[color=dodgerblue][h3]April 9th / Sunday / Sunny[/h3][/color]

The xanthous ball of plasma that had begun its lazy arc through the sky marking the start of the day. It was a pleasant day if any there had ever been, without a cloud in the sky to obstruct the vast expanse of spring blue that stretched across the horizon. The animals outside were active and the chipper of a spear of beards could be heard through the crack of an open window as they flew by Koden Academy. A cool breeze came from the east and with it the scent of pollen and fresh cut grass. It was the the start of the second week of April and the sense of apprehension in the air around Koden Academy was so thick you could taste it on your tongue. Classes started tomorrow and most of the students would be preparing for the start of the new school year tomorrow. Not that many cared for it, most of the student body made up of some of the brightest students in the country. Koden had pride in the fact that in your math class you could very well be sitting next to the future Prime Minister or Parliamentary Chairmen.  They had nothing to worry about, though one girl was worried about the approaching tomorrow as she tried her best not to think of it.

 Unmei Masako did not like school. Clarification. Unmei Masako never liked school since she was a little girl. The constant drone of the teachers, the boring textbooks filled with information you will never have to know again, the pit of dread that forms in the stomach before a test. She hated it all. Masako would rather be out anywhere running, or doing something productive with her time then being locked in a concrete legalized prison camp for adolescents. In all honestly she didn't even believe that she belonged her with all this prodiges and geniuses and then completely average her. All she contributed in her past two years of attending Koden was being able to run pretty well for Track and Field but even then she was sure they could of found a better smart person that could also run as fast as her. So why was she here? 

The shortest and the simplest answer was her father. Mister Unmei was a very wealthy and very powerful man with many friends in the government and the business world. Unmei Heavy Industries like most companies started out as a weapons manufacture during the Second World War. Today it was one of the largest government contractors in Japan and whether people knew it or not they were using Unemi products everyday. Unmei built machinery towed their elevators, they rode on trains riding on tracks laid down by Unmei construction equipment and  used cars using Unmei engines. So when it came time for thinking about his only daughters education, well an important man like him dared not send her to the pittle and grime of Public Schools, no she would only get the best and the best was Koden. It was always that way, Masako never got to prove herself in anything because father's money spoke louder than words every time.

She sat slouched on the chair in front of her desk which neatly had a stack of books on one corner and a plethora of different colors of pens in a small square cup in the other. The books were her reading for the year, textbooks that were destined to never leave their same position on the desk and accumulate dust over a slow period of time. Of course she didn't believe that. No [i]this[/i] year was going to be "different", this year she wasn't going to lose steam and come crashing to another stand still like last year and barely scrape by. No she was going to seize the initiative, she was going to study, she was going to hand things in on time and she was going to prove that she didn't need her father's legacy to get through life. [i]Yeah like that was going to happen[/i]

[color=dodgerblue]"No... I got this!"[/color] She muttered to herself clenching her right hand into a fist and nodding her head. She stood up and grabbed the water bottle that was on the desk. She was going to go out, probably just run for awhile until she couldn't run anymore. That would help deal with the stress, calm down the nerves and allow her to focus on something else beside school for awhile. Yeah that sounded like a plan.

[color=dodgerblue][h3]April 10th/ Monday/ Sunny[/h3][/color]
The sharp shrill tones of an alarm clock knocked her awake with the impact of a prize fighter. She looked towards the numbers and her mind suddenly jump with recognition she had overslept again had'nt she? Of course she did, she always did whenever it was important at least. She had a very small window of opportunity to be able to get there early and get a good seat but she would have to run. It would require haste and it would require dumb luck. Masako got out of bed well more like fell with style catching herself before her face could slam against the floor. She quickly got changed grabbing the School Uniform for her closet and shrugging it on over her smallclothes: shirt check, jacket that was starting to hang a little too close in the chest area check, skirt[i] despised it[/i] but check. Her hair was a mess but there was nothing to do about that now and so she bundled it up quickly and using a simple black hair band pulled it back into a longish ponytail. She threw her books into a small bag which she threw over one shoulder and bolted out the door. It seemed to be the start of another average year.

She ran as quickly as she could, having three near high speed collisions and having to juke out of the way and step onto the finely trimmed grass much to the chagrin of the groundskeeper to make it around a group of chatty girls a year younger than her. Taking the paths that through two years worth of experience new would get her there the quickest with the least foot traffic, She eventually made it to the designated building with time to spare though of course without breakfast and a little out of breath. She cursed herself as things were already getting to a spectacular start and she was already not at all excited to deal with learning at this very moment. What class was she even going to? Oh right geography of all things. Lets look at continental plates and talk about rocks! Yeah like that was going to be anything but a bore. But she had to try, she had to prove that she could do this. Taking a deep breath she centered herself and entered the building.

She got to the classroom just as the rest of the students began to file in. There was a foreign boy with an mp3 player, another boy drinking coffee of some sort in the center looking extremely ready and extremely bored at the same time, an extraordinary chipper young man that seemed to be just a big ball of sunshine, a boy in a very large jacket rather strange with the uniform but nothing major, and wait... [i]Was that a girl or a boy or you know what better to not ask any questions.[/i] She moved past them and headed to the far side of the room that boasted the three sets of large rectangular windows and assumed her position in the backhand corner. As soon as she made contact with the desk she brought her hand down in between her arms and sighed hoping nobody would notice her disheveled state. Hoping that she could at least catch a breather before the teacher came in. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDeeK19rR4U]This was going to be one long year...[/url]