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Alto Skyefield [15] "To tell them that I have this disease.....It's not something I can say so casually now, can I..?"
Ari Hale [15] I like burying myself in music.
Logan Blue [13] Let's do our best!
Akemi Fujioka [12]
Azalea Lily Watson [11] "Oh! Oh, dear I am sorry I did't mean to bump into you! Oh no..!"
Andrew Lucas [11] "As You Wish~"
Haruki Shinobu [8] "Just leave me alone."
Setsuna Ohara [7] "My hand, it doesn't feel anything anymore..."
Eira Adler [7] "..."
Rowan Yusaki [6] "Don't look so serious! It was only a joke."
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Alto Skyefield
Alto yawned as he made his way to the Academy, laughing and greeting people he was acquainted with along the way. Humming a tune to himself in between bites of a rice cake- his breakfast- he walked through the hallways, heading into a classroom. He stepped in, looking around and yawned again.
"Good morning everyone~!" He greeted cheerfully, flashing his usual grin.
{OOC: Forgot to say in my Character Sheet that I was in the special class :P}
The lights from the sun shone dimly through the blinds of the windows. Haruki slowly began to stir from his sleep, but not in a good mood at all. Staying up late at night preparing for the first day of school took a toll on his energy and, now he was feeling tired and restless just lying here in bed. Having trouble trying to adjust again, he slowly rose from his bed and walked to the bathroom, taking a firm hold the wall to keep his from falling on the way to there. When he finally got there after the unnecessary long walk, he took a look in the mirror.
His hair looked, well putting lightly, hideous. It was knotted up together and looked like a cat had clawed through it. He really isn't in the mood of combing, brushing through it, and cutting it so it fitted exactly what he wanted. All he did was a half-assed job of brushing through it to make it look the least bit appealing. After fixing his hair some what, he walked down the stairs to his house.
Haruki's Stepmother had already made him breakfast and left for work like always. He quickly finished his breakfast and started to head out of the door, but before that he took a glance at the clock sitting on the table right next to the door. Six O'nine the clock read.
Haruki frowned, he had gotten up much sooner than he wanted to and it was probably why he was feeling so tired. Since he's the type of person to sleep in and don't care if he was late to school or not, he usually didn't get up until Eight O'clock sharp. Silently cursing himself he opened his door and began to walk down the street towards the High-school. All he really wanted to do was go back inside the house, go up the stairs and jump on his bed and go back to sleep. But, he would dare miss the first day of school, there was always another day to miss school. Like missing a Friday of school, yeah, that would work, he would get to have a three day week-end.
Lost in his thought, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cat meowing. It appeared right in front of him and he bent down to get a better look of it, with him being as tall as he is. It was scrawny and thin, but hell was it cute. Haruki always had a soft spot for cute things, and since it didn't have a collar on it he decided that he would take it home. So that's what he did obviously, and he left out food for him as well and then started back to school again. It was only a minor set back so it didn't matter much to him.
He was the first one into class like usual, even with his set back this morning. He merely just sat there and waited for class to start. Haruki waved to Alto as he walked into the class.
The lights from the sun shone dimly through the blinds of the windows. Haruki slowly began to stir from his sleep, but not in a good mood at all. Staying up late at night preparing for the first day of school took a toll on his energy and, now he was feeling tired and restless just lying here in bed. Having trouble trying to adjust again, he slowly rose from his bed and walked to the bathroom, taking a firm hold the wall to keep his from falling on the way to there. When he finally got there after the unnecessary long walk, he took a look in the mirror.
His hair looked, well putting lightly, hideous. It was knotted up together and looked like a cat had clawed through it. He really isn't in the mood of combing, brushing through it, and cutting it so it fitted exactly what he wanted. All he did was a half-assed job of brushing through it to make it look the least bit appealing. After fixing his hair some what, he walked down the stairs to his house.
Haruki's Stepmother had already made him breakfast and left for work like always. He quickly finished his breakfast and started to head out of the door, but before that he took a glance at the clock sitting on the table right next to the door. Six O'nine the clock read.
Haruki frowned, he had gotten up much sooner than he wanted to and it was probably why he was feeling so tired. Since he's the type of person to sleep in and don't care if he was late to school or not, he usually didn't get up until Eight O'clock sharp. Silently cursing himself he opened his door and began to walk down the street towards the High-school. All he really wanted to do was go back inside the house, go up the stairs and jump on his bed and go back to sleep. But, he would dare miss the first day of school, there was always another day to miss school. Like missing a Friday of school, yeah, that would work, he would get to have a three day week-end.
Lost in his thought, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cat meowing. It appeared right in front of him and he bent down to get a better look of it, with him being as tall as he is. It was scrawny and thin, but hell was it cute. Haruki always had a soft spot for cute things, and since it didn't have a collar on it he decided that he would take it home. So that's what he did obviously, and he left out food for him as well and then started back to school again. It was only a minor set back so it didn't matter much to him.
He was the first one into class like usual, even with his set back this morning. He merely just sat there and waited for class to start. Haruki waved to Alto as he walked into the class.
