[b][center][h2]The First Day of School//Time Skip[/h2][/center][/b]
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 Ayumi scrambles through her notes. A pencil in her mouth, a red pen in her hair, and a blue pen in her hand. Even if school was about to start, she at least needed to organize her notes and finish up some sentences. Or else Miye would get so pissed and him getting mad usually meant him taking it out on others. Ayumi had her notebook laid out in front of her as well as more than 20 other papers and sticky notes plastered everywhere. She was messy but somehow she knew just where everything went. She loved puzzles after all. Soon, she heard an alarm ring but she couldn’t hear it until it went off after 13 times. Ayumi looked over at the clock. Only to see one thing. It was an hour behind. She was going to get ready to go and get there just on time but looking at it now, she was going to be early. Ayumi groaned, flopping back onto her bed on her back and lifting a paper in her face.

[i]A dark room is nothing but a room when alone. However, do you know just how beautiful it can seem when you’re not alone? When you’re comforted by someone that you trust? No, I suppose you don’t.[/i] 

An unfamiliar genre. An unfamiliar task. Ayumi sighed as she read it over. It was horrible. All of her stories were. But she’d never say that aloud. She had fans. People that admired her writing for reasons that she would never comprehend. It would be heavily edited later. She sat up and grabbed her bag from a raggedy old chair beside her dining room table. It was an old rocker chair that she had gotten from a thrift shop. Or perhaps simply a small furniture place. As old and raggedy as it was, it had a charm to it that made her buy it almost immediately. She then went to her fridge, pulling out a celery stick and putting another in a plastic bag. Hopefully they wouldn’t have changed the eating is allowed in the morning policy. She then stuffed around 5 different books into her bag carefully, not wanting them to tear. Beside her small bed was a book called “Book of the Prophesying Bird”. It was a splendid book that she favored and couldn’t wait to get the third part. 

 Looking down, she realized she hadn’t changed and quickly got out her uniform. The skirt was way too short. She put on her black tights under them, pulling up her skirt over that and tugging on it to perhaps make it longer. Her shirt was already on as she put her oversized cardigan over that. Today was her first day of school and for that reason she had actually bothered to brush her hair well. It looked neat and well kept. On the side she had a flower ornament dangling down. A simply yet cute accessory she had gotten from her mother a while back. Something that she only wore on days that she needed luck. Ayumi then began to read, munching on her celery as she left the home, a quick glance back before she departed. 
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Ayumi got to the school after saying hello to around 10 people. Her head in a book as well as a pen tucked in behind her hair as she entered the school building. It was practically deserted other than the teachers and a few other students. Barely any students. Ayumi looked around but couldn’t find the principal to say her hello’s. She walked into the building, seeing the biology teacher, she smiled and waved at Ms. Amiyaka. [color=darkblue]“Good morning dearie! You’re far too early are you not? Well, I don’t care. I will see you hmm… third period but I do hope you have a good year dearie~”[/color] she smiles sweetly as they said their goodbyes and Ayumi walked to her class. There was no one inside except for the homeroom teacher. [color=orange]“Oh! Ayumi! So you were one of my students, hm? Well, I look forward to having you as a student sweetie.”[/color] Ms. Waitaka. Ayumi was starting to wonder how many people she knew. But it was a small neighborhood and most people knew each other. The reason she knew Ms. Waitaka was due to the fact that came to the cafe often and they had gotten to know each other there. As well as their often run-into’s at the nearby supermarket. She asked her why she was always the one buying dinner. That worried Ayumi.

[color=#70DBDB]“Good morning! I can’t wait for classes to start!”[/color] She gave a big smile and watched as her teachers expression went from happy to panicked. [color=orange]“Shoot! I’ve got to go make a few copies! I trust you so just take a seat and wait for the students to come in. I’ll be right back sweetie.”[/color] She said as she rushed out the room with a wave. Ayumi’s smile slowly vanished as she sighed and took a seat in the corner. She loved her seat. Plus, it was math class first which meant that she would be receiving easy problems if they actually teach much on the first day. Putting her bag down as she began to tap her finger on the table and sat down. Ayumi looked out the window before she got out her notebook and pulled out a pencil from her pocket. Her pen would be for later use. Ayumi started writing immediately. Her beautiful handwriting as she stopped from time to time to think about what she wanted to write next. A wonderful process that she would never know if she liked or simply did just because but she had a soft smile on her face. A gentle expression. The sun was out and the heat was  her face as she took off her cardigan. I wonder who’s going to be in my class.