The chime of the clock proclaimed the arrival of a new hour as I treaded down the quickly emptying hall. Dressed in black, I clearly stood out among the powder-blue and yellow uniform clad students, though no one seemed to care. Not being the friendliest of people, I kept to myself as I sat watching the others mingle before class began. I was quiet, attentive and did what was required, and the lesson was even slightly interesting, but I was glad to get out of there. Seeing old friends and couples whispering and giggling was too much for me, and made me think of the life and people I had left behind. I had a few very close friends, but I guess I'm naturally kind of a loner. Now that's not to say that I enjoy being by myself, I'm just not the type of person people rush to befriend.
The classes dragged on endlessly, and finally the end of the day decided to saunter in and make its appearance.
A new morning arrived, every bit as vile as the first. Even though I had received one of those hideous girls' uniforms the day before, I was in no mood to even consider wearing it. Yellow? What on earth were they thinking? I came to the conclusion that I was required to wear the uniform in some way, so I improvised with a black dress from my closet.
It was a long way to school but I enjoyed walking more than I would being stuck in a hot vehicle all the way there. There was extra free time for some reason this morning so I came to a decision of checking out some of the clubs I had heard so much about, particularly one called the 'Host Club'.
The Third Music Room…
'Why would they need three music rooms..' I pondered randomly as I followed the map of the very large school building, and came to a slightly opened doorway. I cautiously stepped inside and was greeted by a funny looking group of guys (but one kind of looked like a girl...) in ridiculous attire.