Yumi watched and studied. "Human" interaction of course. She easily assumed that this was just how school was normally. She was glad to have such diverse attractions right in front of her. She tried to smile again. This time went relatively well. . . Now, if only [i]anyone[/i] had actually saw it. She spent the time of people asking stupid questions to practice the movement of her facial structure. There wasn't much time really, and she [i]thought[/i] she had accomplished a lot. . . However, she went completely back from where her smile was before.

As she went on, Yumi wondered how one could express such colorful emotions on their face so easily. For the most part, she felt the sense of Apathy. There were times of Anger and Regret as well. She hardly ever felt happiness however. Rarely had she had times where it was appropriate to describe happiness. One time was where she nearly maimed someone who had trespassed onto the shrine she inhabited though the instrument could not figure out if she enjoyed it, as she does when she hears her own music, or if it was simply the lack of anger. . . In this day she doesn't know what it was. . . It didn't matter anymore though, as she was sitting in class, waiting for whatever was going to happen next, happening.