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Sitting next to me in our car, I stare at my mother, Rachel. Her long blonde hair is dirty and her face is a pale, sickly color. Her blue eyes seem almost crazed as she looks me over, yet the tears that stream down her face almost seem to calm her down. I knew that this will be the last I'll get to see her for a long, long time.
"Ciel," she whimpers, as she grasps my hand. "Do your best here. Be sure to write to me and your father when you get the chance."
"Of course," I reply, "I will make the house of Phantomhive proud." I grip Mother's hand tightly for a heartbeat, and then let go, stepping out of the car. I stare at the massive building directly in front of me that is to be my new school, but then look back, expecting to see the car driving off into the distance. However, it's already gone. I took my first step closer to fate, with both a strange sense of anticipation and a suitcase full of my possessions.
SLAM!
Something crashed into the locked door of my bedroom. I assumed that it was the housemaster telling me to wake up as to start my first day at Earl Grey Academy, or EGA for short.
"Coming!" I called out, as I buttoned the white undershirt to my new school uniform, which, besides that, consisted of a black vest, shorts, and a red bow. Buttons used to be quite troubling, however, with the help of my father I eventually learned how to dress myself.
SLAM!
The door sustained another direct hit, but I heard the clanging of keys and realized that the lock to it was turning. I finally tied the knot to my bow just as a female with long red hair, a red jacket, glasses, and heels barged into my room.
"Up, up, UP!" She yelled, her voice strangely low for that of a woman's.
"As you can see," I calmly replied, "I am already quite awake, Miss."
"Oh, no time for that! Your day has begun! Here, take a schedule!" She handed me a pamphlet, which I gladly accepted.
Turning on a heel, she stomped out of my room. I could hear yelling and guessed that she must be bothering some other poor students whose bedrooms are close to mine. I looked at my schedule and saw that the first class listed was biology. It was about to start! I sighed. Lateness was not one of the characteristics I want teachers to see in me. Gathering my courage, I stepped out of my room and made my way to the classroom.
I pushed open the heavy door, and saw that the room was ordered with two rows of tables leading up to a board at the front of the room near a desk, which I assume is the teacher's. The door is at the back of the classroom, and I realize that it is the only one- the only way in and out of the room.
I can see no teacher, which is strange. I'm not the only one late. All the students stare up to look at me, and I hesitate in the doorway, unsure of what to do. There are two students seated to a table, and everyone has a partner except for one student in the back row. Keeping my head down, I quickly walk closer to him, and can make out red eyes and black hair. He looks much older than most of the students, I figure that he must have been held back. He doesn't seem to notice or care as I slowly sit down next to him. I don't even bother to ask him if it's ok. It is the only seat open, after all.
Just as I push my chair in closer to the table, the door opens with a crash and a figure enters through it. I recognize her as the woman who so rudely woke me up this morning. She's carrying a red chainsaw as she makes her way to the front of the classroom, sending a gust of wind in her wake. She eventually arrives at the board and begins writing down today's lesson. Instead of paying attention to her, I put my peripheral vision to some use and silently stare at my new partner. His expression changed- instead of looking bored and not seeming to notice me, he looks as if in pain. I wonder, what could possibly cause that? The teacher does have a chainsaw….no, I abandon that idea. I would have seen him be attacked had that happened. His hands grip the underside of the desk, and I notice that they make indentations in the wood. Just who is this guy?
Too curious to let this go, I make a mental note to learn more about my new partner. School suddenly just turned a hell of a lot more interesting.
