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Ishin Academy | Sapporo[/sub]
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[indent][color=gray]If it wasn’t the cold fervently nipping at her as she slept it was definitely the light pouring through the cheap dorm blind.  She wasn’t used to either back home, 16 degrees was about the lowest it would ever get, and her black out blinds prevented any stream of light to break through. Snuggling up to her blankets she noticed in her groggy glazed over expression that there was no one in the bed adjacent to her. She tossed over to face the wall dismissing it as none other than her mind still not adjusting to the change of moving all the way up north. A few seconds passed before her brain had caught up to her vision and she jarred up from her bed to face what should have been her roommate. The monochromatic idol was nowhere to be seen, its as if there was no trace of her ever being there. No dust, no luggage, not so much as a wrinkle in the blankets that rested neatly atop her mattress. 

A shallow sadness welled up inside Haruhi. There was no note to explain her departure and for some reason she had faulted herself for perhaps scaring her off so soon. Cradling her blanket in hand she realized her nails had been cleaned and painted just the night before by her deft hand. With a gentle dilapidated sigh, she hoped that her homeroom professor would hopefully have more answers for her. This prompted Haruhi to rise and prepare for her first day in school. Unfortunately for Haruhi she hadn’t set an alarm and her internal clock had not yet meshed with the time of classes. Glancing over at the clock she saw she was already incredibly late to class. This caused an explosion of energy and metal inside her small dormitory. Socks were being thrown on while a toothbrush and foam akin to that of rabies dripped all over her top. 

While she was in and out of focus conducting some type of new pose, rotating between objects she carried, she had finally managed to gather herself. Racing out the door she whistled out to her sack of nuts and bolts as if they were a horse galloping in the distance. Two sets of washers slinked out of the bag and attached themselves to the soles of her shoes. Running was much slower than her makeshift rollerblades. She traversed stairs by grinding down rails and vaulting over lowly concrete until she arrived at the entrance of her class. With a more dignified approach she brushed a loose strand of her behind her ear and took a deep breath before making her way in. That was until she realized she was inside 1-B’s classroom and the silence and confused look on everyone’s face signified her mistake. Sweat started to bead on her forehead followed by nervous laughter. Without a word she bowed and fled the classroom. 

Take two. She entered the classroom and saw that a majority if not all the students she saw at the opening day had been in her class and had found their seats properly. Her eyes scanned the room until she caught gazes with a rather short girl up at the front of the class. To Haruhi this was a relief, she was probably another student who was late and was looking for her seat. Making her way over she smiled and slapped the back of the short student. [color=#adf8d1]“You must be new here too! Maybe we’re sitting next to each other. Hopefully I don’t sit in front of you otherwise it might be hard for you to see since you’re kind of short. Like that blue haired girl with the attitude!”[/color] She shouted happily waving at Yoshiba in the audience. 
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