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[center][b][u][h2][color=8882be]Azura Lunarie[/color][/h2][/u][/b][/center]

[i]**RIIIIIINNNGGGG RIIINGGGGGG**[/i]

Azura leapt in her seat, surprised as the loud bell sounded about the academy. Academic classes for the first day of the school year have officially ended, it was now time for the students to attend extra curricular club meetings.

While everyone in class 2-A rushed to their next period, Azura took her time gathering her school supplies and placing them in her messenger bag. Unusual for her, since last year she would half-hazardly throw her textbooks and pencils into the satchel and be the first one out of class.
No, today she was nervous. Today she had to attend and officiate her first meeting as Ouran Academy's Host Club president. Normally this would not be a challenge for her due to her outstanding social skills. But as she stood up, butterflies fluttered inside her stomach causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and take deep breaths. She hadn't really been the same person since James had passed. Azura used to be fiery, passionate. Ever since her traumatic experience she felt like she had been walking on eggshells. Well... at least for this persona. Other times she felt so angry. Angry at herself, angry at the world; that she would completely change from mild mannered sweet and innocent, to furious and hard headed.

[color=a187be]"I can do this."[/color] She said to the empty room.
[color=a187be]"I already lasted the entire school day so far... Besides, Tamaki-Senpai put his trust in me."[/color]

Nodding her head with new found determination, Azura slung her tan suede bag over her shoulder and strolled into the hallway with her head held high. Passing a few doors she made a right and entered the third floor girls locker room.

She found her assigned locker, number 103, and spun the lock to enter her combination. Once the metallic door glided open, she quickly tore off her uniform and replaced it with her casual attire. Making sure to keep up the brisk pace so she was not late for the club meeting. 

By the time she had finished getting dressed she had five minutes to spare. With one glance in the mirror she assessed that her appearance was satisfactory. Her long red hair hung in loose waves, ending just below her chest. Her emerald green eyes seemed more pronounced with her choice of natural brown eye liner. Her lips shone with the carmex chapstique she put on after lunch. She wore a simple long sleeved, black v-neck paired with light grey skinny jeans and converse high tops.

Usually for such a special occasion she would dress up more. Wear a suit or maybe even a skirt. But with her state of mind, and her emotions running so rampant, she decided comfortable attire was the best way. The more comfortable she was, the less likely she was to have a mental breakdown due to all the stress.

[color=fff200]"You didn't hear about her?"[/color]

Azura froze, her ears perking up as she overheard the whispered conversation coming from a few feet away from her. Two students, both in her grade, were looking in her direction and speaking behind their hands. This muffled the sound and she could only just hear the last bit of their conversation.

[color=fff200]"Yeah, suicide... It was quite tragic."[/color]

Azura's eyes widened. Her heart rate increased and tears threatened to stream down her face. She gritted her teeth and fought back the wail that was building in her throat. It was hard to do... feeling as if a physical knot was obstructing her airway.


[color=a187be][i]"No!"[/i][/color] she thought, angry at her raw emotions.
[color=a187be][i]"Not here. You've got to keep going. You're better than this.[/i][/color]

Talking to herself is one of the crazy habits she picked up after her mental breakdown...
Some would say she had gone crazy, her personality splitting off into two different characters. However, in her opinion, it was the only reason she was not locked away in an asylum right now. Zura felt her other persona start to rise up. Causing the poor girl to want to scream or even harm the gossiping students that stood in front of her. 
It was tempting. But shy Zu-Zu ended up winning the battle that had raged in her mind by looking for anything to deter her from the present situation.

She succeeded by rifling through her bag and pulling out her Ipod. Azura placed her purple headphones atop her head and turned her device as loud as it could go. She then swung her bag once more over her shoulder and exited the locker room before walking down the hall towards Music Room 3.

Once arriving, she observed the beautiful, ornate double doors before her. They were pale pink in color and we're obviously made out of an expensive wood. The handles were real gold as well no doubt. In attempt to overcome her last bit of nerves, Azura reached into her bag presenting one of her many vices... Chocolate pocky. She took the sweet between her teeth and chewed, letting the flavorful taste calm her. Closing her eyes, she took a final deep breath and turned the handle.

[color=a187be]"Kiss! Kiss! Fall in love!"[/color] She sang along with her iPod as she entered the room.