Somebody was pushing me. Back and forth, back and forth. They were saying my name. Hanstuki. Hantsuki. Was I dreaming?

"WAKE UP WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

It felt like the ground was moving under me and then a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I opened my eyes, blinked, and surveyed my surroundings.

I was lying on top of my covers, on the ground, with Yuuki standing over me. Put the pieces together.

"Hurry up and get dressed," she commanded, "We have to be in class in five minutes."

"Where the hell did you come from?" I commanded right back, "It's impolite to enter other student's rooms uninvited."

"Zero and I were waiting for you so we could walk to class together but never showed. He suggested I go and see if you were still getting ready and I find you here asleep! So stop asking questions and get dressed!"

I stood and the room started spinning, stumbling, I grabbed the headboard for support.

"Are you alright?"

I felt like utter crap. My brain was slowly tearing itself apart. I couldn't see or stand straight, and I needed a good twelve more hours of sleep. I needed an off day. Skipping was always an option.

"Just a little dizzy is all. I stood up too fast, although I'm sure you pulling me off my bed didn't help."

"You weren't waking up. I tried to be nice."

There was no way I could skip school. I have a perfect record. All A's and never missed a day. My father always taught me education came first. It was more important than anything. The only way I would miss a day of studies is if I had a fever of 105 and/or puking my intestines out. As I was doing neither, at the moment, I would go.

"A little privacy please?" I asked Yuuki. She nodded, told me to hurry up again, and left.

The temptation to collapse back into my bed was great, but I resisted. Taking a deep breath I started to make my bed.

I gathered up the covers and gently set them on the bed. Then, I proceeded to smooth them out, tucking the edges underneath the mattress and fluffing my pillow.


Perfect.

Grabbing my uniform, I stumbled into the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and looked into the mirror. Ugh, Yuuki was right last night. I look awful. My deep maroon hair was a mass of tangles. my green eye was bloodshot. The other was the same as always. What is supposed to be the white of my eye is midnight black. My iris and pupil crimson red. Like a ruby amidst the darkness. I call it my vampire eye.

Knocking on my door interrupted my inspecting.

"You're taking too long! C'mon!" Why is she so annoying?

"I thought you left! What's your problem?"

"I should be asking you the same thing! What's taking you so long?!"

"Listen, just go ahead without me. I'll join you later."

"You'll be late...you're never late."

"Don't worry about me; I'm sure one tardy day won't hurt anything."

"You're sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine. Now leave before you're late"

"Okay, then."

I waited until I was sure she was gone to resume getting ready.

Now I had time to take the shower I so desperately needed. The hot water and steam helped clear my head and awaken my senses. Feeling refreshed, I dragged (more like ripped) a comb through my hair and put on my clothes.

The Day Class uniform consists of a white shirt under a black jacket with symmetrical white line designs. Ladies wear a red bow on their jacket, a black skirt, black socks, and black shoes. The gentlemen wear a red tie, black pants, and black shoes. I have two exceptions to uniform. One is a charm bracelet my mother gave me when I was little. It has five charms: a heart, a star, a butterfly, an hourglass, and a crescent moon. Each charm representing a part of my life. To me, it's the single most important object I've ever had. It's the only thing I have left of my mother. She passed when I was five from reasons I will not reveal right now.


The other is an eye patch. Did you think I just walked around with a demonic looking eye while the humans stared at me like I was something that arose from hell? They still stare at me, though. Wondering what the reason really is why I wear one. I've been asked plenty of times but I either just stare at them or walk away. It gets the message 'I'm not going to talk about it' clear.

Wrapping my patch over my eye and around my head I headed for the door. Today is going to be a long one