Just so y'all know, I've got a site of this fic now, click on my username and then click 'homepage'. I plan on added all kinds of stuff up there~

Chapters get longer and better as the story goes on because I'm too lazy to re-write.

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Orabelle Arella pushed her reddish brown out of her face. She was nervous, but it was understandable; it was her first day of real school, after all. Kind of odd at fourteen, but you have to start at some point.

"Okay," She said, taking a breath. "I can do this." She paused. "Okay, maybe not. Feet, take it away before I decide to leave."

She took a step forward, then paused, having second thoughts and a weird knot in her stomach. She took another step forward, then another, trying to push through her horrible feeling and nervous thoughts. Just blend in. She told herself. It's just like it is at home, only with more people and guys.

She at least managed to step through the doors before wanting to leave again. And she probably would have left, if the bell didn't sound off and shake her out of her thoughts. She didn't know where her first class was, so she just followed a group of people, hoping to be in the right one. She waited for everyone to go in, and then went last.

"Um, is this the right room?" She asked, half wondering and half hoping.

"Only if you're the new student," The teacher said, not looking up from the pile of papers in his hands. "If not, might as well grab a seat anyway."

At least he has a sense of humor. Orabelle thought. She cleared her throat, but that lumpy feeling didn't go away. "I'm the shiny new toy." She said shyly.

The teacher put down the papers and looked at her through his black circle-frame glasses. He looked a bit young to be a teacher. "Would you mind introducing yourself?" He asked nicely.

"I'm Orabelle Arella, I'm not from around here, please excuse me if I goof stuff up." Orabelle said, taking a quick bow. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to do that, but she did it anyway.

"I'm Hiro Satomi, the teacher," He said. "But you can just call me Hiro, everything else sounds too formal. You can sit behind Umi-San. Please raise your hand, Umi-san."

A boy somewhere in the middle-left of the room raised his hand. He had brown hair and brown eyes, like almost everyone else in the room, except his were lighter. He also looked very bored; Orabelle took her seat behind him, almost tripping on her way over. She could feel almost every pair of eyes in the room on her, making her blush. She'd never been around so many people of the opposite sex before. Actually, she had never been around anyone of the opposite sex before.

The class dragged on from there. Or at least it felt like that to Orabelle. She tried hard to pay attention, she even got called on once, but she was distracted, thinking about what she was supposed to be doing. And once it was done, she could go back home.

The bell rang again, scaring her so much that she almost jumped out of her seat. Must be break time. She thought. Why else would the teacher leave and everyone start getting up and pulling out lunch boxes? I should have brought a lunch box...

She got out of her seat and went to the window, looking out it. She could see a far away beach, the ocean, and her own reflection. She didn't like how she looked; I used to be so pretty. She thought. Her hair was similar to her old style, but it was shorter now, and her eyes were a muddy brown shade. She could be considered pretty to everyone else, even highly attractive, but she didn't like how she looked.

Someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned around to see a small group of girls around her, staring at her like she had two heads or something. There were three of them; the one on the left was very pretty, but her hair was blonde, clearly dyed, and it looked weird. The one on the right was also pretty, with dark hair and light brown eyes. The last one, the one in the middle, was prettier than the both of them combined, and the short haircut she had would keep her like that for a while. "Um, how do you pronounce your name again?" The one in the front asked.

"Um, it's Or-a-bell, Ar-ella," She said. It isn't that hard... "Arella is my last name."

"Well then, Arella-san, would you like to be our friend?" She asked, a little too overly-sweet. "I'm Hoshi, the blonde one is Mio, and the other is Aya."

"Yeah, please Arella-san?" Mio and Aya said in unison, smiling.

Orabelle didn't know what to say. While they are being nice, she didn't even know them. She didn't have to say anything though, because another girl with both dark reddish or pinkish eyes and hair done up in short pigtails came over and stood next to her. "Don't listen to them, they're evil." She said.

"Oh look, its little Shinju and her side-kick, the bitchiness." Hoshi said, quickly turning from sweet to rude.

"That's Shinju-SAN, bitch-"

"HEY, break it up!"

Orabelle turned to see who said that; it was the boy she was sitting behind, Umi, and he looked annoyed. "You shouldn't be fighting in school, it isn't the place, and either is anywhere else."

"But-" Shinju and Hoshi started, but Umi wouldn't let them finish. He cut them off before they could say anything. "No buts, you can't justify acting like little kids fighting over a toy. It's rude and shameful to yourself."

Shinju and Hoshi stormed off in a huff, sitting back down in their seats and glaring at each other. Mio and Aya went back to their seats, too. I wonder what their problem is...

"Um, thanks..." Orabelle said. "But wasn't that a little, well, mean?"

"There's no excuse for being brats in public, and if they aren't going to be nice to each other, why should I be nice to them? It isn't going to make them stop fighting." Umi shot back.

SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of the bed... She crossed her arms. "Well THAT'S rude, I didn't do ANYTHING." She said, suddenly annoyed. She could feel that knot in her stomach come back, only it felt worse than last time.

"Exactly, you could have stopped them, but you didn't." He said. "It'll probably happen again, but next time, don't just stand there." He walked off and sat back to his seat.

"Jerk." Orabelle mumbled. She went back to her seat and steamed over what just happened for the rest of the school day.