Akemi Fujioka walked into a classroom with her nose stuffed in a manga. She knew it was way too early to be at school, but the truth was she didn't really want to be at home. This was a normal thing for her especially when her mother would bring home a man for the night. She always knew it would end badly and so she didn't like to be around when it did. As a result, Akemi would be to school before anyone else a lot of the time and on occasions before any of the teachers even. The nice thing was she was on good terms with most of them so they'd let her sit in a classroom in peace to read, knowing she wouldn't cause trouble if she was alone. That wasn't quite the case today though. As she walked in and sat down she realized there was someone else in the classroom, though she didn't quite acknowledge them since she was so involved in what she read. Plus she already knew who it was, Haiku Shinobu. They didn't quite get along so it was better for her not to say anything to him. So there she sat, manga in hand and one ear bus in her ear playing music
After awhile people began to show up and come into the class, talking and slightly irritating her. She did her best to ignore all of them though and they generally stayed away from her, most being scared of her fearing to get punched for pudding her off. She wasn't a complete liner though, she did have a few "friends". Speak of the devil, the one person she was probably the closest to out of her friends came in. Alto Skyefield. He was as cheery as ever as he greeted everyone. "Good Lord, Alto how can one be so cheery so early in the morning?" She asked him while glancing up from her manga a little to look at him, a blank expression on her face. She didn't mean to sound so cold, but that was just how she operated. Thankfully Alto usually recognized that and never took it personally most of the time.
After awhile people began to show up and come into the class, talking and slightly irritating her. She did her best to ignore all of them though and they generally stayed away from her, most being scared of her fearing to get punched for pudding her off. She wasn't a complete liner though, she did have a few "friends". Speak of the devil, the one person she was probably the closest to out of her friends came in. Alto Skyefield. He was as cheery as ever as he greeted everyone. "Good Lord, Alto how can one be so cheery so early in the morning?" She asked him while glancing up from her manga a little to look at him, a blank expression on her face. She didn't mean to sound so cold, but that was just how she operated. Thankfully Alto usually recognized that and never took it personally most of the time.
Setsuna woke up early. It was not because she was enthusiastic about going early at the first day of school but rather the occasional pain that strikes her legs had chosen to emerge at this specific hour. She took the pills at her bedside and drank one without much thought. Checking her clock, she saw that it was three more hours before class starts. Rather than going back to sleep, she figured she might as well head out early.
She had taken her bath and got dressed in her uniform with the assistance of her mother and sister. After breakfast, she boarded her car, her sister taking the wheel and driving her to the Academy.
Upon reaching the academy grounds, she read the handbook that was given to her on enrollment day, her mechanical fingers, scanning the pages. She searched for her classroom and saw that it was on the third floor; it was now 6:05 in the morning.
Now she was on the first floor, with no elevators in sight and one question boggling her mind:
"Now how am I going to get up there?"
She had taken her bath and got dressed in her uniform with the assistance of her mother and sister. After breakfast, she boarded her car, her sister taking the wheel and driving her to the Academy.
Upon reaching the academy grounds, she read the handbook that was given to her on enrollment day, her mechanical fingers, scanning the pages. She searched for her classroom and saw that it was on the third floor; it was now 6:05 in the morning.
Now she was on the first floor, with no elevators in sight and one question boggling her mind:
"Now how am I going to get up there?"
Alto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ehehe... Well I guess I was excited to go, so..." He laughed, walking to his seat and setting down his things. He definitely wasn't lying when he said he was excited- His alarm was set at 5:00 in the morning, he just had a "little" attack so he passed out and woke up one hour later. Luckily, he made it before class started, even catching two of his friends in the classroom already.
He gave his things a quick review to see if he had missed anything. Of course, the things needed for his classes were there, notebook, ballpen, and other stuff. But in a compartment lay his sketchpad and trusty art set. It was a habit of his not to bring too many things, he knew that stressing his body out too much will cause him to pass out, but he would NEVER leave his sketchpad at home. That and his pet dog might find it and rip it up. His life would be over if that happened.
He relaxed when he found that nothing was missing. A few people came over to greet him, ask him some things, and other things, but they didn't last long since of course, people have their own groups.
"Haaa~ Oh hey, Akemi, what are you reading?"
He gave his things a quick review to see if he had missed anything. Of course, the things needed for his classes were there, notebook, ballpen, and other stuff. But in a compartment lay his sketchpad and trusty art set. It was a habit of his not to bring too many things, he knew that stressing his body out too much will cause him to pass out, but he would NEVER leave his sketchpad at home. That and his pet dog might find it and rip it up. His life would be over if that happened.
He relaxed when he found that nothing was missing. A few people came over to greet him, ask him some things, and other things, but they didn't last long since of course, people have their own groups.
"Haaa~ Oh hey, Akemi, what are you reading?"
The alarm of Azalea's phone rang her to the point of slipping out of her dreams, and promptly falling out of her bed, landing on a floor in the cocoon of her baby blue comforter. "Oww..." She mumbled a bit, wriggling herself out of the tightly enclose blanket around herself. Practically crawling over to her dresser, she reached up to grab her tiny cell phone, and shut off her alarm that went off every morning at 7:30. Standing up, she stretched her arms out, and squeaked a small "Oww!" once more, looking at the small bruised that had formed on her elbow. She had barley any more reaction time to it, as she heard her mother call to her "Hun? You okay? Did you fall out of bed again?" Aza blushed to herself, and called back in her regular sheepish tone, "Yeah, But I'm fine, please don't worry!"
