[center][h1][color=B7618D][u]S h i o r i[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[color=B7618D][i]Man, I look like a dang fool, don’t I?[/i][/color]

The black-haired girl took the hand of the turquoise-haired girl that had introduced herself as Ume. As she made it to her feet she closed her eyes for a brief moment as she rubbed the back of her black-hair, still obviously embarrassed as she let out a half-uttered chuckle. [color=B7618D]“Oh me? Yeah, I’m just about gravy. Guess we’re all scatterbrained or somethin’.”[/color]

As she opened her eyes, lightening her dopey grin, Shiori listened to Ume’s second comment; a light-hearted joke done at her expense. Though in all fairness it was [i]pretty embarrassing[/i]. Especially considering a few of her classmates had walked in on the awkward situation. She almost wished nobody walked in when they did, but if it was the catalyst to making some new friends in Sapporo she would have no issue about it. Embarrassing accidents happened all the time, after all. Still, she was happy that the entire class and especially their [i]homeroom teacher[/i] hadn’t been around to witness it. But given they [i]hadn’t[/i], Shiori didn’t have to worry about it; she wasn’t much of a “what if” and “should’ve” kind of girl in the first place, anyway.

[color=B7618D]“Yeah, I guess that was a little wild, huh? As for me, I’m Shiori Kanemaru, but you can call me whatever you’re comfortable with! Also, it’s no problem! Accidents happen! Was my danged fault for gawking at the door anyhow.”[/color] She stated, introducing herself to Ume and the slime girl before looking in the direction of the boy, or more specifically [i]his voice[/i], who ran into her and indirectly caused this whole mess. His tone sounded apologetic and it was a big accident due to her trying to gawk at the classroom instead of not be in the way. So if there was anyone that should’ve been sorry in Shiori’s mind it was [i]her[/i] and not the boy or the slime girl. Still, he seemed nice, though it was obvious he had distinctly American sense of manners even taking away his admittence that he was a foreigner to Japan. 

Shiori smiled warmly as she responded in kind, [color=B7618D]“Like I said, don’t worry about it! Ain’t your fault I’m a ‘lil stupid.”[/color]

It did not take long for her to notice more students piling into the hallway as the minutes carried on and as exciting as it was, Shiori realized they [i]should’ve[/i] started making into the classroom. Shiori didn’t want to get a demerit for blocking the hallway and not being prepared for class, certainly. She kept her eyes on Ume before glancing back toward the classroom itself. There may have been a lot of students to interact with and introduce herself to but this was the [i]first day[/i] at a new school and she didn’t want to make a bad impression had the teacher showed up suddenly. 

[color=B7618D]“Well I’m going to go find my seat. Don’t ‘xactly want to give off a bad impression.”[/color]

Shiori turned around and entered the classroom, trying to match her seat assignment with the tables in the room. Each table was set up in a particular structure, though it look little time figuring out which desk was “number four” due to the fact a piece of folded paper stood on each table with the corresponding number. Shiori, too, wondered why the desks had been organized in such a strange way. What kind of purpose could it be? She pulled the chair from the desk as she sat down, moving her material to the desk in turn.