Absent Thoughts Lead to Disorder

by IntergalacticPanda

There's always a bit of fear involved in going to a new school, a new territory. And yet, why can't she stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong in such an environment? Was she supposed to get involved? And why did she come to that place to begin with? Maybe it was the curiosity, maybe she shouldn't have been in the first place. OC POV/no pairings, just friendship.

1. Intro

Greetings!

This is the introduction, just a quick mention.

Well then, I probably shouldn't blab, so you can go in this story, but let me just make a small message here! I do not own Kuroko no Basket or the characters in it! The main character in this story, our precious OC does belong to me however! Thanks for reading, and I hope it is up to your expectations.

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"Masami, did you get your uniform ready? "

"Not yet, mom! I was just brushing my teeth; I'll have it out soon. "

A voice bubbled from the bathroom door, quickly shut out by an audible slam against the hinges. Tomorrow, tomorrow was going to be the day. Already she was busying herself, brushing her teeth, washing her face to ensure that she would be ready for the next day. No more plaque stained her smile, and with, albeit a moist face, she headed off to her room. Takehiko was most likely asleep, as was the tradition of five year olds, and her parents must've doing some more all nighters for work.

8 : 30 am.

That's the assigned time, the thought rings through the girl's mind. Eight thirty was the time she was to be at school, to meet all her new classmates, to join all the clubs that were to her heart's desire. Who was she to meet? Were her teachers kind, or bitter? It was too much of a thought, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind. Teikō Junior High. It was a pretentious school to say the least; all she could hope for was that she could excel in her classes. Her bag was filled to the brim with new materials, never before had she found so many Kuramon accessorized folders and pencils. They had cost plenty, but the fact that she had money to spare from her summer job, and soon to be fall job, was a blessing in disguise to both her and her parent's wallet.

Absent thoughts would lead to disorder, something her mother had always told her, placing her uniform in her closet for the morning. Dinner was quaint, if a bit saddening. Winter had ended, and while she only knew of a measly group of people who were going to the same school as her or nearby, would she gain any friends? God, why was she still fretting about this? Resting on her futon, Masami's lips pursued, staring at the blank white expanse of her ceiling.

"I can do it. "

And like that, her worries had quelled, diving down into her thoughts. Let them be, she thought, pulling on her most comfortable T-shirt and shorts. Releasing the charcoal mess of hair tucked into the collar, she ducked into the sheets, resting her features onto the pillow. A breath of air fogged up her glasses, had she forgotten in this massive train of dumb ideas to take off her glasses? Placed upon the side table, she took in another lungful of oxygen, curling as closely as she could into herself. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.