A/N: Hello, everyone! New school year, new everything. I re-read the whole School Days : FIRST YEAR, and guess what I thought?

WTF WAS I THINKING?

I won't complain if any of you say it sucks, because hell yeah, it does. Uhuhuhuhu, I still can't bring myself to delete it, though, cuz it brings back a lot of memories… so, I hope to improve my writing here, and I swear I'll try my best.

Oh, and I changed from 3rd POV to 1st POV because that's so much easier and more awesome.


This was it—my first day back in school. Oh, I knew it was going to be awkward.

I started walking the path to Gate 7 slowly and nervously, not wanting to trip or anything. I paused at Gate 6, wondering if it would be better to enter from there, but then continued walking again. I remembered that I was supposed to meet Yumi at the next gate. Remembering that, I stopped again, and I took out my unawesome-but-awesome-at-the-same-time phone and texted her. I sat on one of the seats across the gate.

Where are you? I'm already here…-

Her reply came shortly.

Gate 1~

I sighed.

Hurry uppp, I'll stay at Gate 6 and wait for you. XD

A final reply came.

Okai~

With that, I shoved my phone back into my bag and sat there in silence for a while. I kept looking to my left every now and then to see if she was coming. The morning was quite cold, and the sky was a 'sad' shade of blue. Ugh... how am I supposed to introduce myself in class later on? I failed way too much the first time. I shuddered at the memory of how I took my first step in class. I stood in front by the teacher, and all eyes were on me. I just wanted to die on the spot. I wanted to die the most painful death anyone could imagine. Somehow, I barely managed made it through. But I did.

Because I'm awesome.

Yes, my ego grew even more during the horrible summer. I was so desperate to talk to someone, but everyone on my contacts list were busy enjoying the heat, while I was trying to stay alive. I found the time to start running a blog, The Awesome Blog of Ore-sama, on Tumblr. Since then, I'd been so busy on the site, posting and following other blogs, which was extremely time-wasting. Because of that, these days, I used the word "awesome" over a million times a day, much to my parents' dismay (it made my mother yell at me once).

I sighed. I started to think of what Yumi and I would do now that Yuu was in the US, spending her time derping on the internet, since school there wasn't going to start until August. We'd recently formed our RL BTT (Real Life Bad Touch Trio), which was based on the Hetalia trio of 3 friends. Well, all that was left in school was two-thirds of it now.

I glanced to my left again. A girl with short hair and thick bangs was walking while holding her pink bag instead of wearing it. None other than Yumi, of course. I got up and walked over to her. She greeted me with a smile, and we both walked through Gate 6, to the second floor, which was where our classrooms would be. But then I remembered...

"Yumi, you're in 2-C."

"Really?! I was in 1-C last year... yay~!"

"Um..."

"Eh?"

"You do remember that I'm in 2-B, right...?"

And we stopped our tracks for a while. Ah, yes, just the day before, Yuu had informed me online that she'd seen some pictures of the list of students and what classes they were going to be in. When I saw all of the foreigners' names in one same class, 1-C, I was so happy, knowing that I was finally going to be classmates with Yumi. Hey, at least my best friend was going to be there, and I wouldn't have to be alone. Yuu sent me screen shots of our names and all.

Ogata, Yumi _ 1-C

It was clearly written there. I thought the school year wasn't going to be so bad after all, but then I saw my name...

Kuroda, Aika _ 1-B

Well that was a real downer. I didn't stop ranting about it for the next hour. Now, there was this system in school which was made specially for the foreigners. A certain class would be picked, and all foreigners of that year level would be sorted into the said section, so I was shocked to see that I was the only one in a non-international class (there was this Korean, but he was such a genius that he got into an honors classroom, 1-X).

So today, my parents and I were going to see the registrar about this to see if it was just some mind-blowing mistake. Uh, well, only my parents, really. Meanwhile, I walked around with Yumi. We saw some friends here and there. We stopped in front of 1-C to take a look around it, but there were only boys inside, so we passed.

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"AIKA~!"

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Aaand the next thing I knew, I was being tackled into a hug from Kyanna. Well, it was to be expected, especially from the moe-loli character of the story. Jaimee, NJ and JP followed behind her. Oh, that made me remember that Jaimee had said she changed her art style. I insisted to see it.

"Here it is," she said, handing me the folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and saw the new design of our Hetalia OC, Philippines. It was brilliant, cute, and just...

"It's awesome!" I exclaimed out of pure joy. Just a few days ago, I was devastated to realize too late that Kyanna, Jaimee and I had unintentionally created a horrible, unawesome Mary Sue OC. So the night before, Jaimee and I exchanged a few messages about improving her character and all. We spent about an hour just getting her flaws and skills right.

We chatted and exchanged some updates for a good three minutes, then Yumi and I walked off back to the first floor again. I was planning to meet up with my parents. They were probably annoyed with the system or something. Coincidentally, the moment we reached the end of the stairs, I saw my father pass by with a small yellow piece of paper in his hands. Well this can't be good. Oh, and I also noticed that- Yep, not good at all. He's going to the principal's office.

I told Yumi to go ahead to 2-C while I trailed behind him into the cold room filled with a few parents and some staff members.


