Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side - Habataki M High

by Natnarf01

Ever wanted to attend in cool schools such as Habataki Academy and Monster High? That would be the best dream high school ever. What if...the two schools were to merge into one? Mira was given the opportunity to attend a private night school, for free. What she doesn't know that it was not a normal Japanese school. Will be able to survive as a student...or become a victim?...

1. Introduction

Disclaimer: Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side series are properties of Konami.

Comments From the Author:

Since my "Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side - Miracle" has just reached a hundred views, I've decided to release this one just for fun. I've recently been addicted to listening to Disney Halloween musics, as well as listening to Monster High's opening theme music. I haven't actually watched the episodes, but the characters used in Monster High were pretty interesting. With my brain running on a hamster wheel, I thought I'd give it a try by turning the characters from the original "TMGS1" into different kinds of creatures. But just like from the Monster High Music video, I've decided that the main protagonist would remain as a Human. After all, wouldn't it be cool to attend a Monster high school yourself?

I haven't abandoned the other story, I will continue to write it as well as this one. I'll be posting a new chapter to this new story, only if I receive every one hundred views on the other one. Don't rush the views though, I still have a 19month old daughter to take care of!

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'Wait!'

'Why!? Why did this have to happen!?'

'Don't! It's too high!'

'There's no point in living by myself anymore.'

'NOOO! DON'T!'

~Intro~

It's just after lunch and I'm here in my room rechecking my luggage and bags. I'll be moving into my high school's dormitories today. The high school that I'll be studying in is a a night school, so that means that I will start my classes in school later on in the evening and there's more time to rest while I unpack. My family are going to move to another city due to my father's job, so it will be quite far and costly if I were to travel to school everyday on public transport.

I closed the zipper of my last bag when my mother came into my room.

"Have you packed everything you'll be needing?" she said with a sad smile.

"Yes, Ma." I looked at her reassuringly. "Don't tell me you're gonna cry again?"

"What do you want me to do? If only we didn't have to move houses I could always watch over you as you grow up." She starts tearing up.

"Ma." I wipe her tears with my thumb. "I'll be fine. It's not like we're never gonna see each other again."

"I can't help it!" My mother embraces me with all her strength. I could feel every muscle on her arm.

"M-m-ma!" I barely spoke.

"Oops. Sorry." She finally let go of me. "A mother can get very emotional."

"Even if she's a professional workout trainer. Cough Cough!" I coughed for air.

"At least I'm still healthy. C'mon, I'll help carry your luggage down." She took the luggage with wheels and carried it over her shoulder as if it was just a piece of drift wood.

I took one last look at my room, filled with boxes and half opened empty drawers and cabinets, old wallpapers taken down, my carpet rolled up and pushed against to the wall, and my old bed with only a naked mattress left. I spend my entire life here in this room since it was first turned into my first nursery room. I carried my bags in my hands and my violin case on my shoulder and walked out of my room.

I stepped out of my house, and turned around to face it once more, absorbing its structure and shape into my memories, as this will be the last time that I will ever get to see it again. I turn to face the taxi that was waiting in front of my house, I walked over to the back and opened the trunk. I placed my bags and luggage inside, only the violin stays in my hands. You may never know if my bags will crush it. I closed the lid of the trunk and was about to open the door to the back seat when I see my mother running out of the house.

"Wait...I..forgot...to...give you...something...haa..." she exhaled hard half crouching with her hands on her knees.

"What is it, Ma?" I stood by the door.

"Here." She panted. "Hold out your hands."

She lifted her right hand and dropped something into my hands. I looked at it and see a beautiful Morganite attached to a black cord.

"I thought you'd never take it off."

