[u][b]Yoshida Mami[/b][/u]

Which room was it? What would the teachers be like? Would her hat attract unwanted attention? These were the thoughts that flew through Yoshida Mami's mind as she bounded across the school, her strides carrying her as quickly as they could without garnering the ire of the teaching staff in order to arrive at homeroom on time. The girl was deft in her movements, nimbly avoiding everyone in her way while her hands fumbled to open up the welcome brochure she had obtained upon first applying to the academy. The map was small and inconveniently placed, and it was quite a struggle for her to maintain her rapid movement, prevent her hat from flying away and read the brochure at the very same time. The rice heiress rounded a corner with surprising dexterity. She just needed to find the room-

There!

It was, thankfully, closer than she had expected. Her worries seemed to subsume back into her heart as she jogged the last several paces to homeroom, slinking in through the door with little to no fanfare. The energy that had taken over Mami during her frantic journey to class had disappeared immediately, and it was as a reserved and quiet girl that she made her way to a desk, sitting down with barely a noise, her very body seeming to shrink in on itself now that she was surrounded, once more, by other people. She bored her gaze down at the desk before her, pale fingers moving up to lightly pull her hat down to cover her face from anyone who would gaze her way.

She didn't want attention.

[i]O-okay, my goal is to ensure that classes are passed successfully, to not engage in conversation with other students, and um ...

Um ...

Ummmm ...[/i]

Her thoughts were drying up. What did she want to do?

She wanted to make friends. That required her to talk to them.

Quietly, she dropped her head down into her hands, elbows pushing down against the desk.