To make a long story short, my parents and I waited for about 2 hours in the room. AA was also there to change her class (she found out that she didn't know anyone in her new one), and I chatted with her and her mom for a while. 2 long hours of doing absolutely nothing was just... unawesome. In the end, I was asked to go to my current class, 2-B. My parents stayed behind to talk to the vice principal or something like that. I hoped they weren't planning on ranting like they usually did. Well, they probably going to anyway.

I walked slowly back upstairs. My class was the last one, located at the end of the hall, just across the library. I felt sick. I didn't want to go. Me and my social anxiety.

I saw a teacher standing in front of the class. Everyone was quiet. Oh no, I thought. don't tell me she's one of those super strict and disciplining teachers. Even though it was only going to be for a few hours, I just really didn't want to talk to her face to face, but if I didn't, I knew I was going to be in real trouble later on for "skipping classes". The front door was locked (the door knob was broken), so I knocked on the back door.

Mein Gott (Prussian for "My God").

The moment the teacher saw me, I wanted to either run or just dissolve on the spot. Yeah, I just wanted to disappear from the world, or go die in a hole and never me dug up. The next second, all eyes were on me. Every student in the classroom was looking at me, like I was an outcast. Well, so much for trying to stay calm. Okay, either you explain to the teacher where the hell you were, or you can just run back downstairs. You're gonna be transferred tomorrow anyway. It was just for a few seconds, but... You're screwing it up. Run. I almost felt my foot moving a step back. You are so unawesome... RUN. I blinked and looked down.

"Yes?" her voice rang through the class (no, maybe it was just my imagination). But... she didn't sound harsh or strict. In truth, she actually sounded quite nice. Was that the word?

Can't run now, stupid. "... good morning, Miss. I'm sorry I'm late; I just came from the principal's office."

"Oh? What's your name?" she asked.

"... Kuroda... Aika, ma'am." I managed.

"I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"... Ku... ro... da..." You should go die.

She took out what seemed to be a list of all the students, and finally found my name. "Alright, go take a seat over there," she said, pointing at the empty seat that was at the back of the class. My seatmate seemed to be foreign. I quietly placed my bag there and looked around for... Kuroki Miu. Well, I was sure I saw her name on the list for this class. I kept searching, but I couldn't find someone with a peach-colored bag or long hair with bangs (well there was this girl in front of me, but Miu would never wear a girly headband or be that loud or raise her hand at every single question the teacher had or complimented herself on how great she was or- and the list goes on).

I gave up and just sat there, doing whatever was needed to be done, like filling out a student profile sheet, or listening to what the teacher was saying.


A short recess later, I went back to class. I managed to talk to Miu, though. I ran back. A few more students came, and the quietly went back to their seats without talking, which surprised me. I remembered my previous class, 1-P. No one knew how to stop talking for once in their life, but... I assumed it was because it was only the first day of school. All of them had the potential to be noisy, so I was glad I wasn't staying long. The teacher seemed so nice, so I didn't want her to snap one day. It would probably be worse than my teacher last year.

The class started with a prayer, followed by a few more activities and preparations as for tomorrow's plans. Finally, the teacher asked for us to play a game. At that moment, I just didn't know which was worse: my debut, or the thought of me participating in the game. No matter how fun a game in class sounded, I tried my best to avoid them as much as possible. They would end with someone losing most of their pride, and... I just didn't want that. It was just too unawesome. But I was forced to play anyway. I mean, I had to. I didn't want to look bad in front of the nice teacher and the civil students in the class. So I swallowed my pride and joined in.

Basically, the game was something like this:

"Have you seen my cat?" asked "it".

"No; where is your cat?" the whole class responded.

"My cat is..." "it" looked for any adjective for her 'cat'. "... wearing a watch!"

All students in the room who was wearing watches scrambled around to look for an empty seat.

They had to exchange seats with another who was wearing a watch.

Those who didn't exchange seats or couldn't find an empty seat to occupy would become "it".

Of course, with a game full of suspense like this, I got more than 20 mini-heart-attacks, and so did Miu. Surprisingly, it was actually really fun. Well, too bad, I was going to have to pack my bags and move about 2-3 rooms away. At least it was going to be filled with loads of people I knew from last year. I heard Jyuri was there too, so it couldn't be too bad to start in a new class again. Yumi, Jyuri, the foreigners from last year's SFC (Special Filipino Class), which is a special program for foreigners who didn't know how to speak the language. Minna, I'm proud enough to say that I was the AWESOME president of the said class.

Overall, the day ended well, but it was just the start of this new school year. Get ready for more. Don't die~! Hell, I somehow got the feeling I really was going to die halfway through the year.

"Ahahahaha, we're in second year already?!" Yumi said.

"Yeah. You better do well this time! Since you took summer classes last time, you can't take anymore after this school year," I answered.

"Yay, I'm now a senpai~!"

"E-eh- hey, I guess that makes me one too... aho."


A/N: First chapter sucked, I'm sorry, but this is my best for today, because I just spent 3 hours straight building up an OC with Jaimee. Let's hope tomorrow will go well! Minna-san, I present to you- SCHOOL DAYS : SECOND YEAR!

((did I somehow improve here? I tried practicing my writing a little during the summer...))