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Yuki stepped up towards the school dragging her heavy luggage in the form of a suitcase with wheels behind her. The wind brushed through her newly cut hair pushing it back to show off the large expression of awe she wore staring up at the school she had longed to be a part of.
Most people would think her ludicrous for wanting to go to a boys school, mainly because of the simple matter that she was a girl. But no matter how many times Yuki past the school walking home she would always see such well dressed boys, fancy words, fancy items, fancy appearances, most of all in Yuki's eyes fancy grades.
Cross high was one of the top schools in the country for grades and everyone knew it, she wanted nothing more than to have the advantage of such talents bestowed upon her. She was desperate to get the highest grades she could achieve. She needed too.

Slapping her hands together she re-held onto the handle of her suitcase and began hauling it up the slight rise of a hill that was the actual entrance to the school, no easy feat for a girl of her short height 5ft 3".
Currently, as expected, she was wearing the Cross high uniform, not a girls uniform, a boys.
Her head had been filled so much with her dream to come to such a prestigious school that one drunken night not some two months ago she foolishly dared her friends to send in fake applications fiegning to be boys just to see what would happen. She did it out of her own selfishness of wanting her dream, however when she found she was accepted, well, everything changed.

She told her Father she was going to a boarding school across the country and that she would take care of everything herself including fees, you see the fees for Cross high were unusually free unlike another high school she knew of. She couldn't have her father know she was going to an all boys school, he would never allow it without thinking about it.
On the day she left, today in fact, she was dropped off at the train station, waved goodbye to her father only to leave the station as soon as her father had. Straight away she went to a salon and had her long pale brown hair cut into a rugged boy’s style. She then rushed to find a changing room in a shop and changed into her school uniform which had been sent through the post.
After that, well, she carried her luggage weighing more than half her weight over eighteen blocks until she reached the school of her dreams.

After all of her hard work, she actually had a chance of grabbing her dream, of getting top grades and possibly a scholarship to a top university. She wondered how her friends were doing, if they would even come, if she would be found out, and what awaited her at such a mysterious school as boys filled in around her their white uniforms sparkling in the sun.
"I think this may be fun" she mused aloud happily setting back to dragging her luggage for the last stretch.