A/N:
Hellooo hello! To clear a few things up, this is the prologue for a new 3Z fic I'm working on with the beautiful ReiraShiXD! She wrote this cute little prologue, and we're going to be posting the entire story on our joint account, which is...*goes off to check the name*...CluelessReira, go figure. Anyways, if you're interested, we'll be posting the story on that account! I have high hopes for this ^_^ Well enough rambling, prologue proceed!:
Around a bend, past a junction, over a crossing and through a park leads up to the long, glittering rows of cherry blossom trees which line the walkway like velvet ropes amongst which petals cover the ground like a vibrant red carpet.
The sunlight seeps through, warming your cheeks and hands, the petals tangle in your hair, and as you approach the large, towering iron gates, which though they should seem intimidating on your first day, don't.
You forget about it all, everything in that moment is wiped clean from your memory; the waking up late and forgetting to brush your hair, the lack of breakfast rumbling your stomach or the shameful sight of your rumpled new uniform because you forgot to iron it the night before.
You forget about it all, you forget about everything as you push through the throng of students crowding around the front entrance. You grab your shoes and make your way up the endless flights of stairs to the classroom, forgetting momentarily the nervousness which had almost crippled you the night before.
Why is this odd, almost overwhelming, sensation of liberation gripping you, you wonder. However as you slide open the now familiar door, and a wave of smoke, chatter, sweets, spice and mayonnaise hits you, you remember why. Why the conventional rules don't apply here, why this room and moment emanates a whole different atmosphere, as if it isn't part of the school, or even the world.
Why? Because this is class 3-Z. And it would be absolutely preposterous to feel anything rational, or dare you say, normal, such as nervousness as you enter, because here it doesn't exist.
In this crazy little bubble that is 3-Z, the earth spins on a different axis, natural perms are to be hated, glasses which obscure are revered, lessons bring a whole different meaning, lunch time is like a battle ground, and if you haven't got a Justaway ticking underneath your desk, then, well that makes you pretty normal compared to the real world, but here it makes you just downright weird.
Because after all, this is class 3-Z.