How can I thank you all for the OC's I got?! I simply love everything I've gotten and then some!

However, Class F is almost full. I will probably take one or two more people for class F and then start pushing people towards Class A. Just because they're in class A doesn't mean they can't be wacky and weird!

So the way this is going to happen is this; I'm doing groups of threes until I get finished with introducing everyone. It'll all be either the day of the test or the night before so just imagine all of this stuff happening in the same classroom at the same time and it'll be funnier. Also, the test starts at 8 and ends at 11:30

So with my pleasure, let me introduce you to our first three OC's!

Night Before Entrance Exams

"Dammit!" Haruka Kosoku exclaimed, typing furiously on her computer keyboard. "How the hell did they outbid me?!"

She clicked again on the refresh button to see a big fat "SOLD" stamped over the item needed for her biggest cosplay escapade. It all would have been fine except the cloak was sold to someone that wasn't her.

Closing out of the page, Haruka ran a hand through her middle back length, blonde wavy hair and sighed. How was she supposed to complete her cosplay piece now that the only skirt in that fashion was sold out? She could of course make one, but who seriously had the time for that?

Exactly. No one.

Closing out of the tab, she typed in the manga skirt she was looking for into the search bar and clicked enter. She decided to open another tab from another cosplay shop she knew well and examined the picture of the skirt.

Sold Out

Another tab was opened only to be met with the same two words.

Sold Out

Sold Out

SOLD OUT

NO MORE IN STOCK

DIDN'T HAVE THIS ARTICLE OF CLOTHING ANYWAY.

Her hand tightened on the mouse as she decided to click on the last link on the first page.

THIS MANGA SUCKED ANYWAY

Keeping what little composure she had left, Haruka clicked on the number '2' on the bottom of the page and prayed for a miracle.

Ah the second page of a search engine. Like that kid that everyone only hangs out with because he's got the answers to last night's history homework.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she finally found what she was looking for and better yet, it was even in the right size and perfectly new. Clicking on the bid button, she promptly put her bid in as three hundred yen, and clicked enter.

A ding sound effect happened to signal that someone else had also put in a bid, and Haruka saw it to be someone entering three hundred and five yen. To which, she entered three hundred and ten yen.

For at least an hour, this little banter continued between Haruka and the mystery person on the Internet, each of them increasing their bid by five.

Finally, a little fanfare and a small chibi dog popped up on the screen, holding up a sign that said "Congratulations!"

Satisfied, the blonde girl entered in her address and placed her order for the manga skirt. Then, she immediately went from her chair to her computer and promptly fell to sleep.

..

Everything seemed to be extravagant for Haruka when she woke up. The sun was singing, the birds were chirping, all was quiet; Kuruko hadn't been to her door yet so they could walk to school together.

The sentence replayed in her head again.

Kuruko hadn't been there.

Kuruko hadn't been there.

"If you don't get your ass outside of the door by the time I get there, I'm leaving you to sleep in."

She distinctly remembered her friend saying that sentence to her when they were in middle school, and so far, she had kept her promise to leave her. Slowly, she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the alarm clock.

11:13

The alarm clock was thrown across the room as Haruka leaped out of her bed and into her closet. About a second later, she tripped out of the closet while wearing her dress shirt, skirt, shoes and socks. Trying to slip her shoes on while stumbling down the stairs, she ran over to her kitchen and grabbed an apple, and ran out the door trying to tie her tie on.

Inside the Class Where Entrance Exams are Happening and In the Middle of Entrance Exams

Snap.

Nezumi's dark brown eyes stared in horror as the lead to her pencil rolled off the desk and fell to the floor, every time it bounced sounding like a gunshot to her and only her.

It was her only pencil.

Nezumi looked around desperately, moving her chin length dark brown hair out of the way, trying to find some sort of writing utensil to finish her test with.

Asking for a pencil was like standing up in the middle of church and screaming. You just don't do that.

Did this ever happen to other people?

The rule had been no talking and no sounds anyway, not like it would bother her in any way, shape, or form. The only time they could get up was to go to the bathroom, but that was only if it was a strict emergency.

And so, Nezumi sat there in the uncomfortable plastic chair, looking at the myriad of students around her that all had perfectly sharpened or mechanical pencils. Too afraid to ask for a pencil, or a pencil sharpener, she looked down at her hands and then back up. She was left only to stare at Miss Suoh as she read one of her shoujo manga.

That'd be pretty nice. To get to read one of those instead of taking this God-awful test, or in Nezumi's case, sitting there without something to write with.

The brunette looked above the fangirling teacher and watched the clock.

It was only 10:30.

The first part had only been science, and that was her worst, but it only made the mousey girl even angrier. Right after science was math, history, and then literature. All of those were like cake to her. As easy as taking candy from a baby, or some kind of metaphor that didn't involve her being mean to anyone/ anything or talking to anyone/ anything.

Her eyes then decided to look out of the window, widening in shock at the sight of a girl with blonde, almost white hair, happily chasing a squirrel.

Mashiro Kazeki was sorta ready for the entrance exam. She knew enough to know to land her in class E or D or something like that.

Mashiro Kazeki sorta wasn't ready to get to school only to remember that she forgot to take her ADHD medicine.

Immediately when the test was placed in front of her, it was almost impossible for the blonde to do anything but fill out her name. It started out as a simple bouncing of her leg, which soon escalated to her bright purple eyes darting constantly around the room looking for something that wasn't her test.

And then she saw it.

A lone squirrel sat in the middle of the garden, messing about in the flowers until it pulled out a small acorn out of the dirt.

Mashiro promptly rose out of her desk and walked out of the room. Its not like Miss Suoh was paying attention anyway. She was way too engrossed in the manga in her hands, which Mashiro was at least eighty-five percent sure it was a doujinshi.

Walking out of the classroom, Mashiro made eye contact with the squirrel, not caring that there was a brown set of eyes watching her in horror. Suddenly, Mashiro began chasing the school all around the courtyard. The brown rodent darted one way, and the blonde was right on its trail.

From a window, a tall man with black shoulder length hair and sanpaku eyes looked disapprovingly at the sight before him. Shaking his head, he quickly scribbled Mashiro Kazeki as the first name on the roster for class F.

Thanks again for these three OC's! Be looking for the next three being introduced in the next chapter soon!

Stay fab!

~819