Opening up her drawers, she took out her regular school clothes, and changed her pyjamas out for them. Racing into the bathroom, just avoiding hitting her shoulder in the door frame, she quickly brushed through her knotted vibrantly red hair. When she felt satisfied with its smoothness, she slipped into the kitchen area, grabbing an apple, and biting into it smalley. She continued to much on it for awhile, her odd amber eyes scanning around the familiar kitchen. When she finished her small morning breakfast down to its core, she through it out, and grabbed her black school messenger bag, ready to leave for the high school that she still felt rather unfamiliar with.
"Bye!" She called back to her mom, her dad already having left for work. As she closed her door behind her, and stepped onto the side walk, she could't help but smile being outdoors in the morning. It wasn't the same nature feel as when she lived in the country with grandma, but it was still trees, and fresh air in hich she often found herself craving when stuffed in doors.
Continuing down the cracked cement side walk, she felt calm for once, happy that she had only had one unfortunate clumsy act this morning. That really was, until she heard a loud bark and grumble from behind her. Glancing over with a surprised look in her wide eyes, she came face to face, well, face to face with a chain link fence between them, a snarly, drooling big ol' dog. Aza covered her mouth to keep a small squeak of fear escape her light pink lips, but as the dog barked and snarled again, she continued on running now to school. She ran and ran, being that big dogs was one of the two things she feared most, but her trip came to an abrupt stop as her shoe got caught on one of the cracks in the stone, and she stumbled down, falling on her knees. Looking down, it scrapped through her tights, and she noticed small blood welling up where she scrapped it. Huffing, she mumbled to herself. "And I was doing so well.." Before getting up, and partly limping the rest of the five minutes to the school.
Walking into the doors, she quickly made her way to her class room, and sat down, partly awkwardly avoiding ye contact with her classmates as she limped on through. Smoothing her pleated skirt down as she sat, she opened her bag and pulled out a band aid, placing it over the small cut that showed through her now ripped tights.
Opening up her drawers, she took out her regular school clothes, and changed her pyjamas out for them. Racing into the bathroom, just avoiding hitting her shoulder in the door frame, she quickly brushed through her knotted vibrantly red hair. When she felt satisfied with its smoothness, she slipped into the kitchen area, grabbing an apple, and biting into it smalley. She continued to much on it for awhile, her odd amber eyes scanning around the familiar kitchen. When she finished her small morning breakfast down to its core, she through it out, and grabbed her black school messenger bag, ready to leave for the high school that she still felt rather unfamiliar with.
"Bye!" She called back to her mom, her dad already having left for work. As she closed her door behind her, and stepped onto the side walk, she could't help but smile being outdoors in the morning. It wasn't the same nature feel as when she lived in the country with grandma, but it was still trees, and fresh air in hich she often found herself craving when stuffed in doors.
Continuing down the cracked cement side walk, she felt calm for once, happy that she had only had one unfortunate clumsy act this morning. That really was, until she heard a loud bark and grumble from behind her. Glancing over with a surprised look in her wide eyes, she came face to face, well, face to face with a chain link fence between them, a snarly, drooling big ol' dog. Aza covered her mouth to keep a small squeak of fear escape her light pink lips, but as the dog barked and snarled again, she continued on running now to school. She ran and ran, being that big dogs was one of the two things she feared most, but her trip came to an abrupt stop as her shoe got caught on one of the cracks in the stone, and she stumbled down, falling on her knees. Looking down, it scrapped through her tights, and she noticed small blood welling up where she scrapped it. Huffing, she mumbled to herself. "And I was doing so well.." Before getting up, and partly limping the rest of the five minutes to the school.
Walking into the doors, she quickly made her way to her class room, and sat down, partly awkwardly avoiding ye contact with her classmates as she limped on through. Smoothing her pleated skirt down as she sat, she opened her bag and pulled out a band aid, placing it over the small cut that showed through her now ripped tights.
Akemi couldn't help but snicker a little at Alto's reply. She had to admit that it was nice to have someone so cheery around sometimes. It helped keep her from being so grumpy all the time. As Alto sat down and greeted some others, Akemi went back to her reading only to be interrupted a few moments later. She decided to finish the page she was on before answering. "It's called The World God Only Knows." She said as she marked her page and closed the book. She figured it would be good to be social for a bit so she turned to look at Alto. "So how was your morning? Mine consisted of avoiding my mother and her new pet. I swear to God she's a friggin idiot that never learns. He's just gonna leave her like all the rest do. It's just how all men are." She went off on a rant, not realizing that what she said could be hurtful to others.
Alto's eyes seemed to soften a bit. "Oh, another one today..?" He looked down. "Well.....I had an attack earlier this morning. I think I was out for.... um, 1 hour or so..?" He looked at the clock in the classroom. "Yeah, 1 hour...." He winced when he felt a twitch deep down, somewhere in his heart. It always acted like that when he was near to getting an attack. Luckily, it didn't happen often and the pain went away a few seconds later. He found that he was gripping at his green vest tightly without realizing it and he quickly let go, hoping that Akemi didn't see his sudden movement. He didn't like making others worry about him- He felt that he was a burden if he did.
