his desk and put his hands behind his head. Maybe there would be some sort of change this year... He could only hope. With his luck, it wouldn't happen. Sebastian looked up as Nathan burst in the door. He looked at his attendance sheet. Yep, he was in this class. He chuckled to himself at the boy and his behavior. He could be quite entertaining.

He looked up at the clock and realized that the bell had already rung. He stood up, letting the other kids socialize for a bit. He walked to Miu's desk and kneeled next to it, gently shaking her shoulder and speaking quietly so no one else could hear. He knew how bad high school could be. He was there just... God, was it 7 years ago? "Miu... Miu, get up." He spoke softly. "Miu, I'm about to start class." He said, then stood, hoping he had woken her up. He then moved to the front of the room and clapped his hands loudly and raised his voice so he could be heard. "Alright guys, time to start settling down a bit. Announcements are gonna be on soon, and then I'm starting class, deal?" He said. "That was a rhetorical question, by the way. You don't have a choice." He smiled brightly at the class, even though he really wanted to fall down and sleep.

Matvei smiled ever so slightly as he was so close to finishing his sketch, just one last line. Maybe he should stop drawing for now, in case he got caught. Glancing up, he saw another person come in and he nodded once in greeting to her, staring at the ceiling in silence, his drawing pad just calling his name. He needed to draw more.

So, of course, just as he lowered his head to continue his artwork, he heard his name screamed across the room, an oh-so-familiar voice ringing in his ears. As he was about to look up, Nathan almost jumped the overwhelmed Russian and brought him into an embrace from behind, cheeks flushing over gently when Nathan kissed him in greeting. He still wasn't that used to it, and probably never will get accustomed.

"A-Ah! Hello, Nathan." Matvei said with a nod, previous smile widening. Thank god Nathan and Miu are in his class this year. Both are so kind, not that he would actually ever say that. When the other European boy asked what he was drawing, he puffed out his cheeks in embarrassment and blushed pure scarlet, eyes widening as he grabbed the drawing pad and hid it in his bag quickly, yellow eyes darting to meet Nathan's, then straying off nervously towards his desk.

"Oh, ah, i-it was nothing, comrade." He murmured, looking up when the teacher began to speak. Looking to Nathan, his gaze strayed to the empty desk next to him and he merely pointed. "Sit. Class is beginning." The boy whispered, smiling as the flushed pink lingered on his cheeks. Matvei watched the teacher attentively and focused, like always.

"Miu... Miu, get up. Miu, I'm about to start class.”

Miu groaned lightly and lifted her head some, blinking slowly. “I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” She blushed sheepishly as she sat up and grabbed the bag of McDonald’s food from her desk, briefly recalling what Eros had said to her after he entered – Per usual, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Perhaps it fed his insecurities to prod at those that he percieved as weak? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. She looked around, rubbing at her eyes before smiling to Matvei, giving him a light wave. She glanced at Mister Walkins and waited until his back was turned before fishing a sausage and egg McMuffin from the bag of food, tossing it back to the Russian. She looked back into the bag and saw that Mister Walkins hadn’t touched anything – Her bottom lip poked out and quivered in a pout as she removed the bag from her desk and placed it under her seat.

"Alright guys, time to start settling down a bit. Announcements are gonna be on soon, and then I'm starting class, deal? That was a rhetorical question, by the way. You don't have a choice."

She gave a light smile at Mister Walkins’ words, pulling out a notebook. Opening up revealed a number of musical doodles that looked like she was composing something. Sighing sleepily, she leaned her cheek into one hand and used the other to begin more musical notes, humming the melody softly along as she jotted it down. Hopefully this school year would be as good as the last few, if not better.

The brave Lieutenant Spiff took his place with his fellow humans, looking over them with distaste. Those alien bastards would pay for what they've done...

A sneeze brought him out of his daydream, looking to see the girl Sayuri sit down. On the outside, he seemed to stare at her as she did up her hair, before looking toward the ceiling, ignoring all, as if not caring. In reality, he couldn't get the thought of how cute she looked with those pigtails...

If only she wasn't such a goody-goody...no, that's just wrong. If only I wasn't a bastard by genetics...

As the others entered, he did not look at them, watching the smoke that rose from his lungs expel from his mouth in a ring shape. He did not care for them. They did not care for him. It was a cycle that perhaps brought political harmony to cease, but it worked. It had always worked, and always will. It wasn't until a very familiar sound broke through that he gave any reaction. He looked down to see Serena, the party-hardy girl and Eros' closest thing to a best friend. Not much was exchanged about emotions, for both were very hardened in the subject, but they exchanged just about everything else. Small talk, rumors, jokes, smokes, lights, and even some fun nights.

Eros gave the girl a nod as she sat down, asking him about his summer. "Alright," he stated, taking another drag of his cigarette. As he spoke the rest of his sentence, the smoke rolled from his mouth, seeming to only give clouds of badassery to his very being. "Partied. Met some nice girls, had some good times. Lounged around. You should know this--you were there half the time."

