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First Day

The blond shuffled through the crowd of students, trying to get to class as soon as possible. He wore a simple orange shirt and white shorts. His bookbag was slung over his right shoulder, and he carried a notebook and some scattered papers in his hands. He was struggling not to drop the loose pieces of paper. They were his stories. His life. He began running as the crowd thinned. He didn't even care to look where he was going. That's where he made his mistake.

CRASH!

He ran smack into someone. The papers flew everywhere. People snickered, kicking and stomping the papers that flew within their range. The blond sniffled slightly, and began picking up what had survived: his notebook, his bookbag, and a few of the loose sheets of paper. He looked at the person he had run into. It was a girl with black hair and beautiful blue eyes. She picked up one of the papers, and shyly handed it to him. He slightly blushed, and began hastening in getting up. He rushed past her, not even glancing back. He found his classroom, and slowly walked to his seat in the bottom left corner. The classroom walls were the standard color of a classroom. It had a green board for "chalking" on, and the teacher's desk in front, as usual. The whole class but the blond chattered excitedly, asking the person next to them what they did over the weekend and vice versa. The teacher walked in, a man by the name of Mr. Xehanort.

"Alright, class, settle down," he said in a commanding and powerful voice.

Mr. Xehanort was a tall man in stature, and wore a black jacket over a white shirt. He had baggy pants a shady gray.

"I know you are excited about a new school week after Halloween break, but us teachers will not be lenient, just as before," he said, yellow-orange eyes darting around the room.

The blond shrunk into his desk when Mr. Xehanort's eyes fell upon him.

"Class, we will be changing seats," he said, not taking his eyes off him.

The whole class exclaimed in protest.

"There is a new student joining us as of the rest of the year," the teacher said.

He held his hand out to the door. "You may come in," Mr. Xehanort said.

Slow footsteps echoed from the hallway. In stepped a girl. The blond was shocked to realize that it was the same girl he had crashed into earlier.

"This is Xion," Mr. Xehanort said.

He held up a seating chart. He began reorganizing the class to match the chart.

"Roxas, you will be sitting next to Xion," he finally said.

The blond gulped, and worked his way down to his new seat, trying to avoid tripping feet along the way.

Roxas sat, and looked around. In front of him was Lea, a spiky red haired jerk. Behind him was a slightly chubby boy with black hair that stuck up because of a headband. Pence.

Next to Lea was his best friend Isa, and next to Pence was his best friend, Hayner.

Roxas sighed, and focused on the board, trying hard not to look at Xion. She appeared to not want to look at him either. Finally, Mr. Xehanort said that they would have to introduce themselves to the people around them. Lea and Isa didn't even turn, but Xion turned to Roxas.

"Hi..." she muttered, a bit pink in the face.

Roxas grinned half-heartedly. "Hello to you too..."

He heard Hayner snicker. Roxas looked at the floor, and took out his notebook. He began to write.

Saxor began running, faster, faster, until he couldn't run anymore. He was on a beach's shore. He was finally away. Away from her. He collapsed onto the sand from exhaustion.

"Finally..." he said.

But he wasn't happy. All his life, everytime, he ran away. He had lost track of all the times. He had run away from his feelings. His love. His sadness. His anger. Always running. Always hiding. And he had done it again. She didn't love him back. He pounded the sand in anger.

Then the notebook was snatched out of his hands.

"What's this?" Lea asked, examining his writings.

Roxas reached for it, but to no avail. Lea held it back further.

"I wasn't done yet," he said obnoxiously. Isa chuckled.

Roxas poked Lea in the armpit, causing the redhead to recoil his arm. Roxas snatched the notebook back, and stowed it away hastily. He noticed Xion looking at it curiously.

"I-It's n-nothing," he stammered, trying to focus on Mr. Xehanort and not his pink face.

She smiled at him. Roxas noticed it out of the corner of his eye, and looked at the floor in embarrassment.

"Um, you're really pretty when you smile..." he muttered under his breath.

"Roxas! Stop flirting and talk with the other people around you!" Mr. Xehanort shouted.

"Y-Yes sir!" Roxas said back, jolting up.

This earned a giggle from the class. He looked to his left. There was Kairi, pointing at him with her left hand, and covering her mouth with the other. Roxas could tell she was just laughing at him. His brother (or rather, "original" persona) Ventus also stifled a laugh. They were laughing because he admitted he was flirting. Like he knew how to do that. He failed pretty much with every girl he had ever liked. That's why he wrote romance stories. To give a chance to his characters, correct his mistakes through them. But he never showed his writings. Only to his family. The bell rang, and Roxas walked out the door, hanging his head low.

"Hey, man, what's wrong?" Ven asked him, arm around Roxas's shoulders.

"Nothing..." he muttered.

"Xion, I'm guessing?"

Roxas sighed. "She's so beautiful..."

"That's an understatement, Roxas. She is f*cking hot!"

"Well, for me, beautiful and hot are two different things," Roxas snapped back, running off.

After School

Roxas had finished his homework, and was know continuing his story.

Saxor saw something in the distance. A figure. It was hard to see, but the voice was recognizable.

"I thought you'd be here," it said.

"Of course you did. We're best friends, Sentuv," Saxor said, staring at the now setting sun.

"Yo, Roxas!" he heard Ven's voice from upstairs.

"What!?" he shouted.

"I can see someone up here! You gotta check it out!"

Roxas worked his way up the stairs, and Ven pulled him to the circular window.

"Lookie who it is, bro," he said, and Roxas's eyes widened.

"Xion?"

"Dude, it must be fate! Go get her! But be nonchalent. Don't want her to think you're a weirdo, now, would ya?"