Setsuna waited some more, yet she saw no one who can assist in her dilemma. She had been in this academy for quite some time now but she's had very little interactions with the other students. Now, with the dawn of the new semester, she stared at the spiraling staircase before moving out.
"Two more hours before class starts, maybe I can stay in one of the classrooms--" She paused for a moment and glanced at the window. "Maybe I'll head into the garden instead."
She gripped her wheelchair's wheels and set it in motion with her mechanical hand. Slowly, she made her way to the garden.
"Two more hours before class starts, maybe I can stay in one of the classrooms--" She paused for a moment and glanced at the window. "Maybe I'll head into the garden instead."
She gripped her wheelchair's wheels and set it in motion with her mechanical hand. Slowly, she made her way to the garden.
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With one hand Logan swept back the bangs from his face, eyes gazing down at the hard back book. Striding casually, he made his way down the school corridor towards the classroom. With the door is sight, Logan removed his reading glasses and slid them gently into his pocket before reaching the large wooden door. Once more he adjusted his dark curls, placing the book under his arm and entering the classroom.
"Goodmorning!" Logan said ever so cheerily to everyone in the room, giving a polite nod of the head. Continuing his smile he glided across the classroom to his seats and sat himself down. His posture was perfect never altering from his respectable seating position.
"How is everyone this morning? " He asked retrieving his books and writing utensils from his desk; placing them with much care. Logan raised his head, retrieving his posture and looked round at the others.
"Goodmorning!" Logan said ever so cheerily to everyone in the room, giving a polite nod of the head. Continuing his smile he glided across the classroom to his seats and sat himself down. His posture was perfect never altering from his respectable seating position.
"How is everyone this morning? " He asked retrieving his books and writing utensils from his desk; placing them with much care. Logan raised his head, retrieving his posture and looked round at the others.
Andrew quietly and carefully shut the door to his front house, afraid of the wrath he might ensue from his mother if he woke her. She was home drunk again last night, nailed to the side of another flesh companion to warm her bed. Andrew scowled at the thought of his mother. Every uncharacteristic of him but it just happened. After softly locking the door behind him Andrew headed for school, his backpack casually slung over one shoulder.
When he reached school he breathed in the sweet nostalgia the dusty hallway tiles brought him. It was the first day of his fourth year. Being a senior wasn't all that bad but it meant having to leave all his friends behind after graduation.
Andrew pushed up his glasses and brushed some of the purple locks from his eyes before setting of to his homeroom on the third floor. On his way there he passed the garden and spotted a sitting form out of the corner of his eye. With another look he relised it was a young girl in a wheel chair, her light brown hair cascading lightly down the back of it.
Andrew bit the inside of his cheek, "Should i ask her is if she needs help or will just be offended if i did so?" he thought to himself. After some pondering he decided it wouldn't hurt to just ask anyways. After all, he was just trying to help, not imply anything. He opened the door to the garden and knocked on it to alert the girl of his presence.
"Hello Miss, Do you you mind if i ask if you need any help?" He said in his usual calm and soft tone.
When he reached school he breathed in the sweet nostalgia the dusty hallway tiles brought him. It was the first day of his fourth year. Being a senior wasn't all that bad but it meant having to leave all his friends behind after graduation.
Andrew pushed up his glasses and brushed some of the purple locks from his eyes before setting of to his homeroom on the third floor. On his way there he passed the garden and spotted a sitting form out of the corner of his eye. With another look he relised it was a young girl in a wheel chair, her light brown hair cascading lightly down the back of it.
Andrew bit the inside of his cheek, "Should i ask her is if she needs help or will just be offended if i did so?" he thought to himself. After some pondering he decided it wouldn't hurt to just ask anyways. After all, he was just trying to help, not imply anything. He opened the door to the garden and knocked on it to alert the girl of his presence.
"Hello Miss, Do you you mind if i ask if you need any help?" He said in his usual calm and soft tone.
Setsuna had been waiting a bit in the garden. While waiting, she had thought of other alternatives she could try. She thought of approaching the teachers but was too nervous to do so. She thought of asking the guards but they can't possibly risk the entire Academy security just for her sake. She considered asking help from the other students but she thought she would feel more inferior if she does.
So she stayed. The garden was a nice place to just let your mind wander off for a while. The air was cool and the flora definitely added some nice coloration to the otherwise, industrial looking buildings in the Academy. Quietly she just took out a piece that she had been working on and continued on it, she loved busying her hands as she ponders on something. She figured that it would be best to just swallow her fear and head to the faculty room for help. Having made up her mind, she kept her piece and was about to head out when she heard a knock from the glass door. Standing by the doorway was another student.
He had offered her his help in a manner that reminded her of a noble. She hesitated at first but it was either him or the faculty office. Deciding that she felt more comfortable with other people from her age group, she told him of her current situation.
"Oh, excuse me but, would you happen to know a way I could get to the third floor? The handbook showed that the room my class is in was moved to the third floor and as you can see, the stairs are not really an option." She addressed him in her most gentle and natural manner.
