The pink walls hover over her as she sprints down them on her way to class. Her yellow dress swishes around her, showing just the barest hint of white tights underneath. The thick soles of her platform heels thunk against the marble floors, the only sound in the quiet school.
I can't believe I'm late! I told them, seven o'clock. Or maybe I told them eight…damn.
It's the first day of school (well, for her—everyone else started a month ago), and second year Yukitari Honda is frantic. She searches the walls for her room number. 1A…1B…2A! Finally! She hangs a sharp right and bursts through the door, already shouting apologies.
"I'm so sorry, sensei!" she exclaims before stopping abruptly to catch her breath. "I—"
"Yes, yes," Sensei Maki says tiredly. "It's quite alright. Just take your seat, Miss…"
"Um…Honda? Honda Yukitari?" It sounds like a question, but Japanese isn't exactly her first language.
"Yes, well, take your seat, Miss Honda." He turns back to the board. "You are lucky—I have not yet taken attendance."
"Yes, thank you, Sensei," she says quietly, bowing respectfully. She scans the aisles, searching for the seat with her name on it. Finding it, she makes a hasty retreat to the back of the room. Though at first the room seems to be alphabetically seated, upon closer inspection, the seats don't seem to be organized in any way.
She takes out a new black notebook and a pen. It's her favorite color—purple. The ink is, too. Her stash of pens were designed specifically to her, in certain colors. Each writes like a fountain pen, but they still look like any other pen you'd see out of a pack of twenty. Her name is engraved on the side. They were a gift, many years ago, from a craftsman close to her. He made over a hundred of them for her, so that she would never have to write with anything else.
I wonder when he'll visit again…a few months, probably…
She shakes the thought off just as the prick behind her eyes starts.
Yuki carefully writes the date at the top of the page before writing down what is already on the board. Though it is quite a lot of writing, she finishes within minutes and is able to continue along with the class for a few minutes until she finally looks up and around the room. She begins writing down other things, though she keeps an eye on the board and one ear focused on the teacher as she drifts.
The whole school is pink…a bit odd for a school, but it's okay. Not like there's anything wrong with pink…
The class has few notable students. The boy to my right has black hair and wears glasses; he pays almost no attention to the teacher, though he still answers every question correctly when asked. His eyes are the color of coal, though they have a strange fog-like feeling to them. Like he's purposefully being mysterious. He continues to write in a notebook, though I can't see what he's writing. Perhaps he is like me, and writes everything.
The boy to my left is blond with blue—no, purple—eyes. He seems to have an…eccentric personality. He seems sweet, though. His eyes are honest.
Judging from what little conversation we've been permitted to have in class, he and the black-haired boy are friends. I don't see why—they're complete opposites.
Many of the girls openly admire them both.
Yuki sighs, looking around the room for a moment. She notices a few looks from her classmates—the blond boy seems to look at her the most, with curiosity. Others look at her with a wide range of emotions; there's curiosity, excitement, jealousy, hatred (Yuki assumes these last two are because of where she's sitting, not who she is).
This is going to be a long year.
Hey guys! This is my new story! I haven't decided what pairing it will be-someone with an OC.
After you guys get to know Yuki (the OC) i hope you'll give me an idea of who she should be with.
Happy reading! Review!
Anya