Amu stared out of the window, it was the start if another year it was the same thing her declining grades, friendship circle and health. If you wanted to know Amu had a health situation where she had depression which lead to anxiety which then lead to panic attacks which then lead to her missing school which then made her lose friends all of this happening one after another just in a constant loop until something new would come up and make her life more miserable. And that was today, today was a new start, her first year into high school. Many of the people she knew stay her where all her rich friends left her to go on to better, fancier High schools. /span/em/p
"It wasn't like Amu was poor in fact she came from a rich family who had provided her with the best therapists, but nothing worked. No drugs, no therapist, no amount of seeing people could cure her. The amount of times she had felt worthless, the amount of times she had scared herself was ridiculous. Everyone she knew said this one line, and she was close to murdering anyone else who dared even think it in front of her. "if you don't love yourself, who will love you?" "That one line haunting her from early childhood. Her parents constantly pushing the shy, awkward Amu to make friends had constantly said this line until it sunk into her. They didn't love her. Aged 7 she had her first doubts, what had she done wrong? Was she a chore? She could run away but to where? She had no relatives nearby? No body comforting this young child when the seeds of doubt had sunk into her stomach making her gag at the thought of being unloved.
"Right listen up everybody" a steady, manly voice reaped attention. Amu looked up for a brief instance, brief enough for her to notice his dark eyes and navy hair. She looked back down unbothered by what the teacher was saying until she heard some girls saying, "how old are you?" "7 years older than you guys, I am sure you can do the maths" the girls squeal at a deafening pitch. He turned to face her staring deeply into her eyes and smiling lightly "do you have a question for me?" "huh, me? No nothing" she mumbled startled. He smiled and responded, "so do you mind if I ask you something?" "sure" she vaguely smiled back, "is your pink hair natural? You know that you can't dye your hair until you are in year 13." Amu rolled her eyes groaning internally "yes its natural my parent had my genes genetically modified before I was born hence it might not be natural, but I was born with it so unless you want to me to break the school rules and dye my hair a natural colour" he nodded and moving on not paying any heed to the pink heads eyes being glued to him and glaring holes into his head.
"Amu zoned out for the rest of the lesson but was startled when the bell rang, and she was asked to stay behind. He moved across the room and towered over her and asked "really Amu? Not paying attention that requires a detention you will catch up and at least try to remember my name, it's Ikuto Tsukuyomi""Hope you guys liked it! RR! don't hesitate to pm if you want to talk about anything!/span/em/p