So she stayed. The garden was a nice place to just let your mind wander off for a while. The air was cool and the flora definitely added some nice coloration to the otherwise, industrial looking buildings in the Academy. Quietly she just took out a piece that she had been working on and continued on it, she loved busying her hands as she ponders on something. She figured that it would be best to just swallow her fear and head to the faculty room for help. Having made up her mind, she kept her piece and was about to head out when she heard a knock from the glass door. Standing by the doorway was another student.
He had offered her his help in a manner that reminded her of a noble. She hesitated at first but it was either him or the faculty office. Deciding that she felt more comfortable with other people from her age group, she told him of her current situation.
"Oh, excuse me but, would you happen to know a way I could get to the third floor? The handbook showed that the room my class is in was moved to the third floor and as you can see, the stairs are not really an option." She addressed him in her most gentle and natural manner.
"Oh dear." Azalea mumbled to herself. It seemed the band aid was just not going to stick over the slightly dirty scrap. Rising from her chair, she slipped out of her classroom before Logan entered, and made her way down the hall to the nurse's room. With a small knock on the door, she peeked her head in and asked, "Hello?" In a small voice. Noticing the smiling face of the brunette nurse sitting in her chair, she smiled a small smile, and walked in, sitting down across from her.
"What can I do for you, Azalea?" She questioned, looking her up and down from behind her glasses ultimately trying to find the hurt spot. It seemed the whole nursing staff knew her well at this point. "You see, I was on the side walk and I tripped..." Aza said a bit sheepishly, blushing at the end. The nurse nodded, and took a quick look at her knee, moving it around. "I can fix it quick!" She smiled, almost a motherly tone to her soft voice. Aza smiled, and nodded "Thank you so much!" She laughed extremely grateful.
She watched as the nurse proceeded to grab some cleaner in which would clean all the dirt out and stop infection. It also really stung, but Aza was a bit used to it by now. The nurse continued by wetting a cotton ball down with it, and gently cleaning Azas misfortunate scrape. Placing a bandaid over it that was a little bigger then the one she tried to stick on, she was done.
Hopping off of the chair, she wriggle her leg around a bit just getting used to the feeling of the band aid. Smiling up at the nurse, the small girl said "Thank you!" Once more, before heading out the door.
Azalea did't really feel like going back to the classroom quite yet, as she would really just be sitting there head down on her desk. So, like most mornings, she made her way carefully down the steps onto the other floor, and into one of the music rooms that many didn't use any more. Sitting down at the single piano in there, she smiled, and began playing one of the songs her and her grandma wrote not long before her passing, and she hummed along with it.
"What can I do for you, Azalea?" She questioned, looking her up and down from behind her glasses ultimately trying to find the hurt spot. It seemed the whole nursing staff knew her well at this point. "You see, I was on the side walk and I tripped..." Aza said a bit sheepishly, blushing at the end. The nurse nodded, and took a quick look at her knee, moving it around. "I can fix it quick!" She smiled, almost a motherly tone to her soft voice. Aza smiled, and nodded "Thank you so much!" She laughed extremely grateful.
She watched as the nurse proceeded to grab some cleaner in which would clean all the dirt out and stop infection. It also really stung, but Aza was a bit used to it by now. The nurse continued by wetting a cotton ball down with it, and gently cleaning Azas misfortunate scrape. Placing a bandaid over it that was a little bigger then the one she tried to stick on, she was done.
Hopping off of the chair, she wriggle her leg around a bit just getting used to the feeling of the band aid. Smiling up at the nurse, the small girl said "Thank you!" Once more, before heading out the door.
Azalea did't really feel like going back to the classroom quite yet, as she would really just be sitting there head down on her desk. So, like most mornings, she made her way carefully down the steps onto the other floor, and into one of the music rooms that many didn't use any more. Sitting down at the single piano in there, she smiled, and began playing one of the songs her and her grandma wrote not long before her passing, and she hummed along with it.
Akemi's facial expression turned to concern as her told her of the attack he had that morning. She may be harsh and mean most of the time, but she still had a heart and she found she worried about Alto. Most of the time she tried not to show this emotion very much, but today it slipped out a little more then usual. This especially happened when she noticed Alto grip at his vest. Her hand unknowingly flew to his shoulder in concern. "Are you alright? If you want to go to the nurses office I'll go with you just to make sure you make it there okay." She asked as she still touched his shoulder and know buying her bottom lip in concern for her friend.
Eira had woken up just minutes before her phone had sounded her daily alarm, she slipped her hand under her pillow and retrieved her phone. She let out a sigh and made sure it wouldn't go off continuously. For a moment, Eira couldn't motivate herself to get up out of bed.
After dragging herself out of bed, Eira got dressed immediately, not bothering with a shower or breakfast. There was no motivation within her to make herself do any of those things that were usually part of her daily routine. She took a look at herself in the mirror and sighed as she made sure her hair was at least presentable. Exiting her room, Eira was pretty sure that there was nobody left in the house. Her dad had certainly gone to work early, Eira was aware that he was often up and out almost everyday. Her brothers were nowhere to be seen, which definitely meant that they were not in the house. She knew that this meant it was her turn to lock the door.
Grabbing her bag, Eira opened the front door after ensuring that all of the switches in the house were off and left the building. She locked the door, although the handle was a bit stiff. It was always a problem and she'd been mentioning it to her father very subtly. After tucking her keys in her coat pocket and zipping it up, Eira was ready to make the journey to school. She wasn't extremely overjoyed about having to go to school, but nor was she extremely displeased with going. The atmosphere was nice and she liked being in an environment where everyone was nice. She knew that she would certainly dread school if every student there was horrible.