It was my father's family's most treasured heirloom. The Morganite, is a gemstone that was first discovered in Pala, California in the first decade of the twentieth century, it's also known as a Pink Beryl. This was supposed to be handed down from generation to generation to the girls from my father's side, but no one was ever able to produce a girl. So they decided that the necklace would be given to every first son in the family until someone would finally be able to produce a girl, and she would automatically inherit it. My father wasn't supposed to have the necklace since he is the second eldest in the family, but when he married my mother and had me, the whole family of my father's side rejoiced and gave him the necklace to keep. Although he was supposed to be the one to keep it, he was afraid of losing it since he does tend to be forgetful at times, so he gave it to my mother to hold on to it for awhile. It was up to her to decide when to give me. I'm still not sure why it has to be handed down to a girl, but for sure, it is sitting in my hands at this very moment.

"I'd only take it off when I think it is the right time to pass it on to my daughter." She said. "Promise that you won't lose your father's family heirloom."

"Sure, I promise." I wore the necklace through, its gem just hiding inside my shirt.

"Now then I can be reassured." She said.

"BYE NOW! WE WON'T MISS YOU!" a voice shouted from behind my mother.

We both turned to look to the owner and saw that it was just my annoying brother. He was waving with one arm in the air, the other was pulling down his skin under his eye with sticking out his tongue.

"TSUKUSHI! GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM THE HOUSE THIS INSTANT!" My mother shouted.

"I HOPE THAT YOU FAIL EVERY YEAR SO THAT YOU WON'T GRADUATE AND COME BACK TO US!" He said and ran back inside.

"Ugh, I swear I'll fall down the stairs in my dormitory today." I dropped my shoulders.

"Don't mind him, I'll just make sure that I sell off his GAMING CONSOLES while we are SORTING out our boxes when we get to our NEW HOUSE!" My mother purposely spoke out loud for Tsukushi to hear.

"I gotta go, Ma. The driver's waiting."

"Take care. Call me when you get to your room, alright?"

She hugs me one last time and I hopped inside and closed the door.

"Where to, miss?" The driver asked.

"To Habataki M. High, please."

Tsukushi will be studying middle school in the new city, I'm not sure of the name, but I do remember my parents saying that it was the only public school in the area that didn't have ridiculous school fees. The school fees from the High schools and Universities there are so high that I think only Billionaires could afford sending their kids there, my father's savings account would instantly make the entire earth split in half if I ever did study there.

Habataki M. High wasn't really my first choice, but we really couldn't afford to send me to an expensive school. A couple of years ago while I was still in middle school, my mother was still working as a personal trainer when I heard that she had volunteered to help a certain patient in a hospital. I heard that he wasn't in good shape, he was so thin that there was almost no fat or muscle left in him, it's like he was literally sucked up dry leaving only his bones and skin behind. He was on the brick of death and was in desperate need of help in regaining his health back. Almost all the doctors who have attended to him said that there was no hope and he wouldn't make it.

But my mother was able to help him recover despite her lack of knowledge in medicine and stuff like that, she had become his nutritionist and personal workout trainer, and in no time he had regained his appetite and ate plenty, when he had regained his strength and energy he exercised regularly, and he even worked out regularly until he had large bulging muscles like a body of a fighting wrestler. He wanted to thank my mother and tried to pay her by giving her a house and lot, but she refused it as she had only volunteered to save him. He then asked her if she had any kids, and she said she had two, one in middle school and the other in kindergarten. He then gave her his name card, saying to call him if she would have any financial problems one day.

When I finally finished middle school, my grandma, my father's mother, had suddenly passed away, and my grandpa had no one to look after him since he has a terrible illness from a young age. He was admitted to the hospital to stay in for awhile, which is in the city where my family will be moving to. The doctor said that my grandpa shouldn't stay in the hospital any longer and need to be taken care by someone, but he also needs to stay somewhere near the hospital so that he could come back and have regular check ups.

My father told about it to his boss and asked permission to move his working station in the city near the hospital, it was granted. The next problem was to find schools for me and Tsukushi to transfer to. My mother was successful at finding a school for Tsukushi first, so she enrolled him right away. Then it was finding a high school for me, and that's when problems emerged. My grandpa had suddenly collapsed and was sent to hospital, he had undergone operation and it was a success, but the payment for the operation was so expensive. My dad had asked for his one month advance salary, but it wasn't enough, and it was then that I told my parents to use the money for my enrollment for the operation fee.

