As the sun gives light to the huge mansions at the 37th Street, one may wonder how a busy street like that could maintain the quiet and almost unhurried pace of life. The gates start to open when the kids to the Genesis Academy, the only school within the street which is at the end of the almost endless street. To an outsider, they may all look the same – snob, rich and beautiful – but to those who would look closely, it's something beyond that.
At the other end of the street where the houses are the biggest and the people are richest, two of the largest gates opened almost at the same time. One with more traditional look with which an "A" was formed when closed while the other one is inexplicably dominating yet elegant in its own stature. A luxurious car went out. For no one would give the other the privilege to go last, the two cars occupy the two lanes. It is almost expected by the society at them. And no one dares to stand before them.
Cagalli looked up from the book she was reading and looked at her left where she could see through her window her blue-haired neighbor, the Athrun Zala, at the backseat of his own car, reading. The guy was handsome and was almost all the girls in their school were after. If their families were just not deemed to be the richest in the world, she could call them cheap the way they were throwing themselves at him. It's almost admirable how he turns them down without offending any of them. Too bad they're not friends; they're not even acquainted considering they just live right at each other's house. We can thank their fathers about the cold disposition of these two towards each other. They don't only have the different principles; they also own the chains of companies which rival each other. She did not hear her father forbid her to ever befriend the Zalas but their household staff were always careful not to let her get near the Zalas though only Cagalli knows how many times she tried just to break the wall between the two families.
The cars stopped in front of the castle-like Genesis Academy, Cagalli immediately stepped out of the car before her driver could even open his door while Athrun waited for his driver to open the door for him like a true aristocrat. Cagalli ran to her class while Athrun walked through the corridors with finesse. When Athrun opened got to the class, Cagalli was already furiously taking down notes of their Political Science class and the teacher was calling the names for the attendance. He smirked.
Cagalli has always been like that. She is almost anti-social and she has full of passion that only few people get to see. He was lucky to be one of those. She has full of aspirations and has lots of hope for everything she cares. But it seems that all those would just be buried, scripted at the sides of her notes and be gone after the school ends. It was always like that, they live in the same world yet they're not.
"Zala," the teacher called.
"Here," and Cagalli looked up, only meeting his gaze.