As the teacher stood at the head of the class, saying something about the institution he was in, he inhaled some of the smoke that tried to escape a second time, releasing it in a perfect ring. "It takes a talented mouth to do that." He gave a smirk, being obviously suggestive. "But you already knew that, didn't you? Learned that about me last year."

At the front of the class, Sebastian looked around at everyone as they talked to each other. It seemed like a pleasant enough class. A few trouble makers were here, he already noticed, but that was alright. Made the day... Interesting, to say the least. Though he hoped they wouldn't be too terribly rowdy. That would really suck. But he would deal with it, with detentions and principal visits more than likely. For now he could only see what would happen. There was no telling, but he was determined to have fun. There were plenty of kids here that could make the class fun too. Then there were the quiet kids who didn't really talk... It was a shame, really. He didn't want anyone to feel left out.

But anyways, the announcements came on and Sebastian immediately tried to quiet the class. "Guys! Let's chill for a few minutes! Some people need to hear this!" The class mostly quieted down, some kids still talking, but he didn't mind. So long as he could hear the PA system, he was happy. Never knew when they would throw in something he needed to hear. It sucked when he didn't hear that, because then he was behind and he didn't like that.

The announcements droned on for a bit until they were finally over. Sebastian clapped his hands together loudly, getting everyone's attention and hopefully waking some people up a bit. "Alright! Class has begun! Let's get this show on the road." He said with a bright smile on his face. "Get your notebooks out. We're talking about evolution today!" He said. Evolution was always a fun topic for him. He went to the board and wrote the word EVOLUTION big in the center of the board. "Alright, what do we know about evolution already? I don't want to go over things we already know. It's overkill."

Miu wasn't really listening to the class at the moment, rather, she was doodling. Her head began to drop lower and lower and her doodles became rather splayed as the motions of her hand were becoming rather sporadic. She could hear Mister Walkins say something about evolution and she could hear Eros' retarded reply. Giving a heavy yawn, she raised her hand, but answered without being called upon. "Darwin's Theory of Evolution is the widely held notion that all life is related and has descended from a common ancestor: the birds and the bananas, the fishes and the flowers -- all related. Darwin's general theory presumes the development of life from non-life and stresses a purely naturalistic undirected descent with modification. That is, complex creatures evolve from more simplistic ancestors naturally over time. In a nutshell, as random genetic mutations occur within an organism's genetic code, the beneficial mutations are preserved because they aid survival -- a process known as natural selection. These beneficial mutations are passed on to the next generation. Over time, beneficial mutations accumulate and the result is an entirely different organism; Not just a variation of the original, but an entirely different creature. While Darwin's Theory of Evolution is a relatively young archetype, the evolutionary worldview itself is as old as antiquity. Ancient Greek philosophers such as Anaximander postulated the development of life from non-life and the evolutionary descent of man from animal. Charles Darwin simply brought something new to the old philosophy - a plausible mechanism called natural selection. Natural selection acts to preserve and accumulate minor advantageous genetic mutations. Suppose a member of a species developed a functional advantage such as it grew wings and learned to fly. Its offspring would inherit that advantage and pass it on to their offspring. The inferior disadvantaged members of the same species would gradually die out, leaving only the superior advantaged members of the species. Natural selection is the preservation of a functional advantage that enables a species to compete better in the wild. Natural selection is the naturalistic equivalent to domestic breeding. Over the centuries, human breeders have produced dramatic changes in domestic animal populations by selecting individuals to breed. Breeders eliminate undesirable traits gradually over time. Similarly, natural selection eliminates inferior species gradually over time." Having spoken her piece on the topic, she let her head down on her desk again, the light sounds of her snoring rising from beneath her hair.

It was actually very uncharacteristic of her, to raise her hand when the class seemed to be in the middle of a discussion, but Steve couldn't just listen to Eros' statement be possibly misinterpreted. Due to the fact that she read a lot, she knew that Eros had just brought up an incredible point... even if he hadn't meant to. And so, she raised her hand. Only a few inches above her head. And uncharacteristically, she didn't wait for Mr.Walkins to call on her.

"Uhm, I'm sorry for interrupting... I don't want to debate really, because I agree with Eros," Steve stated, her voice just loud enough for Mr.Walkins to hear. "I mean, Miu said that breeding was the equivalent of natural selection in a way. Breeders eliminate undesirable traits gradually over time. And she's right, but so is Eros." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, not used to talking so much during class. "The elite and the rich have tried to be "breeders" before. Like, in slavery and the Holocaust. One of the excuses were that evolution had made these people poor, or different, or sick, or... other stuff. So they said that they had an excuse to murder, enslave, or ignore them." She stopped talking and looked down at her desk, her face beet red. After all, she had just made a fool of herself.