Again, this was already on DA. Just uploading it here, now.

The class was a complete disaster area, looking almost as if a tornado had come through. Paper airplanes flew across the room and gossip echoed out into the halls, despite the closed doors. When it seemed that it couldn't get any worse, the teacher walked in. Still, the class didn't quiet down. Even Jimmy had jumped up on the desk and held Samantha's paper high into the air to make the poor girl jump for it. The teacher cleared her throat, eyeing her class as the bell rang. The one known only as Demyx was chasing Larxene, trying to get his water bottle back, which apparently had sea monkeys in it for some odd, unexplainable reason.

Ms. Kisaragi rolled her eyes then grabbed her meter stick, placing her lesson plans down on her desk. She then hit the board with it as hard as she could, the sapping sound echoing throughout the room. The whole class instantly fell silent and returned to their seats. Ms. Kisaragi smiled gently, leaning the meter stick against the wall. Oh, how she loved teaching freshman… She walked slowly towards the paper airplane on the floor, picking it up as she spoke. "I would start the lessons as I normally do- Oh, here you go, Jimmy," she said as she placed the paper airplane on Jimmy's desk. "As I was saying, I would start the lessons on a normal day, but because we're so close to each other in this class, I decided to take a little break from teaching and introduce to you a new student."

The sounds of whispering freshman erupted into the previously quiet classroom, causing Ms. Kisaragi to roll her eyes and shake her head. She just could never control this class... Or any other freshman class, for that matter. This year's freshmen were exceptionally childish and quite the sugar addicts. They always seemed to vibrate in their seat with hyper-ness or text away on their cell phone at the speed of light. Not only that, but they all seemed to act like a five year old at some point, whether it was in her class or not. And today, it seemed that the students were betting that the new student would be male while some thought them to be female. They also guessed other things, such as their appearance, sexuality, and personality. A few giggles were heard as one of the two class clowns said that 'he' was probably a girly boy.

"Believe me, he isn't girly. Sure, it's easy to make him blush, but that doesn't mean he's girly," replied a brunet, his blue eyes looking at his classmates. He leaned back in his chair so that the front two legs were no longer on the ground, arms folded behind his head. It almost looked like he already knew the kid. Many started questioning him, but he remained silent, that same silly grin plastered on his face. There was no way that he would tell anybody about this new kid. Finally, he spoke, but it wasn't the answer others wanted. "Just wait. He'll be here soon."

"Class, settle down," the teacher said, her voice rising above all the ruckus. She sighed when the class didn't listen, the whispers turning into shouts across the room. She shook her head and grabbed her meter stick, slamming it sharply against the chalkboard. "I said settle down!" she yelled over the shouts. The class grew quiet once more. No, not just quiet. Silent. Dead silent. And where were the eyes of the students? On the Meter Stick of Doom, of course. Most students were terrified of that thing, especially if it was in Ms. Kisaragi's hands. Said teacher smiled again and turned to the door. "Come on it," she said in a sweet voice, going back to her original self.

A boy around the age of 15 walked in calmly, avoiding the gazes of the class. His dirty blonde hair was swept to the side and up. He wore an unzipped black jacket that could pass off as a T-shirt if zipped up. Underneath that was a long-sleeve shirt with thick black and white stripes. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his baggy blue jeans that almost covered the top of his black Heelys, though there were no heels in them. On his back was a thin, dark grey backpack with a silver X-shaped keychain dangling from the main pocket's zipper.

He stopped when he got to the middle of the front of the class, where Ms. Kisaragi had told him to stand just this morning. His piercing blue eyes scanned the class slowly, not resting on anyone in particular. He saw a few girls giggle when his eyes passed over them, but paid no attention to them. The one person he did pay attention to was the spiky-haired brunette leaning back in his chair. The brunette gave a small salute with that same grin plastered on his face, but the blonde neither wave nor smiled. His eyes just moved across the classroom again, not even listening to the teacher as she introduced him to the class. He found that there were two seats left in the classroom; one right next to the window in the very back that was next to the brunette and the one right in front of the teacher's desk.

He only paid attention to the teacher when she spoke directly to him. He turned his head to look at her, crossing his arms and wishing that he didn't have to stand there any longer. He nodded in response when she talked about the rules of the classroom, though truthfully, he wasn't listening; only pretending. He looked away when she did, staring straight at the brunette.

Ms. Kisaragi hummed in thought as she cupped a hand to her chin and her other arm crossed her thin waist. Her purple eyes scanned the class, but once she found the seat that she thought perfect for the blonde, she turned back to Roxas. She pointed at the seat. "Why do you go sit there, Roxas?" she suggested with a smile.

Roxas looked at the seat and shrugged, nodding afterward. Well, it was better than nothing, at least…

"Please welcome Roxas. He came here from Twilight Town," the teacher continued. She turned to Roxas. "Please choose one of the free seats," she said with a smile.

Roxas didn't reply. He kept quiet and walked to the seat in the far back, the one closest to the window and all the way to the right. He set his backpack next to his chair and propped his head up in his hand, setting his elbow on the desk. He stared out the window at the courtyard where a few benches were. He continued to stare out at the courtyard. Finally the bell rang. Roxas looked up to see a new teacher enter the room. Class droned on, Roxas not even paying attention. Soon, it was lunch. The bell rung and everybody started leaving.

The brunet turned to Roxas and smiled. "Hey, Roxas. I'll show you around later today so you don't get lost," he said with a grin.

Roxas turned to the brunet. "Thanks, Sora," he mumbled. He stood up and grabbed his bag, following the boy to the lockers. He found his locker and read off a piece of paper, turning the lock. It opened and he shoved his stuff inside. He slammed it shut then shoved the piece of paper in his pocket. "Let's go to lunch…" he mumbled. Sora nodded and led Roxas to the lunch room. Once seated, he pointed at a few tables, telling him why he shouldn't sit there. Roxas nodded at all of them. He looked at one table that was empty, except for one person. Somehow, he seemed familiar…