[h2][color=ed145b]N A M I E[/color][/h2][hr][hr]

[indent][i]1 missed call
Dad[/i][/indent]
Following the Opening Ceremony, Namie had wandered off to try and seclude herself from the rest of the school eventually finding a hallway that was hardly seeing any foot traffic at the moment. Once there, Namie found relative peace as she exchanged glances outside the window down the phone in her hand. She should call him back and let him know everything was alright, right...? But maybe she shouldn't right now. The whole point of choosing this school was to make her own choices and figure things out by herself. 

[i]I'm fine, dad. Just heading to class.[/i] Namie thumbed in her text and left it at that. Besides, the two of them didn't end on the highest of notes when Namie left. Ever since she made the decision to attend Ishin Academy, her dad has been strangely aggravated about the selection. He never made it clear why but Namie thought she knew. Due to the circumstances of constantly moving, the two formed a fairly powerful dynamic as it has just been the two of them. They had time to make friends but never to keep them as they moved from city to city. As it stands, they were each others greatest friends and with Namie choosing to move away, her father probably felt alone. That's maybe why Namie was taking her first day a bit tougher than she thought...

Namie hurried on to class shortly after sending her father a text, she got a reply back almost instantly but she ignored it for now. She had to focus and as she rounded the corner to her classroom's hallways, she saw a collection of her future classmates gathering in front of the door for some odd reason. Bits of the conversation managed to reach Namie's ears and she figured an accidental bump or something happened, though she didn't care beyond knowing the reason. 

[color=ed145b]"Excuse me."[/color] Namie muttered only giving an unenthusiastic expression and tone to her classmates as she brushed past those that were still outside the class. Once inside the classroom, it didn't take Namie long to find her seat as her eyes were drawn to the lone desk in the front row. Hers. Part of her wondered why she was designated as seat one but the other parts of her were glad for the recognition and the opportunity, with those prideful feelings starting to creep into an arrogance that made her think she was just better than her classmates in some way or another. 

A few of her classmates had already settling in their seats and even though Namie had a momentary urge to turn around and greet them, her mind drifted away to other thoughts about how school will be like and the now waning concerns about her father. Did this school really think they were trying to be scary with that introductory speech? She could handle it and if she's already number one in the class, she had a better shot than most in this room.