Eira continued walking along the path, avoiding eye contact with people when they walked by. There was always something really awkward about making eye contact with a stranger and then smiling at them while they walked their dog or something. She carried on walking, engulfed in her thoughts about what the day would be like. Of course, she couldn't really predict how the day would turn out, but she hoped that it would be a particularly good one.
When she started getting closer to the school, Eira picked up her pace in order to get inside quicker. She walked through the front doors and made her way to the classroom. It had been labelled as a normal class. But Eira was never really sure what that meant, of course there were special classes, but she could never quite get her head around what they meant. She walked through the door to the classroom, didn't communicate with anyone in there and sat down at her desk, getting the supplies she needed out of her bag and started to look outside the window.
She told herself before sitting up and staying in that position for a minute or so. Rays of light streamed into her room through the gap in her pastel curtains, she supposed that it was a good sign.Just get up already...You'll be late...
After dragging herself out of bed, Eira got dressed immediately, not bothering with a shower or breakfast. There was no motivation within her to make herself do any of those things that were usually part of her daily routine. She took a look at herself in the mirror and sighed as she made sure her hair was at least presentable. Exiting her room, Eira was pretty sure that there was nobody left in the house. Her dad had certainly gone to work early, Eira was aware that he was often up and out almost everyday. Her brothers were nowhere to be seen, which definitely meant that they were not in the house. She knew that this meant it was her turn to lock the door.
Grabbing her bag, Eira opened the front door after ensuring that all of the switches in the house were off and left the building. She locked the door, although the handle was a bit stiff. It was always a problem and she'd been mentioning it to her father very subtly. After tucking her keys in her coat pocket and zipping it up, Eira was ready to make the journey to school. She wasn't extremely overjoyed about having to go to school, but nor was she extremely displeased with going. The atmosphere was nice and she liked being in an environment where everyone was nice. She knew that she would certainly dread school if every student there was horrible.
Eira continued walking along the path, avoiding eye contact with people when they walked by. There was always something really awkward about making eye contact with a stranger and then smiling at them while they walked their dog or something. She carried on walking, engulfed in her thoughts about what the day would be like. Of course, she couldn't really predict how the day would turn out, but she hoped that it would be a particularly good one.
When she started getting closer to the school, Eira picked up her pace in order to get inside quicker. She walked through the front doors and made her way to the classroom. It had been labelled as a normal class. But Eira was never really sure what that meant, of course there were special classes, but she could never quite get her head around what they meant. She walked through the door to the classroom, didn't communicate with anyone in there and sat down at her desk, getting the supplies she needed out of her bag and started to look outside the window.
Sitting quietly staring at his book, Logan stayed silent emmersed into the pages of the book. His surroundings did not occur to him untill his eyes brushed on Azaleas desk. She was not there. This wasn't unusual, Logan knew more about her habits than he dare to say. Glancing at the clock he saw the time ticking closer untill the bell would ring. Although He was aware of Azaleas absence each morning, often he woudl catch site of her hurrying off to an unknown location. Logan never followed her of course, this would be rude and impolite but despite this, he couldn't help feeling intrigued. With out a s3cond thought he rose from his desk, grasped his back and made his way out of the classroom.
It came as a shock as he found himself in the corridor, afterall he had more studying to do. With out questioning himself for a second time, he strode casually to the nurses office knocking before entering. This was a good place to start, Azalea was here more often than once.
"Pardon me, has Azeala visited here?" Logan asked the nurse in his politest tone.
"She left a few moments ago Logan." The nurse replied with a smile. Every member of staff knew the polite hardworker. "But-" she added. "I believe she went to the floor below."
"Thank you." He smiled with a polie nod before drifting out of the room and making a rushed advance down the steps.
Before long Logan searched the classrooms of the floor but Azalea could not be found. Before long he found himself standing outside the music rooms. The sound of the piano and the pleasant humming warmed Logan to the core. He stared out of the corridor window only to see a blurred mass outside. Logan had been wearing his glasses, but he felt no need to take them off.
It came as a shock as he found himself in the corridor, afterall he had more studying to do. With out questioning himself for a second time, he strode casually to the nurses office knocking before entering. This was a good place to start, Azalea was here more often than once.
"Pardon me, has Azeala visited here?" Logan asked the nurse in his politest tone.
"She left a few moments ago Logan." The nurse replied with a smile. Every member of staff knew the polite hardworker. "But-" she added. "I believe she went to the floor below."
"Thank you." He smiled with a polie nod before drifting out of the room and making a rushed advance down the steps.
Before long Logan searched the classrooms of the floor but Azalea could not be found. Before long he found himself standing outside the music rooms. The sound of the piano and the pleasant humming warmed Logan to the core. He stared out of the corridor window only to see a blurred mass outside. Logan had been wearing his glasses, but he felt no need to take them off.
