‘First day of school, first day of school, first day of school!’ The lines rang in her head as she stood outside the building, her crimson irises scanning along the frontal features. These lines, although only played once around her, had come from the first DVD she had ever seen. After moving to the city to be with her new parents, Kokyuu was introduced to the wonders of technology; now having some of the more common ones in her own bedroom. Coming from a town where even a phonograph was rare, Kokyuu listened intently as her new parents gave her the run down on everything from calculators to a personal computer; and everything in between. In her small, brief case looking school bag was even a cell phone, as far fetched as the contraption seemed to the young girl. A flat screen TV and DVD player were in her room, with an array of DVDs for her to watch in the few days she got accustomed to her new home before school started. In that time, Kokyuu watched the very DVD the line ringing in her head came from. Mumbling, “Kyuu…” softly, she let out a light giggle at the excited orange fish, from the DVD, bouncing around in her memory; if he was so excited about school, she should be too, right?
Drawing in a deep breath, her bag sitting before her uniform skirt and held tightly in both hands, Kokyuu entered the school. She was on time, of course, having everything paperwork wise done by her parents previously. As well as being dropped off before the first bell even sounded, callings kids into first hour. Her day, however, wasn’t much to speculate on. Kokyuu was nervous and sat in the front of her first class well before any other students had entered. She and the teacher had a short and comforting conversation, which gave her enough confidence to smile cheerfully though the entire first hour. In order to make her new parents proud, she diligently took notes and made sure to be carefully listening to everything that was said. Being home schooled by a retired teacher up until this point left Kokyuu at a bit of a disadvantage coming into a real school in the city; she wanted to be sure not to get left behind. At lunch she sat alone, and ate something she packed herself that was made with fresh foods from home. Foods she shyly asked her new parents to make sure were at her disposal, since they were the only things she’d eaten growing up. A few kids from the freshman class spoke to her, making her feel like she fit in a bit more. Still, she was more than out of place in this loud, busy, bustling school filled with many people her age and older. Passing some of the upperclassmen in the hallway as she made her way to her next class, she stopped for a minute to witness their antics; giggling at the fun it seemed they were having. “Kyuu….” Again she mumbled that sound that meant nothing, but brought her such comfort. Silently, she hoped she would one day be able to join in such festivities, but first she had to make it to her next class.
Unsure if the lunch bell had even rang to sound it’s end and the beginning of the next class yet, Kokyuu had left the lunch room as soon as she finished eating, even if it hadn’t, to find her next class. The school was huge, much bigger than the small room she was previously educated in; she wanted to make sure not to get lost on her way through the halls. As she continued down the hall with her bag clutched in the same position it was when she entered the school, she heard music coming from the speakers randomly placed throughout the building. ‘Music..?’ She wondered, still unsure about all of the seemingly odd events that were occurring in the school. Although perceived to Kokyuu as odd, they could have been very normal, something she would only later learn from attending the academy longer. Glancing up at the room numbers as she passed them, she silently repeated the number of the room she was searching for in her head. She smiled gently, seeing that the numbers drawn in by her red optics were nearing the number she was searching for. Drifting off into a daydreaming state while listening to the sound of her bag bounce off of her skirt as she walked, Kokyuu straightened her posture; trying to seem as lady-like as her dear mother would have wanted to see, and had taught her to be before she passed away. She stopped, suddenly, and looked up; she was at her next class. From the amount of students still in the hallway, she assumed it wasn’t time for class yet, so she had to be early. Turning into the room, she gazed upon the weirdest of sights.
Inside the class, which should have been empty or seated by other freshmen who were early, were a few upperclassmen, and some students who appeared to be in her grade? Still, the sight was rather odd. There was a boy holding a girl and standing on a desk with a group of people who were overly acting out appreciation for the male, accompanied by another male who looked up at the two; someone who was probably just as confused as she was. “Kyuu!” She squeaked and blinked, looking at the group before her. Instantly, she was embarrassed, thinking that she had perhaps walked in on a club meeting of sorts; drama, from the looks of it. “I’m sorry!” She said, bowing in an apologetic manner. “I must have the wrong room.” Rising from the bow, she backed up a few steps to get a better look at the number next to the class. Nope, she had been in the right spot, which confused her more. Maybe there was a club meeting in there during her lunch hour? Pushing the thought aside, she shifted herself over to stand against the wall beside the door; not wanting to disturb whatever was going on inside the room.
«¦|~The thought that the real me is in the sky sounds so wonderful.
Being able to see so far and with everything on Earth seeming so insignificant, one can discover a kind feeling towards others, don't you think?~|¦»
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