It was two weeks before the start of school season and my mother still hasn't had any luck in finding a low cost public high school. No one has called for her service and my dad couldn't get his salary until the next month. It was almost decided that I would have to study next year when she went through one of her folders and found the name card of that man, it was then that my mother had decided call for the man's help. A few days later she had received a large letter, it that contained only one large piece of paper: a full three-year scholarship in Habataki M. High. It had written that the scholarship included fees for food and lodging, school uniforms and necessities, and monthly allowance of 200 Rich.

Who would've guessed that I would still get to study for free, when all of the sudden misfortunes had almost brought my education to a stand still?

The taxi stopped in front of a pavement by a brick wall.

"Don't worry about the fare, miss. Your mother had already paid me earlier."

The driver said and got out to help me take out my things in the trunk.

"Thank you very much." I bowed.

"Take good care of yourself, miss. It's going to be hard being away from home for the first few days, but I'm sure that you'll be fine with an attitude like yours, all cheerful and positive." He said and sat back in his taxi and drove away.

As I enter the school grounds with my luggage and bags in my hands, I wandered around for a little bit. The ground look rough, the grass on the football field haven't been mowed for quite a while, the skies are filled with dark clouds, the winds are blowing every now and then, the trees are somewhat old and their shadows casting over seem very frightening. Last but not the least, the main building of the school look old and the paint on the walls are peeling off. The sign board above the entrance was barely hanging, which reads 'Habataki M. High.' I still don't know what the 'M' stand for, neither does my mother. I walked further inside the school grounds despite the heaviness of my belongings, passing by the crumpling bricks along the side of the wall of the school, and the shadows seem gloomier than the front entrance. I finally stopped at the shadow of a tall building, an old abandoned tower from a long time ago. I had seen this tower a few days ago, my mother had finished talking with the vice principal about my enrollment and we decided to roam around the campus when we came across this tower.

"This tower, it holds a sad story. I often heard about its story amongst my neighbors when I was around your age." She said.

"What kind of sad story?"

"It's about a young couple. They were deeply in love with each other. I'm not sure of what time period are they from, but at that time there were many boundaries in regards to courtship. The girl's father was not strict unlike any of the other fathers that were concerned with their daughters. He let the young couple love each other, just as long as the young man promised to protect his daughter.

"One day, a few months before the young couple's wedding, a terrible tragedy had befallen onto them. The girl had deeply fallen ill, no one knew how she got sick or where she got it from. The father tried everything, he called in many doctors, of different field from different regions, but not one was able to find a cure for his daughter. He had no choice but to put her up in the tower in the north part of the castle household, in order to avoid having his daughter getting even more sick or spreading it to others living among the household.

"It had been weeks since the young man had seen nor heard from the girl ever since the engagement arrangement, he was getting worried. He couldn't stay put any longer and decided to go visit her. He asked the girl's father if he could see her, but the father told him not to go near her until the actual day of the engagement arrived. The young man tried to reason with him, but he was still denied. One time, while the young man was on his way to the front door to try and reconvene with the father, he overheard some of the household maids that the girl was held up in the north tower.

"That night, he tried to sneak into the tower by climbing up the vines that surrounded the tower and the bricks that were sticking out from the tower's sides. It was a very tall tower, but he was determined to see her, even if it meant getting cuts and bruises. He finally reached to the edge of the opened window and climbed in. His face went pale as the moon in the sky, as he rushed over to the bed in the middle of the dark room. No one knew exactly what happened next, but it was said that the girl had whispered something to him as he tried to talked to him. Perhaps he also tried to give her a kiss, we do not know.

"According to the girl's father, he felt something was wrong and rushed to the tower where his daughter was. As he opened the door he saw the young man standing by the bed, staring at the girl. The father then turned to his daughter, her arm had slipped out off the blankets, showing no sign of movement. The young man looked as if he was in shock that he ran and jumped out from the window, the father panicked and rushed over to the window, worried that he might've died during the fall. He called for his men to search for the body of the young man, but neither his body or any signs of his blood was ever found."

