Okay, my deepest apologies to anyone who's reading this. Gomennasai! Sumimasen!
I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. I've been very busy between homework, driver's ed, and being sick, among other things. I'll try to be more diligent from now on.
This update, in my opinion, isn't as well-written as the others. I haven't had any time to do a thorough edit.

I don't have much else to say. Enjoy this section, and I'll try to update soon :)

"Don't worry about that girl," Daisuke said, nudging me. "She hasn't spoken at all since we woke up. I think her name is Murase Umeko, Super High School Level Gardener."

Murase Umeko: Super High School Level Gardener

"Oh…" I said, although I didn't really understand. Was the girl unable to speak, or just unwilling? And if she hadn't spoken to anyone, how did Daisuke know her name.

"I'm going to go meet the others," I said briskly. I nodded at Daisuke in thanks and moved away quickly. Not that I didn't appreciate Daisuke, but I felt more comfortable by myself.

As I was glancing over my shoulder to make sure he didn't follow me, I bumped into another person.

"Hey, watch where you're going," the person growled at me, almost literally.

"Sorry," I said through clenched teeth, mustering all the politeness I could. The guy had long blonde hair, turquoise eyes, a nice leather jacket, dark jeans, and a silver wrist watch.

Aoyagi Akio: Super High School Level Thrift Shopper

"My name's Aoyagi Akio. Super High School Level Thrift Shopper. Go away."

I was so taken aback by his attitude that I couldn't help but stare, standing motionless is an awful sense of awe. Akio huffed with annoyance and walked away. Involuntarily, my left eye twitched.

"Don't worry about him," sighed a quiet voice to my left. I glanced in the voice's direction. Its owner was a tallish girl with white hair in twin ponytails, red eyes, and a nearly 100% black outfit. She was wearing a miniature black top hat, a black choker with white lacey trim, a black shawl and dress, black tights, black boots, and black gloves. The only thing that had color was the red sash on her dress. As the girl sighed again, I realized that she somehow looked familiar.

"It's not so fun being here around all these people…don't you wish it could just start raining instead?" she asked. Her head was tilted up in the normal fashion, but her eyes stared at the ground.

"Erm…not really…why?"

"I love the rain. It's so gloomy…like me…" She sighed. Again.

"I see…nice to meet you…" I trailed off.

Otonashi Suzu: Super High School Level Weather Forecaster

"Otonashi Suzu, Super High School Level weather girl. I forecast the weather. I'm always accurate about when it's going to rain. I'm usually on the new channel when they talk about it…"

That's where I must've seen her, I thought. How strange; although, she really does give off a gloomy aura.

"I'm Hayata Haruko, Super High School Level Good Luck. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Suzu just nodded and continued staring at the ground with a frown on her face. Seeing as she couldn't provide interest for me any longer, I spun around to look for more people. Most everyone was in some form of a group, talking amongst each other. I walked over to one and introduced myself.

"Ah, the Good Luck," said a very professional, intellectual looking guy. He had neatly combed hair, black glasses, a red sweater, tan dress pants, and brown dress shoes. "I'm quite interested in seeing how the student representing the pinnacle of luck affects our school year." He smiled at me. "Hatakeyama Ichiru, Super High School Level Psychologist."

Hatakeyama Ichiru: Super High School Level Psychologist

"Yadda yadda yadda, you've been rambling on ALL DAY about things I don't comprehend! What's a pinnacle anyway? Is it that alcoholic beverage?" asked a girl with wild pinkish-magenta hair. She was wearing a yellow tank top with an orange vest, orange pre-ripped shorts, oddly-patterned orange tights, orange boots with yellow laces, gold bracelets, and a set of black and yellow headphones.

I felt like my eyes were going to pop.

"Hello," I managed.

"Hello? HELLO!? Is that all? You've got to say it nice and loud like HEY! WASSUP?" she grinned, patting me fiercely on the back. "Oh, and my name's Tsutsumi Kaori! I'm the Super High School Level DJ, yep yep! I love to partay!"

Tsutsumi Kaori: Super High School Level DJ

"Yo, we should totally host a party sometime," said a boy with an orange Mohawk. He glanced at me. "I'm a Super High School Level Choreographer, and I've got some great dance moves. Call me if you want me to teach you some," he winked at me. His sparkling green eyes looked playful, but I took a step away anyways. I heard guys like him were especially dangerous.

Fujino Jiro: Super High School Level Choreographer

"That's Jiro. Fujino Jiro," said the next guy. "Professional at frequently coming up with the worst pickup lines for exceptionally cute girls."

I laughed, even blushing a little. I scolded myself for that.

"As you can tell," the guy continued, "I'm a natural." He ran his hand through his hair for effect.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled all the same. "What are you?" I asked. "A comedian?"

"Yes, actually. I'm glad you noticed. You must have good taste in guys. I mean, humor."

"So I'm told," I replied. The guy had white hair, a white goatee, gold eyes, and was wearing a green muscle shirt underneath a brown jacket, black jeans, and a white belt with a gold buckle. He seemed nice enough.

