Day 7 of my Christmas advent/challenge thing, and it only took until a week for me to almost regret doing this! Every day until Christmas, I'll make a post featuring either the character from the Arcana assigned to the day (apologies in advance if I fuck up their personalities) or an event of my choosing if no relevant character exists for the Arcana. Arcanas are assigned numerically, as in Fool (0) was the fourth, and the World (21) is Christmas Day. Stories have no set theme and they have no minimum length. Next Arcana is Lovers, which Pudding's Chiaki! I had no idea what to do and so I just started writing and this happened.

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[hider=Day #7]Chiaki couldn't believe it. Already twenty minutes after class had started and the teacher was nowhere to be seen. Everyone was still awkwardly sitting in their seats in case the teacher was just running [i]really[/i] late, and the teacher in question was particularly notorious for becoming livid when any student got out of their seat without being asked to. She had flipped open her books in attempt to get some work done; getting her math homework done for next period would be a smart idea. But a noise at the door distracted her before she could begin. Could it be the teacher [u]finally[/u] showing up?!

To some's dismay and to some's joy, a student short in stature and personality entered the room and confusedly scanned the room while whispering about being late. A few girls waved the meeker girl over to them and Chiaki returned to her homework after watching them for a moment. She wasn't upset that she was essentially missing out on a classic literature class and was actually kind of glad that she got the chance to finish her homework before it became due and subsequently late, but she felt wrong about the situation and the feeling that they were forgetting something kept creeping up on her like a snake snapping on its pray. Falling right into a bad situation, she felt. The atmosphere in the room had the same foreboding tenseness and Chiaki figured that most of the other students around her felt that same feeling of "wrongness".

It was then that a noise from behind the door appeared again though the class reasonably had less of a reaction. Chiaki still sat on edge however, as she had realized earlier than the girl who came late had filled out the last empty desk and thus the only possible person on the other side of that wall had to be either the teacher or some other staff member. She was not about to get jacked up by some hypocritical teacher, so she quickly made sure there was nothing to complain about with what she was doing. Textbook opened to the correct page, notes referenced, and pencil ready. The door slowly opened to reveal the person behind the door.

Not the teacher again, but the school nurse, in all of his muscular and flamboyant glory. The murmurings and giggles of her classmates quickly died and an utter focus (possibly out of fear) on the towering man was creating. The nurse, opposed to his usually quirky behaviour, wore a serious expression and a furrowed brow as he rubbed his stubbled chin with the palm of his hand. After a deep cough, the man began to flip through papers on a clipboard, calling out names as he did so and indicating that those names were to leave. Eventually the list was finished and the male nurse left the room, but not before peering at them from behind his old clipboard. Chiaki turned around in her seat to look at herself. Excluding herself, there were six students remaining, none of which she was particularly close to even to talk to about what just happened with. 

Chiaki, driven by the sheer absurdity of the situation, mustered up the courage to finally leave her seat and walk over to the door. She attempted to look out of the crack left between the side of the door and the door frame but failed to find anything of note in the limited field of vision. Feeling particularly brave, she pushed the door open and made her way out, quietly returning it to its original position before continuing down the hall. As expected nobody was outside a room during class time but the eerie silence being pierced by distant police sirens startled her. Chiaki wandered over to the window overlooking the school's front gates, looking around to find if something was happening, though upon seeing her Classic Lit teacher hanging from a snow-covered tree, she felt it no longer necessary to wonder.[/hider]

[quote=Kissu]Don't make promises you can't keep, honey. *snaps fingers sassily*[/quote]
Oooh, but what did I just do, honey? Get outta here, Felicia.