She finished the story as she was staring at the tower, as if reminiscing something because her eyes were so distant. Then she turned to look at me and smiled.

"Whatever did happen to the girl though?" I asked curiously.

"Some said that she died on the bed, others say that she was killed by the young man himself. No one knows for sure what truly happened." She turned back to face the old tower. "But they say that the father would always go up to the tower and sit on the bed of where his daughter once laid in, waiting, hoping that the young man would one day show himself once again. Maybe he had something to say, or he wanted to show something to the young man that the girl might've left behind."

I, now, am also standing at the foot of the tower, do hope that the young couple had found a way to see each other. Maybe then the gloomy feeling that resides in those dark clouds that hangs over tower would one day dissolve.

I walked through a gate just beyond the old tower, where the dormitories were located. I last remembered only two buildings being there, but when I reached the area I saw that there were three. Maybe at that time I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings. The only question now is, which building should I be entering in? I took out a piece of paper from my wallet and checked it, which had been written by the vice principal, but it had only been written in a short line.

"GRoom 1-004." I read . I dropped my shoulders. "Now what?"

"Excuse me."

I turned to the sound of the voice from behind me. It was a teenage boy, probably a sophomore student. His face was fair, just like a doll's or a mannequin. He is just a bit taller than me, and his clothes fitted his firm physique, the clothes themselves looked very expensive too. His hair was styled really well, I wonder if he is using hair wax or clay.

"Ah, sorry." I gave a quick bow. "I must be blocking your way to the dorm."

"Not really." He said with a calm expression. "...You new?"

"Y-yes. Oh, Do you happen to know where this room is supposed to be in?" I showed him the paper.

"GRoom 1-004...it's that dormitory over there, on the purple side." He pointed towards the large building on my far right, which was painted green on the left side and purple on the right side of the building.

"Oh. Thank you very much."

"But you'll have to ask on which floor is your room on. I'm not sure if my dorm building structure's the same as yours, but in my dorm it has about five floors, and it has about 60 rooms. It's the green side of your building "

"Oh, I see. Are the buildings divided into years or something?"

"...No. If the room is vacant, you just take it. "

"Oh, okay. Thank you very much, sempai." I gave a deep bow.

"No need for formalities, I'm in the same year as you." He said.

"Oh, really? Sorry."

"Well then, I have to go back to my room." He walks off towards to the dorm, at a quick but graceful pace.

"Ah! I forgot to ask his name. Oh well, I could always see him around the school."

I entered the to the building and saw a map of the building on the entrance wall. It had an odd structure and the room numbers were assorted throughout the building. At first I panicked and was worried if my room would be on the top floor since the the building had no elevator, then I saw my room number just on the left side of the picture, just on the second floor. The odd thing about it was the stairs in this building didn't seem to connect to that room, but as if my room was actually separated from the building and it was in fact in a smaller building standing beside it. I decided to walk around the building to see if my logic was correct, and true enough I finally saw my building. It wasn't exactly a second building, but a small cottage, painted with different shades of purple, from the tiles on the roof to the planks on the steps. There was even a chimney, a veranda and a small mailbox stand just at the foot of the steps. As I walked towards the steps I could see the flag on the mailbox raised up. I went up the stairs and placed my bags and luggage on the floor of the veranda, still carrying the violin case on my back I went back down and opened the mail box. Inside was a small white squared envelope, with no name written on it. It also had something small bulging inside. I opened it and took out a piece of paper.

'Hope that everything in this cottage meets your needs.

P.S. Please wear the brooch at all times,

whether in or out of school campus.'

