The last day of school was perhaps the only day of school when freedom was at its peak, although it doesn't help when you're a third year and you struggling to pass your final tests. For the past week, my nose was in every text book and note book I owned, trying to memorize the necessary information to pass English, math, science and of course my worse subject: history. And now the day was finally upon me. I had already finished my English and math tests and barely passed them but the last day was saved for the worst; science and history.

I was shaking as I rode the train to school, my fear was riding on whether I would pass the test or not. But my mind also wandered off and started thinking about what I would do after school was over. I no longer had to go to school and I was going to give it a while before I took any college entrance exam.

I thought about a vacation of some sort, there's a pretty wide opening for what an eighteen-year-old could do on vacation. I thought about going on the third year trip to Okinawa, but it was a little late to sign up for it, plus it was relatively short for a vacation; three days was not enough to satisfy my need for a break.

I needed something longer and farther away.

When the train stopped, my nerves got back to me and I started tugging on my long dirty blonde hair as I walked up to the high school building of Seiyo. My eyes combed the crowd for my friends; it would be nice to receive some moral support before I take a test.

After a good pre-test conversation with my friends, the bell rang, and I walked to my classroom (read: execution).

I was trying best to keep my mind of my finals, but they kept popping back up in my head in the worst sort of way. I would have dozens of vivid visions of a blazing red F on the top of my final exams. But I had studies plenty, or at least I felt like I did. I didn't see Amu until I arrived at my homeroom, but I avoided talking to her because I didn't want to get in trouble on the last day of school.

The teacher took roll and began passing out our tests.

"Ok class, begin," the teacher's voice snapped me out of another one of my horrible visions in which I fail. The familiar sound of pencil lead scraping against paper sounded up and echoed off the wooden walls. The noise eventually reached me, reminding me to get started on my final. I finished the science test quickly and handed it to the teacher and I patiently waited for my last final to begin.

"When you're done, you can come and get your history test." The teacher spoke behind a wall of stacked papers and pointed at the pristine and unwritten on history tests.

It had taken me twice as long to get through the history test. I had encountered question after question after question until I finally reached a blank page. I sighed with relief as I forced my feet to march to the teacher's desk and give him my test.

When I returned to my desk, a neat, folded piece of paper was sitting on my chair. I unfolded it and Amu's handwriting was scribbled in pink ink.

Guess where we're going for vacation?

I had been informed by the school that the 3rd years would be going on vacation to Okinawa for several days. I didn't understand why Amu would want to tell something I already knew. I wrote back: I don't know, Okinawa?

She quickly read my writing and wrote back to me, trying to calmly toss the note to me so it would not attract the attention of our teacher.

Nope! America! Orlando, Florida!

I thought that the 3rd years were going to Okinawa for vacation.

As soon as I handed her the paper back she started scrawling on it as quickly as she could, as if the ink in her pen couldn't come out fast enough. Nope! Utau's going on her World tour and she invited her friends to go with her. Aren't you excited!?

I must admit, the exclamation points were convincing, but one thing kept me from being excited. Does that purple-haired thing fall under the friend category? I made my handwriting as legible as possible.

Of course he falls under that category. Meet at my place later today, Utau will give us the details. I received the paper just as the bell rang, releasing us to endless freedom. I shoved the paper in my pocket, a hopeful reminder to throw it away later.

After the wave of too excited teens got out of school for their vacation, I headed to my locker. I had emptied it out previously that day, but I caught one last glance at it before I slammed it shut for the last time.

I exited the school confidently and headed toward the subway. The weather was utterly perfect; it was a mixture between spring and summer. The trees still had a few blossoms left and the air was hot with the occasional cool breeze, it was perfect. As I walked to the station, my mind had wandered off and started thinking about the sudden vacation plans that Amu had sprung on me not even two hours ago. I was excited to go because it was a lot farther away than Okinawa and we were possibly staying longer. Also I got to ride on a plane which I had never done before. The only thing I wasn't excited about was that his-purple-haired majesty was joining us and as much as it seemed petty to still argue with him, I didn't like the fact that I would have to spend an extended amount of time with him. There was just something about him that aggravated me, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I shrugged my thoughts off and kept walking.

Update number 1! There many more to come, and I'm sorry if this chapter isn't appealing but I did my best to make it sound more realistic.

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