I wake with a start. Where am I?! I bolt upwards, scanning the area. I'm in a... a school? There are teenagers everywhere, under trees and on benches, huddled together and gossiping, or wandering, lost and alone, a reject. How did I get here? This isn't my school. This isn't even my hometown! My heart pounding, I look around frantically, looking for somebody, something to tell me who I am.
I reach in my pockets, grabbing at the first thing that I can find. A wallet. It's empty, except for one thing at the back. Is it a receipt, or a business card? I pull it out. It's a playing card. It seems... familiar. My memory comes rushing back as if jogged by this one small, printed piece of paper.

I look over. Four girls, four strangers lie next to me. Oh my God, I think to myself, What happened last night?! I take a closer look. One is actually asleep, snoring softly, with a contented look on her face. The other three are VERY much awake. One girl is crying, tears streaming from her hazel eyes, and falling in to her bushy, blonde shoulder-length hair. Another girl, with short blonde hair, appears calm, but grips on to her big black backpack, emblazoned with the words 'Death Note' as if she could never let go. She bends over the third girl, a small brunette, whose long hair flows down her back, stopping just above her waist. A pained look spreads across her face, and I can tell she is strggling to breathe
"Excuse me, are you guys okay?" I ask, though it's pretty obvious they're not. The crying blonde girl attempts to speak, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she bursts into a fresh flood of tears. I hand her a tissue I conveniantly found in my pocket and the other blonde speaks. "No, s-she can't breathe! She's having an asthma attack!" She says, panicking. I rush over. "I'll try to calm her down. You, see if she has an inhaler anywhere!" I bark, suddenly gaining a sense of authority. I soothe the hyperventilating girl, and Backpack Girl finds her inhaler. Eventually, her breathing regulates, and she sits up.
"Okay," She gasps. "Does anybody know where the hell we are?!" Everybody shakes their heads... well except for the sleeping girl. "Well," I sigh. "Looks like she's our last hope."

It takes us ages to wake her up. We shake her. No response. We yell at her. Nothing. We slap, kick, throw things at her. She doesn't even stir. "Hold on!" Exclaims Backpack Girl. "I might have something in my bag!" We watch as she pulls a million different things from her bag. A soft toy dog, a figurine, a red notepad and... a water bottle!
I snatch it from her, twisting off the lid as fast as I can, and pour it over her head. She begins to cough, and her eyes flutter open. "Hey!" She laughs. "What was that for? Where are we, by the way?"
"Well, we were hoping you knew..." Starts Asthmatic Girl, trailing off.
"Nope, not a scooby. Wow, did I just say that out loud?" Says Sleeping Girl, aloud.

"Do you guys remember your names? I do." I inquire, so I don't have to nickname them anymore.
"Yeah, I do. I seemed to remember it when I touched this scarf. I'm Rika." Smile Sleeping Girl and I notice the long, whit scrf wrapped around her neck.
"Yeah, I've remembered it the whole time. Kiyoko, nice to meet'cha." Says Backpack Girl.
"Yeah. I'm Aiko." Says Asthmatic Girl, happily.
"Oh, uh, I'm Setsuko." Sniffs Crying Girl.
"Tomoyo" I shake hands with them all. "So, we go check out the school? I guess we go here now." Everyone nods.

We wander the hallways, looking for a teacher. Suddenly, I hear a shout from behind me. "Hey!" It's Rika. She's pointing at a sign. 'Principal's Office' It reads. Excellent. I knock. No response. Cautiously, I push open the door. Empty. Huh. "It doesn't look like anyone has been here in a long time!" I remark. A thick layer of dust has settled over everything in the room. "I guess we should look for something that tells us where we are." Says Kiyoko. I agree. We all search through the cupboards. Suddenly, my hand brushes fabric. I pull. A... blazer? I frown, not recognising the logo. "What've you found, Tomoyo?" Inquires Setsuko.
"A blazer. But I don't recognise the logo." I reply. Something falls out of the pocket. A small, dusty white box. When I open it, a small white beret and a book tumble out. The book is labelled 'Yuri's Diary'. I pick the beret and the whole room flashes before me...

I can see a room... This room! It looks newer, and all the dust is gone. People are everywhere, leaning against walls, sitting down, one girls stands in the shadows. But I am drawn to a boy and a girl. She stands before him, hand outstretched. The sun bounces off her deep pink hair, which is decorated with that same, white beret. He takes her hand, shaking it.
"Welcome to The Not Yet Dead Battlefront!" She smiles, though the look in her huge green eyes makes her look deadly serious, determined...