I couldn't see any name written or signed on it, not even on the envelope. I then took out the remaining contents inside the envelope: a key and a small brooch. The key was just like any ordinary key, and it probably for the cottage's front door. The brooch was different, it had a design of a small white winged butterfly covered in diamonds. It sparkled so brightly, no matter how you looked at it, there wasn't a single diamond that didn't shine. I attached it to the collar of my blouse and went up the stairs and entered the cottage with the key in hand.

I was dumbfounded the moment I opened the door and looked inside. The walls was painted in a sun setting color, just above were wood ceiling panels that met up like a triangle. On the left side of the room was an old fireplace that had a fire going inside, and just surrounding the fireplace was a large rug sitting squarely on the floor, a pair of red comfy looking armchairs facing slightly sideways from the fireplace, and a glass coffee table in between them. On the right side was a small window on the opposite wall, just under it was a small sink, and on the far end of the sink where the wall is was a small personal refrigerator. Under the sink was a small cabinet, I opened the doors to find some plates and cups, as well as a few eating utensils. Facing in front of the sink by the wall was a small wooden dining table and a pair of chairs, there was even a tall wooden display cabinet just on the opposite wall next to the entrance, just like those ones you'd see in most Victorian movies. Maybe I could display a few of my pictures and trophies I've got in my bags.

Just beside the display cabinet was a door, but I went to try and open it I found there wasn't a handle, only a hole This could be one of those unique door handles that requires you to find a door knob, and put it in the hole acting like a key that locks and opens the room. I looked around the floor, then turned towards the display cabinet, and fair enough I found it through the glass, sitting inside on one of the shelves.

"This is like treasure hunting. How cute." I said.

I took the door knob and put it into the hole in the door. I open the door outwards and found myself in a bedroom. There was a bed by the wall in front of me and a small window with a ledge. I could put my alarm clock here then. At the foot of the bed was a study desk, along with a modern table lamp. Just on the opposite was a large wooden wardrobe, the handles were bronze. At the end of the room was another door, this time it was wide opened and I could just make out a toilet bowl from the inside.

I guess that's my bathroom. I took off my violin case and placed on the bed. I feel like this is a cottage from the story Snow White, only this one was only for me, no dwarfs.

"Alright, it's time to unpack! Oh, I'd better call her first."

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I had just finished organizing my bag for classes. I decided to unpack the rest of my stuff later after classes were done, I was probably too excited to go to class than to feel at home in a cottage. I went inside the bathroom again to check on my appearance since it is the only place in the cottage with a mirror. The school's choice of uniform was somewhat...unique. It was the only one that I know that this kind of style. It was a black asymmetrical dress with ¾ length sleeves and asymmetrical collar, along. The bottom hemline of the dress is also cut in an asymmetrical design, meaning the back part of the dress is longer than the front. The material is made out of polyester satin spandex, written on the tag. It was done double layered so that the outline of any undergarment wouldn't be able to show. I personally like this dress, it wasn't too tight or hot. My mother even liked it so much that she bought about 6 of them, and she kept one for herself. I put the brooch just on the pointed edge of my collar, then arranged my hair to hide the brooch. I went back to the bedroom and wore on my watch and black wedged shoes. I decided not to lock the bedroom door and left the door knob on the window ledge above my bed. I carried my bag in one hand, closed all the curtains that I hung up with the other hand, and went out the front door and locked the door.

As I walked along the dormitories', students were coming out of their room and down the stairs, all walking in the same direction towards the main school building. Some of the girl students from the girls' dormitories passed by me, I caught a glimpse at some of their faces: some had splendid beautiful hair of different volume and texture, fine skin color, and their eyes were like pearls that shined even without light. With their uniforms on, they looked like candidates for a beauty pageant.

We all gathered on the first floor in the main hall, sitting according to year. The seats for the first years' were in the middle, I sat on the last chair of the first row and placed my bag on my lap. It took a while until everyone got a seat and calmed down. The Welcome ceremony went smoothly, even though I couldn't actually see the faces of the people going on and off the stage clearly. Then it was the Principal's turn to go onto the stage. Everyone clapped their hands, welcoming him. He only raised his hand and the main hall fell to an immediate silence.