Ari sat quietly in her desk. She loved sitting at the front of the classroom. She stayed quiet while everyone else exchanged greetings. She silently copied notes off of the.board, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Her posture was horrible, as she was slumped over her desk. She hadn't slept in days, and it was obvious as she could barely keep her eyes open
Andrew smiled softly at the girl, "Of course Miss, the nurse has a elevator in her office. It there so people cannot just use it whenever they please." He walked into the garden and up to the young girl, keeping a polite distance from her. "I can take you there if you like Miss. My name is Andrew. Andrew Lucas. And may i ask what your name is, or would you prefer me to continue addressing you as Miss?" Andrew asked.
He took another look at the girl from her bouncy light brown hair to her shinny black shoes. She looked very sophisticated and even a little regal looking. She was a very pretty girl to him though the mechanical arm took him by surprise. It's not something you expect to see on someone. It intrigued him but he thought it best not to ask. If she wanted him to know she would tell him, if not, then she wouldn't.
He pushed up his glasses again and flashed the girl another soft smile, his red-ish eyes resting on hers as he waited for a reply.
He took another look at the girl from her bouncy light brown hair to her shinny black shoes. She looked very sophisticated and even a little regal looking. She was a very pretty girl to him though the mechanical arm took him by surprise. It's not something you expect to see on someone. It intrigued him but he thought it best not to ask. If she wanted him to know she would tell him, if not, then she wouldn't.
He pushed up his glasses again and flashed the girl another soft smile, his red-ish eyes resting on hers as he waited for a reply.
● Rowan Yusaki ●
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Today would be the first day back to school and the official end of summer vacation. For Rowan Yusaki, it would be his first day as a senior at Evening Star Academy. He'd been going to this school for three years now, so to him today was really no different from any of the other days that he'd spent at the school. He got up a little past his alarm and spent the morning flipping through the news channels and taking his time eating breakfast while his uncle got dressed in his police uniform and left a half hour before Rowan did. After running a brush through his messy hair and locking up, he made his way to school.
Rowan couldn't help but love the mornings. Especially mornings like this when the weather was beautiful and the sun was shining. It was too bad he had to spend such a lovely day sitting in a classroom, but he was also excited to see his friends again. He didn't like spending most of his days by himself during the summer, so even though he wasn't the best at school he enjoyed being around all the people. The walk wasn't long and when he reached school he made his way up to his classroom. Bursting through the door he greeted everyone with a cheerful smile. "Good morning everyone!"
Seeing his quiet friend sitting alone he made his way over to her and took the seat next to her. "Morning, Eira! How did you sleep on your last night of summer?" He leaned forward slightly and gave her a cheeky grin. "Did you dream about me?"
Rowan couldn't help but love the mornings. Especially mornings like this when the weather was beautiful and the sun was shining. It was too bad he had to spend such a lovely day sitting in a classroom, but he was also excited to see his friends again. He didn't like spending most of his days by himself during the summer, so even though he wasn't the best at school he enjoyed being around all the people. The walk wasn't long and when he reached school he made his way up to his classroom. Bursting through the door he greeted everyone with a cheerful smile. "Good morning everyone!"
Seeing his quiet friend sitting alone he made his way over to her and took the seat next to her. "Morning, Eira! How did you sleep on your last night of summer?" He leaned forward slightly and gave her a cheeky grin. "Did you dream about me?"
"N-No, I'm fine. That was just an aftershock or something." Alto said. He grinned but it was evident that he was still in a little pain because his eyes were half-lidded and he clutched at his vest again. He let go after a few moments, and grinned again. "See? No need to worry or take me to the nurse's office, Akemi." He was glad it stopped- Besides, he might miss important lessons and as much as he liked the school, he had no intention of going back for remedial classes if he went to the infirmary.
Logan knew that class would begin soon. Letting out a large sigh he made his way back through the corridors and up the stairs to the floor above. 'Maybe Azalea had returned to class already?' He thought to himself heading back towards the ever filling classroom. No matter she was never late and besides, he had other things to worry about too. Reaching the doors of the room, he glided through them to see everyone sitting down.
"Oh good morning Rowan!" Logan said cheerfully walking over to his own desk. It was always nice to see his good friends on a morning. "Good morning Eira. Did you both enjoy your holiday?" He asked politely, finally removing his glasses from the brim of his nose and sliding them into his pocket. Once again he brought out his needed equipment and set it out carefully on the desk before turning back towards Rowan and Eira.
"Oh good morning Rowan!" Logan said cheerfully walking over to his own desk. It was always nice to see his good friends on a morning. "Good morning Eira. Did you both enjoy your holiday?" He asked politely, finally removing his glasses from the brim of his nose and sliding them into his pocket. Once again he brought out his needed equipment and set it out carefully on the desk before turning back towards Rowan and Eira.
Ari glanced up at Rowan and Logan. She half smiled at them before returning to her work calmly.
The end of.her pen was lightly in her mouth as she concentrated. A huge smile broke out on her face as she realized the answer to the question and quicky scribbled it onto her paper. She giggled softly at herself before turning in the work and returning to her seat.
The end of.her pen was lightly in her mouth as she concentrated. A huge smile broke out on her face as she realized the answer to the question and quicky scribbled it onto her paper. She giggled softly at herself before turning in the work and returning to her seat.
Azalea seemed entranced in her own song, and didn’t realize that classes were going to be starting soon. As she finished up, she felt like she needed to rush a bit to get up stairs, but didn’t want to end up hurting herself again. So, she decided it was better to be a little late then having to sit in the nurse’s office all day with a broken arm because she fell down the stairs.
