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[indent][color=gray]Hair suddenly wrapped around her wrist like vines or in Yoshiba’s case tentacles. The thought of slimy suction cups plagued her mind causing her to stick her tongue out with an audible [color=#adf8d1][i]bleh[/i][/color]. Her sudden excitement vanished within moments and she just wanted her hand back. [color=#adf8d1][i]”This must be the girls quirk, I shouldn’t stick my tongue out that’s rude"[/i][/color] and as if she was a psychic too Yoshi confronted Haurhi about her manners. [color=#adf8d1]“They do! Maybe if we have time, I can tell you all about it what do you say?”[/color] she said with her fingers squirming around in the tangled web of hair. [color=#adf8d1]“Miz..hu..Yo..shi..hmmm no I don’t like that. I’ll just call you Yoshi-chan you can call me Haruhi”[/color] it was at this point she would have on instinct formed a peace sign up to her eye with it closed. 

Haruhi ignored the foreigner’s remarks, she was kind of mean and very rude for a foreigner, but her parents did warn her that foreigners were very loud and inconsiderate of their culture anyways. It was just something she would have to help Adrianne correct if she ever wanted to be considered a hero. Before she could continue on there was a sudden chill that ran through her spine as if the whole room had lowered a few centigrade. A bone chilling voice commanded silence which everyone in the audience simply obliged immediately. Who was this guy? And why was he so cold? Haruhi shifted her eyes left and right to see if anyone was as lost as she was, but it didn’t seem like the case. Instead she sank down into her seat clutching her arms trying to prevent the shivers from throwing her into the arms of hypothermia. Man, she was missing the comfort of the Nara heat and the thought of dirty overalls. 

His speech carried on and on, maybe he was a history teacher or who knows. She cupped her mouth with a hand asking around in a hushed whisper who he was. People didn’t seem to like that since she was met with shushes and the name snowman for some reason. He didn’t look like a snowman at least he looked more human than anything. As her attention wavered and faded amidst his speech, she turned around in her seat peering over the back rest to see the rest of the entering freshman that may or may have not been joining her class. Her gaze caught the site of a rather tall woman that kind of looked like a boy further back. Why were all the girls so tall?! The more she looked around the more she was intrigued. There was a boy with a white board wrapped around his neck, some kind of monster made out of pink goo and another girl with pretty hair in the color of blue and gold. 

She turned around when the old man walked away, and the upperclassmen dispersed clapping in awe of the speech. After hearing someone call for class 1-A she sprinted off to meet her, this was definitely going to be a good first day. [/color]
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