"Okay, everyone. Now that all of you have gathered here in this hall. I would like to thank the students and teachers who have contributed to the preparation of organizing the Welcome Ceremony. Let's give them a round of applause."

Everyone clapped, then died immediately at the sight of his raised hand.

"To all the first years, starting today you are a student of this high school. Devoting yourself to studying or sports is great, but don't forget that this is also the time to spend your youth and experience many things. To the rest of the students, be sure to make many friends along the way, absorb as much knowledge and gain more wisdom, run as fast as your feet can take you, but do not forget the most important rule that holds us all, and that is to 'treat everyone as equal beings', no matter who or what you are, or where you come from. Thank you."

The Principal continued to make more speeches and the Welcome Ceremony finished at 7:30pm. Right away, everyone started to look for their respective classrooms. The first years' were on the second floor, and there were four classrooms: H, B, T, and K. I was assigned to class 1B. I'm not sure how the classes are categorized, but as long as I have a room to go to I didn't mind.

"Ahh! Look Out!"

I had a misfortune of getting hit from behind while walking along the corridor, and fell hard on my rear end. I think my butt is sore now.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry! Here." I looked up to see a hand being offered.

"Okay."

I took a hold of the hand and was pulled up. I patted my dress and got my bag on the floor.

"I'm sorry for running into you. Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, I'm fine. How about you? Did you get injured?"

"I'm alright...just hurt my tail a bit." She said.

Maybe she meant that she hurt her rear end.

"Why were you running anyway?" I asked her.

"Oh, I thought I saw a rat and I was chasing it. I guess I need more practice." She said timidly.

"Uh...I'm sure you'll be able to get it."

I think.

She was just a bit shorter than me, her hair a little shaggy which made her look cute.

"I'm sorry. How rude of me. My name is Konno Tamami." She held out her hand.

"I'm Mira, Kiel Mira." and I shook hands with her.

"There! The uniform fits perfectly on her!"

We turned to hear another voice from behind me. Two girls were approaching us: one had blonde hair with obvious hair treatments being done on, her eyes had mascara drawn on the outline like an Egyptian's; and the other was a red head, who had rosy cheeks and had her hair tied in braided pigtails. I always wondered why they were called pigtails.

"See? She has the perfect fit among us first years. The uniform fits her curves and physique, even her arms are slender, the wedged shoes make her seem taller and more feminine. I like it!" The red one said.

"Oui, tres magnifique. But I still think that I am more fitted in our uniform after we turn. Still, I do like the color of your hair. It's very radiant, one of the best hair characteristics of Asian creatures." The blonde one said as she combed through my hair with her fingers.

"Um...thank you?" I raised a brow.

"Huh? Is that all you're gonna say? I've given you one of my most brilliant comments, and 'thank you?' is all I get? Do you not know who I am?"

"Um...we all just enrolled here, right? So it's just natural that I really do not know who you are." I said humbly.

"Oh, I get it. You must want to pick a fight with me, non?" She raised her hands and opened her mouth as if she's an angry cat showing her fangs.

"I think she's a new student, Mizuki." Tamami interjected. "Did you not study in our school's middle school, which is also a night school?"

"Oh no, I used to study in a morning school a little far from here." I shook my head lightly.

"Oh, I see. That makes sense." Mizuki placed her hands on her waist. "I'll let it off this time."

"That's really brave of you, studying in a morning schools." Tamami said.

Um...isn't it a normal thing to study in a day-time school?

"Oh, right, silly me." The red one places a hand over her chest. "I'm Fujii Natsumi, and this here is Sudo Mizuki"

"That's THE famous MIZUKI to you, Natsumi." She stated.

"It's nice to meet you both, I'm Mira, Kiel Mira."

"Hey, you three over there! You should all be inside your designated classrooms by now."

A short haired girl with glasses walks over to us. She also wore a 'Prefect' sash over her shoulders.

"I'd suggest you get inside, it's almost time for the Turning Chime." she said strictly.