Walking out of the room, she glanced out of the glass windows that where placed along the walls, and stared outside, probably a bad idea as she would have walked right into someone if anyone else was in the hall. As she approached the stairs, she took her time like most days, and felt the tiniest bit accomplished and happy when she made it up without a scratch or bruise. Then again, currently she did have a scratch and a bruise, but it wasn’t because of the staircase, so it as ok.
Making her way back into the classroom, her amber eyes caught sight of Logan and she smiled. Logan had always really been one of the people in the school that she felt comfortable around, her crippling shyness stopped at him. She saw he was talking to Rowan and Eira, other friends of his. She debated whether or not to go up and say hi, as she did know them and she wasn’t as shy around the other two, but it was still a push. She wasn’t one to generally go up herself to talk to people unless it was someone she knew and felt a bit comfortable with as it is, but she wasn’t rude so if you came up and talked to her she wasn’t going to flee away.
Braving herself up a bit, she did end up walking up to the three, but slightly stood behind Logan as it was. “Morning!” She said cheerfully with a kind smile, all the while thinking Was that too happy? Oh gosh, what if my smile looked weird... Yeah, but now her awkward worried side was shinning through, and after those thoughts she became worried her concern was showing on her face afterwards. It wasn't, but Aza would continue worrying it was.
Walking out of the room, she glanced out of the glass windows that where placed along the walls, and stared outside, probably a bad idea as she would have walked right into someone if anyone else was in the hall. As she approached the stairs, she took her time like most days, and felt the tiniest bit accomplished and happy when she made it up without a scratch or bruise. Then again, currently she did have a scratch and a bruise, but it wasn’t because of the staircase, so it as ok.
Making her way back into the classroom, her amber eyes caught sight of Logan and she smiled. Logan had always really been one of the people in the school that she felt comfortable around, her crippling shyness stopped at him. She saw he was talking to Rowan and Eira, other friends of his. She debated whether or not to go up and say hi, as she did know them and she wasn’t as shy around the other two, but it was still a push. She wasn’t one to generally go up herself to talk to people unless it was someone she knew and felt a bit comfortable with as it is, but she wasn’t rude so if you came up and talked to her she wasn’t going to flee away.
Braving herself up a bit, she did end up walking up to the three, but slightly stood behind Logan as it was. “Morning!” She said cheerfully with a kind smile, all the while thinking Was that too happy? Oh gosh, what if my smile looked weird... Yeah, but now her awkward worried side was shinning through, and after those thoughts she became worried her concern was showing on her face afterwards. It wasn't, but Aza would continue worrying it was.
Eira turned around when she noticed that Rowan had entered the classroom, of course it was easy to notice that he had made an entrance due to his announcement as soon as he had came in, he had quite a big smile. Eira supposed that he was in a particularly good mood. She watched as he took a seat. Eira felt comfortable around him, and a few of the other students, it was nice to be in an environment where everyone was nice and she felt that she was finally making some close friends. "It was okay I guess," Eira shrugged. She wasn't a stranger to his jokes, so when he turned around and said "Did you dream about me?" With that grin of his, Eira wasn't phased at all.
"Why would I dream about you of all people?" She responded, raising a brow.
Just shortly after that was when Logan took a seat nearby and greeted them. She gave him a gentle nod of her head as she drummed her fingers on the wooden desk. "Was okay," she answered his question. Eira went silent for a moment before she caught sight of one of the other girls approached. She had to think about her name for a moment, Eira wasn't the best at knowing who everyone was. It was Azalea or something? Eira thought as hard as she could, it would be embarrassing to greet someone with the wrong name.
"Morning, Azalea," she answered, staring at the other girl. However, she wasn't quite sure what to say after that, but she felt satisfied with her efforts to acknowledge the prescience of Azalea.
"Why would I dream about you of all people?" She responded, raising a brow.
Just shortly after that was when Logan took a seat nearby and greeted them. She gave him a gentle nod of her head as she drummed her fingers on the wooden desk. "Was okay," she answered his question. Eira went silent for a moment before she caught sight of one of the other girls approached. She had to think about her name for a moment, Eira wasn't the best at knowing who everyone was. It was Azalea or something? Eira thought as hard as she could, it would be embarrassing to greet someone with the wrong name.
"Morning, Azalea," she answered, staring at the other girl. However, she wasn't quite sure what to say after that, but she felt satisfied with her efforts to acknowledge the prescience of Azalea.
Akemi gave Alto a look that said 'I can tell that you're lying'. It upset her a little that he would lie to her, but she didn't say anything about that. She had only been around him once when he fainted and it really scared her so now if she sees any signs that it might happen then she tries to help in any way possible. That's exactly what she wanted to do now, but what he said made her feel like he didn't want her to try and help and that upset her a little. So she did the only thing she could think to do. "Idiot." She said as she punched his arm, but not hard enough that she would hurt him in any way. Her voice still expressed her concern, but she couldn't get herself to say any more. So she turned to face forward and dropped her arms to her lap as she stared at her desk. "I just wish I was able to help you." She mumbled mostly to herself and not really meaning for anyone else to hear.
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