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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Saimoto Residence, Kurosuoba, Japan[/b]
April 3, 2018 [color=white]|[/color] 6:07 am[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Saimoto Mitsuko moved her hand to her head, with a quiet sigh left her lips. Not that she was trying to be quiet. She lived alone. It was one of the main reasons that her mood was always so dour when she woke up to face the day. As confident and hard-working as she was, sometimes she just hoped her father would come home one day and tell her he got a job in the city, close enough where he didn’t have to travel all the time and pretty much exclusively talk through a web camera or phone. She knew he loved the work he did and she respected it, understood it, but it didn’t stop the desire for things to be different. 

When food was handled, dishes were put away, and lunch was prepared she left. Perhaps it was early for most students, but Mitsuko was probably one of the very few members of her class that actually had to be 100% self-oriented. She didn’t have an older sister to look after her, parents to wake her if she slept through an alarm, or close treasured childhood friend to make sure she was okay. She wished it wasn’t like the way it was, but she couldn’t change the fact her dad worked overseas and her mother had been dead since she was nine years old. Nobody could change that. The best thing she could do was give everything one hundred percent and do the best she could.
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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Fujioka High School, Gates[/b]
April 3, 2018 [b][color=white]|[/color][/b] Present[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Mitsuko pressed her foot against the base of the wall that separated the premises of Fukushima High School from the streets of Kurosuoba. It was still thirty or so minutes until the school opened its gates and Mitsuko was stuck flipping through her phone as she waited for the new school year to offically begin. She had been sure to be perfectly ready when she arrived, so it was just a matter of waiting and dealing with any of the students that decided it would be a good idea to talk to the her at seven thirty in the morning. As she continued to wait for time to pass and the day to begin she pressed her fingers down on her phone, cycling through the albums she had downloaded to her cellphone, trying to figure out what particular band interested her at the moment. She smiled warmly as she found a record that she hadn’t listened to yet and was in her queue.

For the last few years this was Mitsuko’s “ritual”, a choice made to make the first day of the school year something different and something she’d remember for the rest of her teenage years. Perhaps it was a silly thing to celebrate a mundane existence with fresh experience. But for Mitsuko it made sense.[/indent]