"Yeah, yeah. We get it, Shiho." Natsumi said annoyingly.

"We don't want to have our little miss 'Perfect' chasing us around trying to eat us alive." Mizuki followed.

"It's 'Prefect' to you, Sudo Mizuki and Fujii Natsumi. And I'm a vegetarian if you have forgotten." Shiho said. "Konno Tamami, I can see a few hairs coming out of your neck already."

"Huh?" she touches the back of her neck. "Oh no! I gotta go!" she crouches over and starts running on all fours like a cat.

I looked at the reactions of the other three as we watched her run, and apparently, they didn't react at all. Is this normal for them? Maybe I'm just overreacting.

"I guess she still hasn't been able to fully control her inner form yet. Oh well." Natsumi said. "We'll be going, Mira."

"See you later, Mira! Adieu!" Mizuki waved and left with Natsumi.

Uh...When have we been on first name basis?

"Excuse me, are you perhaps a new transfer student?" Shiho asked. "Never seen you before."

"Oh, yes. Yes, I am. I just moved in today." I said.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Mira, Kiel Mira." I bowed.

"You don't have to be so formal. I'm also in the same year as you are. I'm Shiho Arisawa."

"It's nice to meet you, Arisawa-san."

"Arisawa-san?" She blinked. "I guess you got too influenced with the local culture."

"Huh? But aren't students in all Japanese school's supposed to greet each other this way?"

"It's true that we're in Japan, but this school is meant to act like an International school, that's why everyone here calls each other by their first names."

"Oh, I see." I was taken back.

"Now, get into your classroom. I still have to go around and make sure that everyone is not late or escaping." She nods and walks away. "You lot over there!" She shouted at another direction.

I continued my classroom search and finally found the room. I walked in to find most of the seats in the back and sides were already taken, judging by the bags left on the tables and some of the students sitting on top of the desks and in their chairs. There were six rows of seats vertically and five rows of seats horizontally, and the only seats left available were the first two row's three middle seats. I hurriedly went and took the second row's middle seat. I placed my bag on the table and began to look for my pencil case and notebook.

"You took the seat first, eh?" A voice said to my right side. "That's too bad for me then."

"Um, is there a problem?" I asked.

"Not really. I usually get that seat position every year when I was still in middle school, but hey, it's cool. You can have it, I'll just sit here instead." and he takes the seat on my right.

I closed my bag and hooked it on the side of the desk.

"By the way, I'm Dan Van Dyke. I was born in Paris but was transferred here at the start of middle school." He held out his hand.

"I'm Mira, Kiel Mira." I shook his hand.

"You don't seem to be Japanese, are you also a foreign exchange student?"

"Oh no, I'm half Japanese and Filipino. I used to study in another school in this district, but I was given an opportunity to study here."

"Ah, cool. A mixed breed. I wonder what kind of being will you turn into?"

"Huh?" I was confused.

The door then suddenly slides open.

"Alright everyone, back to your seats!" Someone shouted as he walked into the room and shuts the door.

Everyone scrambles quickly to put their seats back in order and remain quiet. As if to give a sense of momentum he walks towards the teacher's desk, that was set dead center in the front of the room, as if he was leading a death march, while having to hear each of his steps crisp and clear. He had only a single folder on one hand, and on the other is what I believe is to be a baton, for conducting an ensemble of musicians as I could see a bit of the wood in where his grip was. He had silver hair and wore glasses, and he was dressed in a white collared shirt, a blood red colored tie, a pair of white gloves, had a long black trench coat with only the first button closed, and black trousers. The trench coat seems to act like a cape as his arms weren't in the sleeves.

"Good morning. I'm your homeroom teacher, Himuro Reiichi. Some of you may have had me during your years in middle school, but just in case you forgot and for those who are new here, this is my only expectation: my students are to keep up with very high standards and must focus on studying. That's all. Any questions?"

"Sir! Do you have a girlfriend?" someone in the back asked.

