[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0n9yFft.png[/img][/center][right][color=9433ff]April 9th- Morning[/color][/right][hr]

Golden hues slowly fluttered open, blinked slowly and attempted to adjust to the light peering into the room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the smell of fresh bacon in the morning or the chipper sounds of family conversations that woke her up. Hell, her alarm wasn’t even the thing that woke her up. 

She had hardly slept as is.

It was the dreaded feeling in the pit of her stomach that kept her up all night and it was the reality that her final semester was here that woke her up. She didn’t have a reason to feel this way. She should be rejoicing. She wouldn’t have to deal with the feelings of stress that came with keeping up with her image at school and hopefully have a fulfilling career once she was done. Or so she wanted to think. Her stress from school would just turn into stress from work and her job would likely be something that only her father would agree to. 

She groaned quietly as she reached over and turned off her alarm before it could even make a sound at 6:35. Slowly she rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom where she began her usual morning ritual. The obvious was to brush her teeth and cleanse her face. She had read in a magazine that the new cleanser that she was using was somewhat popular with people around her age. She wondered if her classmates would even notice. She combed her hair and then put on her school uniform. 

As she headed down the stairs, she listened to see if she could still hear her father getting ready for work and of course,  when she’d made it to the bottom of the stairs she noticed that his shoes were already gone. 

[color=7733ff][i] Figures[/i][/color]

She didn’t know why she got up everyday expecting him to be there when she got up. He never was. She went and made her usual breakfast of eggs and toast and while that cooked she prepared her lunch. And while she ate her breakfast, she went over the grocery list for the week. These were how Oka’s mornings were spent. 

Alone.

She cleaned up and put away the dishes and checked the time: 7:15a. It was just enough time to leave and take the train a little early just to make sure she wasn't late. It was another one of her father's many teachings about being early is being on time-- you get the idea. It just sort of stuck with her. So regardless if this was considered too early for most, she knew based out of practice that this was the best decision in case something came up. At least, that's what she kept telling herself everyday. As she reached for the door and put on her shoes, she checked to make sure she grabbed everything and then departed.

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At 7:45am, Oka arrived at the school, she placed her items in her locker and changed her shoes to the indoor ones. She immediately went to the assembly hall and sat in the front row with her fellow peers in the student council. She had hoped that today went by rather quickly and without a hitch. And she also hoped that the new first years wouldn’t give the student council any trouble. This was her final year as Vice President and she simply wanted to finish it without errors. [color=17A589]"Naomi-sama!"[/color] She heard a group of students shout behind her. Oka turned around and gave a gentle smile and wave before turning back to face forward. 

She could feel a wave of anxiety wash over but she remained calm and collected externally. Still, it was always so embarrassing when they did that.