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[h3][color=8493ca][i][u]~Keiko Murata~[/u][/i][/color][/h3]

A yawn escaped a black-haired youths lips as she strolled lazily down the main path of the school. Ugh, classes were as boring as usual. She had hoped that the classes here would be at least somewhat more interesting than the classes back at her old school, but if anything they were the same. Or possibly worse. She hadn't decided yet. All she knew, was that not being able to talk...was a goddamn pain the the freakin' ass. After her somewhat disastrous first day here, she at least made sure to carry a pencil and a notepad on her since she didn't know sign language. She had been trying to learn...Her parents insisted that she try at least. Unfortunately, her desire to study and work ethic left [i]a lot[/i] to be desired. That was something both her parents and her old school tried and failed to drill into her head.

As she walked, a stray cherry blossom landed right in her face. She blew the offending petal off of her face with an annoyed sounding huff. Summer. She absolutely hated it. Too hot. The only good thing about it was swimming pools and swimsuits...actually, just the swimsuits would do. The pool was the bonus. Winter would probably have to be her favorite, right next to Fall. Not too hot...and plus, snow. She couldn't wait for winter to come around so she could build a snowfort and throw snowballs at people.

...could she do that here though?...Ah well, she'd do it anyways. Not like she cared about getting in trouble. Whatever punishment the prez and disciplinary committee and stuff could come up with was probably not something that could so much as faze her.

[i]"Students of Yamaku!"[/i] Gah! The almost impossibly loud voice startled her out of her thoughts. 

[i][color=8493ca]"For the love of god woman, is that megaphone really necessary!?"[/color][/i] 

She shouted...or at least tried to. She still wasn't entirely used to the not being able to speak thing. Instead of words, it sounded like some sort of garbled mess from some corrupt CD or something. Kind of. Probably. At least, that's the only thing she could compare her current voice to. Probably way off the mark there, but eh...still ended up not being pleasant, and leaving her in a bit of a coughing fit. Ugh...she had to work on that. The doctors told her to take it easy for a while and try not to try to talk or anything. They just told her that to comfort her...she knew she was probably never going to be able to have a conversation again. Still had to get used to it, though.

[b][i]"This is your president! Know this, you only live once! Your high school career shapes what kind of a person you will be for he remainder of the lives you have left! Will you let that go to waste?! Live life to your fullest, and do not hesitate or regret! Show the world what you're made of and leave them all stunned!" [/i][/b]

...what, was this supposed to be some sort of pep-talk or something? Keiko listened to the president half-heartedly. Honestly, she had no interest in school...at least, the academics. Sports were fine...not her favorite thing, but tolerable. As long as she was moving and doing something other than sitting at a desk trying not to fall asleep while some teacher droned on and on about something she had no interest in.

[b][i]"Several changes will be made here, I assure you! I will not tolerate anyone slacking off or anyone showing signs of mediocrity! Anyone without the will to fight should just lie down and die! As such, I will impose a new set of rules! First off, I will double the detention for anyone who dares to falter in making their homework, furthermore, participation in the upcoming sports festival is now mandatory for any student unwilling to face the consequences! That will be all for now, and remember, life is for the living!" [/i][/b]

[color=8493ca][i]"Woooow. Lie down and die? What, was this like some sort of gladiatorial arena now with you sitting in a veranda like a tyrannical empress drinking tea and listening to classical music while we fight for your amusement?"[/i][/color]

Well, if it was it'd be ten times more fun at least. She could probably live with something like that, though that was probably just her somewhat over-active imagination running a bit wild. It was totally different from what the prez was actually describing. Double detention stuff?! This chic was crazy, and not in the good way. Too bad, she was kind of cute too. At least the mandatory sports festival thing was tolerable. Sports, she could do. She may not have been a health nut, she did like to think she was in a fairly decent shape. Still, so far she wasn't going to be enjoying this year if that chic was going to make anything that was fun impossible...at least it seemed to be over.

[b][i]"ATTENTION! Students of Yamaku, my name is Hayabusa Kenshi. I am your Student Disciplinary Chairman and have authority over you second to only Sakura-sama. I would like to remind you to stay vilgilant to the rules as they will be enforced. If you have any personal doubts, come find me and I will ensure you will follow them one way or the other."[/i][/b]

Or not. The tyrannical empress' right hand henchman, the leader of the disciplinary inquisition.

Okay, Disciplinary Committee, but might as well be the same thing. She didn't like him. For two reasons. Mostly because he seemed to have that stick shoved so far up his - 

[i][b]"As a general reminders: do not run in the hall way or you will be running suicides, do not leave trash lying about or you will be cleaning up the entire school's trash alone, do not wear obscene clothing as you will be forced to wear the "Sweater of Shame" if you do. Do not fight on school grounds since your next fight will be with me personally and I promise I prefer not to injury and of you more than many of you already are. ANd lastly, I hope that we can all have a good year together and you all stay out of trouble, for your own sake."[/b][/i]

His second little set of instructions interrupted that train of thought. Running in the hallways, yeah that was stupid. Unless you were in a hurry or something. Obscene clothing? What, did they think the students were going to come to school dressed in a bikini or something? While she wouldn't have minded so much, she did think they were being a bit...overzealous with the rules. And fighting? Pfft. She wasn't going to be fighting anyone...at least, not in like a brawl or something. And no littering. Right yes. Littering is bad. We get it your almighty highness of the disciplinary inquisition. No fun allowed. Go bother someone who actually cares.

And that, is when she got an idea. No littering, huh? Well...heh, what were they going to do if she did? She kind of wanted to find out. In the briefl lull after the prez and the disciplinary committee persons speeches, She reached into her pocket and pulled out the notepad she had used to talk to people ever since she got here a few days ago. Thankfully, she was near enough to the front of the small crowd that she could easily be seen...and the ripping of paper off of the notepad, could also probably be heard along...with the crumpling of paper.

Just to be sure though, she waved at the prez to get her attention...before promptly dropping the ball of paper onto the ground, with an annoyingly calm and neutral expression.

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