The repetitive ringing of my alarm clock told me I had to get up, and unfortunately, my conscience was saying the exact same thing. If there was one obvious trait of mine, it was the fact that I was a perfectionist, and it would be a crime if I actually got to school late.

And today was no ordinary school day. Oh no it wasn't... It was my first day as a High School student.

So as not to be rude to my noisy little alarm, I quickly jumped up and scrambled to the bathroom, ignoring my disarranged bed. I kept it in mind, of course, that I'll fix that later.

The water was incredibly cold – a consequence for waking up at five in the morning – and it took a while before I actually got used to it. After that, I dried myself slowly with a purple towel my mom had bought for me the day before. (Which was expected of her since she always wanted me to feel "brand new"). Anyway, I was in a major rush mode so I folded the towel across my chest and ran back to my room, still partially wet.

When I was fully dry, I pulled on a white polo with a short black skirt to match, and whirled a red ribbon around the collar. I brushed the tangles out of my short purple hair and wore a white beret with a black ribbon on its edges. This uniform was a whole lot different than the one in middle school. It looked a bit better, if not cuter. But I would have preferred it if the skirt was a little longer.

"Arme! It's time for breakfast!" My mom called out. I wouldn't want to make her wait, so I jolted downstairs and sat on my usual chair at the dining table.

"Wow! Sister looks cute!" My little sister yelled. She was as energetic as I am, and was able to talk at an early age, just like me. It wasn't surprising though, for it was because of this "inherited" trait that neighbors would usually refer to my family as a "Race of Einsteins."

"School doesn't start till seven, you know?" My dad said in a serious tone, as always. Once again, he was holding a newspaper up to his nose, never bothering the people around him. "You shouldn't be in a hurry. You might trip on the way."

"I'm not that clumsy, dad," I replied, noticing the first article on the newspaper. "That boy is coming here?!" I suddenly spat.

"Who's coming?" My mom questioned.

"HIM!" I bursted, this time ceasing the newspaper from my father. It was impolite but he didn't seem to mind. "Oh no!"

"Is there a problem, Arme?" My dad asked. All the world seemed to have laid a burden on him once he saw me panicking.

"H-He... He must be crazy! Going to a school where fan girls would chase him all around?" I erupted, holding the newspaper at arm's length.

"Its normal, Arme. After all, that school you're going to is prestigious. I wouldn't be surprised if--"

"If some boy begins to steal your friends!"

"Arme," My mom spoke with her soft, reassuring voice. "Your friends will never leave your side. Ever."

"But mom! Elesis and Lire are my number one supporters. And I know they'll start ignoring me once they see that guy walking around in the campus!"

"Who is this boy anyway?" My father said, grabbing the newspaper. "La --"

"Its none of your business!" I fumed as I grabbed a toast and began munching on it.

"Well, he is good-looking."

"That's the problem dad!"

Probably the noise was a bit too much for my sister since she started crying before my dad could even find a proper retort for my reaction.

"Its okay, that's enough," My mother cooed, carefully lifting the little, purple-head. "Everything's alright little one. Everything's alright."

"B-But! Big sister and papa were fighting!" She yelled, shedding more and more tears. I smiled at the thought that at an early age, she could already show concern for others.

I did, however, revert back to my panic-stricken state when I realized the time.

"Six thirty?!" I screamed, hastily finishing off my toast and running off to the kitchen to brush my teeth. Then I bolted away from my home, hoping for an amazing first day of school.

All hope was lost when I got to the campus.

"What the hell is happening here?" I muttered to myself as hundreds of girls began huddling at one corner. Some where holding banners, others were simply screaming and shouting silly things, while the rest were eager to find out what was going on.

Knowing that standing on a spot won't douse my curiosity, I went over to a tall, blonde girl who, at least, didn't appear busy. "Uhm... Do you mind telling me why everyone is--"

"Arme!" The girl bursted. I was sort of embarrassed when I found out it was only Lire. I guess I didn't notice the ears. "So, are you waiting for him too?"

"Huh?" I asked, failing to comply with her words.

"Him!" She continued, leaving me confused. Then I remembered the article on the newspaper.

"Oh. No! Of course not!" I replied, smiling sincerely. "Where's Elesis?"

"She got into a fight a while ago. Luckily Ronan came and bribed the bullies to leave her alone."

"Bribed?"

"Ronan is rich, Arme. Its normal."

"How about Ryan?" I asked, noticing the blush that quickly formed on Lire's face. I knew she had a crush on the orange-haired tree-hugger ever since middle school.

"H-He's... Elsewhere..."

I looked around for a while after hearing her answer, and began waving when I caught sight of a familiar redhead. "Oh! Here comes Elesis!"

