[color=#FF6200][b]Fukushu Haru[/b][/color]
[hr]  
Bright was the sun today. Such brightness brings out the deeper reds of her orange hair, the sort of day that invites bugs out of their holes to scurry around in warm dirt for all to see. Such was its vibrancy from the window she sat next to.

Fukushu wished she could be out there, to feel the breeze and smell freshly turned dirt. Or go further out to the distant shore and smell the salt and feel something pulling, fighting against her line as the water roars alongside a throat long turned raw in mimicry. 

Grandmother would approve, but it was that same old bat that had her in this position. On paper. She was not nearly foolish enough to believe that spiteful old woman would ever let her go, her own version of overprotectiveness after…

Regardless, Grandmother would rather be available to help should something happen than in prison for something as little as ‘Neglect’ or ‘Child Endangerment’ or ‘44 Counts of Aggravated Assault and Battery’. She scoffs at the memory, Fukushu would not neglect education but sitting in a class with the dull murmur of those around feels…wasted. When there are things out there she could do, people she could find.

The pencil she had been idly twirling creaks in her clenched hand, a notice for a deep breath and to relax back into the chair. She tries to stretch, only for the uniform fabric to catch before any muscles, the small jacket being a size too small for any sort of movement. Another exhalation of breath marks her taking the dark thing off, it was too warm for it anyways. 

Maybe is she is lucky the classes will be over quickly.