Here's a little heads-up: I started this in January, so it's not as good as some of my other stuff (especially on Quizilla). It was originally on Quizilla, where all the names were different. I just decided to make this into a KH fanfic. This will be updated pretty quickly, considering the fact that I wrote most of this months ago.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

Okay, you can do this. Don't be afraid, I think as I walk through the doors of Ansem High. The students' faces are unfamiliar. They stare at my head as I walk down the hall. My medium-length blond hair flows behind me as I speed away from the curious eyes.

'Finally,' I think as my crystal blue eyes catch sight of my gray locker. Locker Number 780. As I put in the combination, I feel someone's presence next to me.

"You're that new girl, right?" a girl's voice asks.

"'That new girl' has a name: Namine," I say softly as I turn to face the stranger. She had long, dark red hair tied up in a ponytail and blue eyes. The teenager was about 5' 6' - the same height as me.

"Right," she replies. "That's what the teachers said, but I had to make sure. It's not a common name around here."

"A lot of people say the same thing," I state. It had been just three days since I had moved to Hollow Bastion from Twilight Town. My hands take out a green binder and an orange one. The green one is for my Writing class. The orange binder is for Music.

"Anyway, I'm Kairi. They put me in your classes, too. But I was already in them anyway, so it didn't make much of a difference!" Kairi giggles. A small chuckle escapes my mouth as I close my locker. As it clicks shut, we walk to Writing class together.

When I walked into classroom 97483 behind Kairi, the teacher motions for me to come to her desk. The name plate read, 'Ms. Gainsborough.' She looked like a nice, young teacher, probably 26 or something.

"Namine Suki. Welcome to our school. You can have a seat right there, next to Kairi Rian and Roxas Harrison," Ms. Gainsborough instructs. I nod and take my seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kairi take out her notebook with a pretty content expression. Well, at least there's one person I know in my classes. When I got my green binder on my desk, a piece of paper landed onto my desk.

Hi, Namine. Nice to meet you. I'm Roxas: I'm a friend of Kairi's. I saw that you walked in with her, the note said. My gaze turns to Will, who subtly waves. I write on the paper and toss it to him.

Hey, Roxas. Can you tell me what this school is like?

After class. Ms. Gainsborough is getting suspicious. Then, my focus returns back to my notebook, and my pencil flew across the paper. I write a poem about my hopes for my new life.

Expectations

The new world reveals

A new place for me to explore

What does it have in store?

Possibly an improved friend

Or a place where I am myself

I don't care what this town has to give

As long as my life becomes exciting

So far

So great

My expectations seem as if they may be completed this time around.

Suddenly, the bell sounds, making me jump. I put my stuff away and grab all of it and head to Music with Kairi.

"Class? This is Namine Suki, from Twilight Town. Go ahead and take a seat wherever you like, dear." Mrs. Ariel introduces. Kairi gestures me to sit next to her, and I obey. The class starts to find instruments that were placed around. I go up to Mrs. Ariel.

"What are we doing, Mrs. Ariel?" I ask.

"The students are taking out an instrument that they are learning to play. You can go ahead and pick one, Namine," she answers. Looking around the room, I spot a bunch of instruments: guitars, keyboards, vocals, drum sets, and xylophones.

How rich is this school? I wonder as I walk over to the drum sets, since there wasn't anyone at that instrument. This is one of the only instruments in this room I have no fucking clue about how to play. My hands pick up a drum kit lesson book - filled with rhythms - and a pair of drumsticks. As I sit down behind a bunch of drums, I tap the sticks lightly on the different percussion instruments, following the rhythm and learning how to read percussion. By the end of class, the drums have been mastered.

Kairi and I get our things together and walk out the door. Now, another class: Gym. I'm not a star athlete when it comes to 'Physical Education,' as the teachers call it at my old high school, but it's not like I suck at it. But the name's bullshit. If it's in a gym, then it's Gym class.