I gripped my skirt awkwardly. I was standing in front of 'Izumi Koukou School', and couldn't help but feel intimidated. Many preppy school girls flounced around, skirts too short.

'Well.' I thought bitterly 'I was warned..' I just then snapped out of my daze, and shakily pressed the intercom button. Since I didn't have a card to get in yet, I was stuck asking into a piece of metal.

"Hello?" a voice called, muffled.

"Hi, This is Dawn, Dawn Berlitz. New student?" I said, a tiny squeak sneaking in. I feel my face curve into a smile of hopefulness, as the gate opens.

"You may go ahead." the voice responded. I could even hear the nod through the intercom.

I walked in slowly, but quickened my pace once the gates started to close. I have to say, the place was gorgeous. White paved walkways, fountains, lively vegetation. In all it was simply amazing. I couldn't wait to see how the inside looked.

I felt out of place as I walked toward the entrance. Like a daisy among several carnations, I continue along. All the other students were walking around, doing what only seemed natural. Girls redoing make-up, some make out sessions. It was a surreal to me. It felt as if I were watching my body move on its own, like I was just some contender to a show.

I continued until I opened the door. I took a deep breath, and walked in. Pulling my skirt down slightly, and gripping my bookbag for dear life. I followed the signs, until I came to a door marked 'Headmaster Office'. I slowly pushed the oak trimmed double door, and took a step in.

By now I was fidgeting like a mad woman. perspiration clung to my palms, and my stomach fluttered a bit. I looked about the room, noticing a woman. She wasn't my mother's friend, but sat in her place. Her short, dark hair had streaks of red.

"Come in!" She said, sharp and clear. I swear, you couldn't hear a single waver in those vocal cords

I walk in meekly, barely keeping my head up.

"Hi I'm Dawn Ber-." I'm cut off abruptly.

"I know, I know. Please take a seat dear." the lady motioned.

Doing as she said, I shakily took a seat. It was plush, and heated. A luxury I've never known. I wondered, will every seat in the school be like this?

I smiled brightly, sitting up a bit.

"Headmaster is Aiko is out with a cold today, she told me of you. So I will be getting you acquainted as you may have guessed." The woman nodded abruptly.

"Ehm.. may I have a-a name?" I asked meekly.

"Where are my manners? I am Shoju, second in command. Now, here's your card.." she said, handing me a hard white rectangle. I look at it to see a serial number, not to mention a picture of me from two years ago! I looked horrible in it, not my usual self.

"This will allow you too get in and out of school.. no need for intercom." her eyes gave me a cold glare, as if I had committed a crime.

I gulped back a little.

"Now, we have rules regarding our school. Rules we'd like you to follow as does everyone else. Here's the handbook," she said, throwing down a pamphlet. "And your class." she nods, handing me a small card.

I squinted slightly, making out the letters. "F4." I muttered, slipping the card in a non-existent pocket. I looked at the ground as the paper filtered its way to the cool, marble surface. My reflection shone as I bend down to pick it up, placing it in my pamphlet.

"Schedule's etc. Have any more questions?" she asked, clasping her hands together.

"Nope." I responded, popping the P.

"Well, off with you then." she said.

I stood up, bowing a little before exiting the door. I turned around, expecting her to say 'have a nice day' or something out of that sort. All I recieved was a face of displeasure, and her hand making shooing movements.

I gave her an awkward look, and walked out. The halls smelled of food, as I shuffled down. Several kids were on there way to what I presumed was lunch.

I followed them. She did say it was lunch...right?

I came to large double doors. I stood about 3ft away from the entrance, watching the girls walk in. Their steps perfectually aligned. The sound of teens converseing was overwhelming, I shakily took a step back, debating about going in.

What's the worse that could happen, it's not like their going to throw food at me.

Oh my god, they were going to throw food at me.

No they're not! I thought desperatly. Seriously, this school was fancy.

"Don't worry Dawn." I told myself. "All they're gonna do is stare." I took a deep breath, feeling it dry up my tongue. I rubbed my tongue on the underside of my jaw, and clenched my fists.

I probably shouldn't go in, why would I?

"Hey!" a voice said, sounding like it was near. I gave a frightened jump, and slowly turned around. My head reeled slightly as I stared at the stranger.

"H-heyyo." I mumbled, feeling awkward. Who says heyyo? It's like the most uncool thing possible!

The boy chuckled, holding out his hand.

"Name?" he asked, politely. I cocked my head, slowly extending my hand until it reached his.

"Dawn." I mumbled, mezmerized.

"Pardon?" the boy said, his hand still gripping mind.

Is shook my head before facing him. "Name's Dawn, yours?"

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