"I told you I was fine!" The redhead yelled. I thought she was talking to herself until I realized who was beside her.

"It sure didn't seem like it to me," Ronan smirked. Heh. The tomboy and the gentleman, together at last.

"Hey you two! Stop fighting!" Lire yelled. This was also expected, after all, she was always the voice of reason.

"Anyway, it seems like they couldn't wait," Ronan commented, looking at the horde of girls that have seemingly arranged themselves at the gate in a welcoming order. "He's supposed to be here soon. I heard his family wanted him to experience a normal life for once."

"Seems troublesome," Lire added, observing the whole place.

"Hey Li, are you looking for someone?" Elesis suddenly questioned, her lips twisting into a smile.

"Yeah. I was wondering where Ry--"

Before Lire could finish her reply, we heard a familiar voice behind us say, "Hey guys! I just finished planting another tree at the new green house behind the school. We could go look at it later."

We all smiled and nodded. After all, there was nothing good to do during lunch.

"Here it comes!" A brunette alarmingly cried out from beside the gate. It was only a few moments after her screech that we saw a white limousine enter the school grounds. Just seeing the vehicle made me feel uncomfortable.

"Arme, is something wrong?" Lire asked, looking down at me. Sometimes I wished they would stop doing that because when I start minding the huge gap between our heights, my mood meter will drop from bad to worse.

"No," I answered meekly, and diverted my attention back to the white limousine which happened to be the root of my problems.

Little by little, my energy drained, especially when I saw the silver-haired guy that emerged from the vehicle. Even before he came out, the girls' screams were already much too deafening so I decided to run inside the school.

I found sanctuary within the silent, white hallways. At least there weren't shrieking fan girls or anything related to that matter. I was safe. Or at least I felt like it...

"Yes!" I yelled to myself as I threw a fist into the air.

"If you had a problem with the noise, you could have told us, Arme," Ronan said as he gasped for air. Was I running that fast?

"Well, I couldn't blame her. Those fan girls were going nuts!" Elesis told us. She looked like she had gotten out of a wrestling match judging from the messy hair and the dirty uniform.

We continued our conversation as we headed up the stairs to our next class since it looks like there won't be any school assemblies today. When we got to the room, there wasn't a student in sight, except for the teacher: a blue-haired woman with a pair of spectacles on her. She looked quite young, and she also seemed to take her job seriously.

She had heterochromia, a disease which caused one iris of hers to be blue, while the other was red. I had read about such a disease a long time ago, but I don't want to lay down some boring details.

Lessons had started when the pupils began entering the classroom. They were very tumultuous, and I never really did appreciate their presence.

Some even teased me whenever I tried answering a question, and it really ticked me off. Most of them gossiped about my family background, but fortunately, they didn't go that far. A few of them knew the consequences of spreading rumors about my relatives.

Chemistry class was my favorite, after all, I was the expert when it came to solutions and such. The lessons progressed quite normally, and there was no trace of mister silver to ruin my day.

Unluckily for my friends, our scheduled meeting at the greenhouse had to be canceled since Elesis got in trouble with her math teacher. So I simply roamed around the school area, meeting people and greeting them when I got the chance. This was a habit of mine, and it had given me a good reputation in school over the past six years. I couldn't help but keep this up notably because I was a scholar, and I had to keep a good image.

Hours passed and finally, school was over, but I had to stay behind since I wanted to help Miss Mari with a few things. Yes, that's the teacher I was talking about earlier.

When I was done, I hastily ran back to my locker to get my books. I stopped dead on the tracks when I saw sir oh-so-perfect standing right beside where I wanted to be.

Relax Arme, I told myself. He won't bother you.

Those words kept repeating themselves in my mind as I shakily opened my locker and grabbed the books I needed. I tried to be silent as I left, hoping he didn't notice me.

"Hey you!"

Oh crap...

I spun around slowly, noting how tall he was compared to me. How I wish I'd gain a few more inches by now.

"You're that girl earlier. The one who ran off..."

I gulped slightly. "Y-Yeah..."

"Why?" He asked in a tone that was both harsh and cold.

"I didn't like the screaming. And the fan girls. And I was afraid of..." I trailed off.

"You were afraid of me?" He continued. Man was I in love with his eyes...

No Arme! Snap out of it! My conscience yelled, and I quickly shook the thought off. "NO!"

"Then what were you afraid of?"

"I was afraid of..."

I knew I didn't have the answer to that question, but I couldn't do anything about it. He was too curious, and scary. I wanted to run away as fast as I can, and so I did...

"Hey you haven't answered my question!" He called out from behind. His voice made me fully aware of the footsteps that were getting closer... And closer... And closer.

I wasn't ready for the staircase though...