"I just told you, you must only focus on studying only!" He scolded.

Everyone remained still and very silent.

"If there is none, then I will begin the roll call."

He flips open his folder and looks through something on the page. He then closes it and starts walking towards the first desk from the door and walks slowly as he looks at each student in the eye on desk after another down the row.

I thought he was going to take a roll call? Maybe he is checking something?

Many questions went through my head, moments passed by as I watched him go slowly with pace. He was finally at the front of my row and walks pass the first desk, then he stops at my desk, not moving at all. I looked up and was a bit shocked, I could almost feel my face turning red. He actually looks handsome when you look at him more closely.

"That's odd." He said with his right brow raised just above his glasses. "What's your name?"

"Um...I'm Mira, Kiel Mira, sir." I stood and gave a slight bow.

"...Kiel Mira..." he turns and walks towards the teacher's desk and looks into the folder. "...Here it is." As he points onto the paper with his baton in his right hand. Then walks right back to me.

"Tell me, what are you, Miss Kiel?" he asked.

"Pardon?"

"I asked you what are you. Are you a native breed or a powerful being?" He looks straight at me.

I presume he is asking about my race.

"Um...I'm just a half Japanese and half Filipino, sir."

"I didn't ask that." He said.

"Huh? Then...what are you asking from me, sir? Maybe my social status or-"

"He means what type of creature you are." Dan Van Dyke spoke up. "Like if you're a Mermaid or a Werewolf, or if you're some sort of God like being, something like that."

"Huh? What kind of question is that? I'm just an ordinary person, sir."

"WHAT?" He said out loud and clear.

"Do I seem that foreign or weird to you, sir?"

He looks at me, as if he was trying to see the real me inside my eyes.

"Then...you must be-"

DONG

The sounds of a deadly chime started crying. I immediately covered my ears to avoid the pain ringing in my eardrums.

DONG

I tried to open my eyes and saw everyone already standing up.

DONG

Some of them crouched on the tables and on the floor, while others stood still and closed their eyes.

DONG

Some of them were holding onto their heads and crying, as if they were in terrible pain.

DONG

Some had grown long fangs and long fingers, and different eye colors.

DONG

Some of them had their skin turned into different colors and textures.

DONG

Some of them had changed shapes and sizes, big and small, short and tall, wide and thin, straight and curved.

DONG

Some of them started growing hair and feathers on their arms and legs, larger and shorter arms and feet, grew wings of different shapes and heights and color.

DONG

Some had their uniforms over stretched and even torn, bits and pieces had fallen onto the floor.

There was no more any sound of the terrible chiming sounds. I lowered my hands and looked around the room. There were no longer any human beings in the room apart from me, but instead there were full of creatures and beings that were of different types. I was only able to recognized some of the creatures: a Werewolf, an Ogre, a Gorgon, a Minotaur, a Griffin, a Cyclops, and many more others.

"How come you haven't turned yet, Mira?"

I looked at the direction of Dan Van Dyke, and he had been turned into a Gargoyle. I was so frightened by all of this that I couldn't even breathe properly.

"Didn't you do this sort of thing back in your middle school?" he asked me again.

I couldn't respond to him, its as if I had lost control of my body.

"I guess you're the one that Principal Amanohashi had mentioned."

My head slowly turned to face the owner's voice. It was Mr. Himuro's. He still looks the same, clothes still in tact and he still has the physique of a human being figure.

"The reason you're not turning..."

But something wasn't quite right. If he was also a normal human being, he would've also reacted the same or similar way as I am right now.

"...can only mean one thing..."

I tried to look more at him even better, but as he talked, I could see a sharp tooth growing out from his upper jaw.

"...You..."

The color of his lips and skin on his face has lost its color dramatically.

"...Are..."

The color of the iris in his eyes had turned into the color of blood red.

"...A..."

It could only mean one thing.

"...Human..."

He, was a Vampire.

"Welcome, to Habataki Monster High." a voice spoke as it was broadcasted into the Announcement speaker.