"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Anne jumped down the stairs, nearly falling over from the heavy landing, toothbrush in mouth, brush tangled in the thick knots of her long ebony hair and her blouse collar sticking out of her favourite red waistcoat that she could wear to school. Her black trousers were covered in the cat's fur but she didn't have time to clean them up because she was late for school. …Again! Jumping over the Siamese cat that tried to trip her over, Anne spat the toothpaste in her mouth out in the kitchen sink, rinsed her mouth and swallowed before grabbing her satchel and notebook.

"Bye!" she shouted and ran out of the door, picking her black shoes up and running with them in her hands.

Oh, why didn't Tifa wake her up earlier?! She knew she had Asperger Syndrome and that she had processing problems so she did every five times slower than everyone else! Especially in the morning! Anne's eyes widened as she saw Zack, the leader of the football team, up ahead and crashed into him.

"Sorry!" they shouted at each other.

Zack blinked as he saw Anne.

"Oh hi Anne…"

But she was gone, down the pavement and around the corner. Zack sweatdropped.

"I could have given her a ride to school…" he murmured as he got his car keys out.

Anne was so glad to be going to dance classes as she evaded the public that stood in her way to school. She had missed the bus now, so she was going to have to run all the way to the damn school! Why did the stupid school have to start at freaking 7am?! Anne was ecstatic when she finally got into a school that focused solely on the talents of a student with Tifa. She could hone her writing skills and perhaps even find a career in the performing arts which she had wanted for quite a while. The only problem was the school hours. Hello! Morning registration started at 7am in the morning and afternoon registration would end at 8pm! That's thirteen freaking hours, surely keeping a student inside a school for that long was forbidden!

Anne gasped as she saw Aerith, the best painter in the school. She narrowly missed running into her and gave her a quick wave while sprinting down the pavement. Aerith watched her with a soft smile and sighed.

"She should have continued cross-country classes," she murmured to herself as she watched Anne speed off and around the corner.

Anne's brain was completely ignoring the fact that her hips and calves are aching, her feet are going numb from all the running and her thighs were itching like hell. The only instructions were to get to school on time. Anne made sure to even her breathing as she jogged on the spot by the zebra crossing, waiting for the perfect opportunity to cross. After waiting for a minute or so, she was on the other side of the pavement and sprinting down to reach the damn school. Finally reaching the school, she jogged across the playground and noticed Cloud, the leader of the kendo team. She dove her hand into her bag where a piece of paper lay and slammed it on his chest as she ran past. Cloud blinked in confusion, took the piece of paper and read it.

'Ask Tifa out already!'

Cloud blinked again but in bemusement and smiled, shaking his head.

"Little matchmaker," he mumbled and went inside the school building.

Anne sped through the corridors, avoiding crashing into people then sighed as she saw a crowd blocking one corridor.

"Excuse me!" she said as she slid underneath the legs of a tall burly person.

She then realised that there was a fight and said tall burly person was trying to stop it. She got up, darted in between the two people fighting, elbowed them in the stomachs which made them fall onto the floor and squeezed through the crowd to get to registration, shouting apologies as she squirmed in between the mass of people. The tall burly person was called Angeal and he was the top wrestler in the school. He watched the small girl run off to registration, not bothering to call to her to remind her to not run in the corridors. He sighed and grabbed the two trouble-makers.

"Everyone to registration!" he called "And you two are coming with me to see the headmaster."

Anne then saw Tifa, the sexiest and most popular girl in the school and the best student in martial arts, in the corridors as she continued travelling to her form room. She dove a hand into her satchel and slapped a piece of paper on Tifa's large bust. Tifa swung a punch to whoever touched her bust but seeing them dodge, twirl and run off, Tifa deduced that it was her little sister, Anne. Did she catch the bus in the end? Tifa shrugged and retrieved the piece of paper.

'Stop pretending that you're not crushing on Cloud!'

Tifa blushed and crumpled the note up, tossing it into the bin then went into her form classroom. Anne growled as she saw Genesis, the best student in drama, blocked her path. She leapfrogged over him because she knew he wouldn't get out of the way because he wouldn't hear her over the music he had plugged in his ears and he probably wouldn't bother with her anyway. Genesis stumbled and watched as Anne ran around the corner and sighed exasperatedly.

"Why do I have to see her this early in the morning?" he lamented before continuing to read Loveless while he casually strolled to registration.

Anne's blood red eyes lit up when she saw Yuffie, the best gymnast in the school, and held out her hand. They hi-fived before Anne sprinted up all the stairs to reach her form room at the top. Yuffie blinked as she watched Anne run up the flights of stairs while the lift opened behind her.

"I should do that but I don't like running so much this early in the morning," she yawned and went into the lift to get to her form room.

"Sixty two, sixty four, sixty six," Anne murmured as she jumped two steps at a time "Sixty-eight, seventy!"

She then ran straight into someone and gasped as she toppled over. A strong arm secured itself around her waist and brought her into a sturdy warm chest. Anne hugged the person on instinct, her heart racing as she regained her breath. Sephiroth, the best student in music and the most popular and handsome boy in school, stared down at her curiously as she clung onto him in fright. He hugged her in comfort, wondering if he'd gone out with her before. Let's see, none of the girls he had gone out with had long hair like hers so this was probably some fresh meat he could target. But she looked familiar, where could he have possibly seen her before…?

"Oh my gosh!"

The young girl broke out of his grip and she ran up the stairs after calling an apology down at him. Sephiroth blinked and looked down. A white hairbrush lay by his feet and he picked it up. 'Anne' was written in curvy letters on the back but there was a full name on a name label around the handle, saying 'Anne Lockhart'. Lockhart, Cloud's crush's last name was Lockhart. Was that Cloud's crush? No, she looked too young and Cloud mentioned that his Lockhart had the biggest bust in the school. That girl's bust felt smaller than other girls he had pressed to his chest before. Shrugging, Sephiroth pocketed the brush and jogged up the stairs to his form room.

Anne sighed as she found her form room and burst in.

"Sorry I'm late, sir!" she exclaimed and leaned against the doorframe gasping for breath.

Mr Vincent Valentine, the stunt training teacher, had just reached her name in the register. He blinked and smiled at Anne, the best writer and the most well-known student in the school, gesturing for her to take her seat.

"Sit down, Miss Lockhart, I'll just register you in."

Anne slumped to her desk at the front and collapsed across it, falling asleep promptly. Sniggers spread throughout the classroom and Vincent sighed. Couldn't the girl just stay out of trouble for one day?