"Ryou, wake the hell up!"
I fall out of bed, startled by the sudden explosion of noise in my ear. As my eyes adjust to the now shining light, my sister comes into view. She's wearing her uniform... Crap, I must have school today.
"Ryou, I swear to god if you're not up in five seconds..."
I scramble up, almost slipping as I get up. My sister glares daggers at me. She's clearly pissed at me for some reason.
"It's almost time for school to start. Hurry the hell up."
With that, my sister walks away. Crap, so there is school today. I had just been moved from my old school in Fukui due to the fact that I had accidently stabbed a kid in his hand, but hey. Mistakes happen. I'm not planning on screwing up me fir-
"Ow!"
I slip on my drumsticks. I fall to the floor with a thud.
"Ugn... Great."
Damn drumsticks. I pull myself back up and put on my new uniform.
"This looks like the same thing from my old school..."
As soon as the uniform is on, I grab my brief case and head downstairs to what I call "Purgatory." Its not that it looks bad, it's just that the people (I call them creatures) that live here do not like eachother. Putting two middle school aged boys, a third year highschool girl, and me, a second year student at Kisaragi Acadamy, is a recipe for disaster. My parents arn't bad, depending on how the atmosphere of the situation is. I could tell that my parents were upset when we moved, but they were liking the house, which was good. My father sat at the coffee table, sipping his tea while my mother hummed from the kitchen. Breakfast! I move quickly to the kitchen door, only to be greeted by a unloving, uncaring, unsocial brat known as my sister, Chiyoko Funai.
"Watch where you're going, scrub."
Great. Already on the bad side of my sister before the day has even really started. My sister walks past me, her attitude just like a wolf. Deadly and egocentric.
"Guys, you have to get to school! Its almost time!"
My mothers voice cut through the arguing of my two brothers, having the immediate affect of them darting out of their chairs, grabbing their bags, and sprinting out the door. Oh well, breakfast can wait. I'll have something when I get there. I turn towerds the door to leave, but before I could I feel my fathers firm grip on my shoulder.
"Ryou, we don't want any more incidents, okay? Stay on the good side."
My father is staring into my soul, it seems. All it takes was a mumble and a small nod for my father to release me to the world.