"By the way, my name is Rikizen Fusashi. You can call me Fusashi, no honorifics needed."

"Okay…Fusashi…" it felt weird calling someone by their first name, even though I used people's given names in my mind all the time. It didn't really bother me much, though.

We said goodbye and I went to the next group. There was a tall girl with red hair and a long orange ponytail, a girl with aqua hair in two short drills, a girl with two blonde pigtails, and a girl with short, honey-blonde hair.

So, a lot of girls.

I presented myself as the good luck and waited for another series of introductions.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Your earrings are sooo cute!" squealed the girl with two blonde pigtails. Upon closer inspection, she had light blue eyes, just enough makeup to make her look pretty and not like she was trying too hard, a thin white headband with a pink rose, a pink V-neck t-shirt with white trim, a white sleeveless vest, a white pearl necklace, a black belt, a jean skirt, and white boots.

"Thanks," I nodded. "Your…necklace looks nice."

I really need to work on my complimenting skills.

"You think so? I think so too! Pearls are so pretty! Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself, silly me. I'm Hoshino Izumi, Super High School Level Interior Designer."

Hoshino Izumi: Super High School Level Interior Designer

She spun around in a circle, and accidentally tripped, causing her to fall forward and land on her knees.

"Whoops!" She exclaimed as she stood up, wiping off her hands. "Sorry about that!" She giggled childishly.

I turned to the red head who was staring at me, as if waiting to introduce herself. She immediately reached out her hand and grabbed mine, giving me a firm handshake.

Alcott, Vixyn: Super High School Level Tourist

"How are you? I'm Vixyn Alcott, a Super High School Level Tourist! How do you like America so far?" She smiled at me, not in a polite or formal way, but genuinely.

"I haven't really seen much of it yet…" I said, unsure of myself. "Do you like it here?"

Vixyn shrugged. "I'm actually American myself, but I've travelled to almost every country in Europe and Asia, as well as some countries on other continents. When I visited Japan, I loved it so much I decided to go to school there. At least, for my last year of middle school. I guess it's nice to be back here, though. It's just another adventure I get to face!"

I nodded, averting my gaze to the girl with aqua hair. She was wearing black leggings, a black t-shirt, black ballet flats, and a light purple denim jacket. She looked up at me shyly.

Kojima Katone: Super High School Level Babysitter

"Hi…I'm Kojima Katone…I love babysitting…don't you think kids are the greatest?" her eyes seemed to glow more brightly at the mention of kids.

"They're okay," I agreed amiably, even though I actually didn't.

"I think they're so much fun!" Katone said sweetly. "I miss my younger siblings…"

Somehow I found myself wondering if she'd be able to endure the homesickness of being in another country. I shrugged it off as the girl with short honey blonde hair spoke to me.

"Hola, ¿qué pasa? Me llamo Wakamoto Botan, Super High School Level Linguist. Encantada."

Wakamoto Botan: Super High School Level Linguist

"…Say what?"

"Hello, what's up? My name is Wakamoto Botan, Super High School Level Linguist. It's a pleasure to meet you," the girl, Botan, repeated.

"I'm…great," I replied, not sure if the question was rhetorical or not. Botan leaned forward and stared intensely at me.

"Are you suuuuure?" she sang.

"Quite," I said frankly.

Botan took a step forward and batted my ponytail. "I just…wanted to make sure…" she said. She waggled her eyebrows then disappeared into the midst of people.

"Awkwaaard," said Izumi, who had apparently been listening to our conversation. "I guess it could've been worse though!" she finished, as she giggled to herself.

I'm surrounded by freaks…

"You there, with the brown ponytail!"

I slowly turned sideways. A guy with black hair was marching toward me. One eye was blue, the other was covered in an eyepatch. He was wearing a bright red Kung Fu shirt, black pants, green half-gloves, and a tannish cape.

I spoke too soon…

"Hello? Can I help you?" I asked.

"Why haven't you introduced yourself to me yet? Were you waiting for an invitation?!"

"I didn't see you," I sighed.

The guy tilted his head. "Really? How unusual…wait! Are you lying? One's self should never lie! Never lie to others or yourself, only love life with all your heart!"

I blinked.

"What is your name?" he inquired of me.

"Hayata Haruko, Super High School Level Good Luck. And you are…?"

Nagasawa Zentaro: Super High School Level Culinary Artist

"Nagasawa Zentaro, Super High School Level Culinary Artist! I arrange pretty food into pretty plates and platters! One's self should always put all their effort into making good quality food."

"Mm, sure, I guess. I don't cook much though," I said. If these were my classmates, things were already looking grim. Possibly I was the only normal one. Of course, I was the only one who didn't have a real talent. Perhaps having and exceeding in a natural talent makes one a tad loopy?

Zentaro gasped. "You don't cook very often? That is most assuredly the most unnatural thing I have heard all day!"

I looked away awkwardly. Something about this guy's expression made it seem like he was peering into my soul. Not exactly the most comfortable feeling to have, if you know what I mean.

When I'd averted my gaze, I had noticed another person out of the corner of my eye. It was a tall kid who also had black hair. It was short and gelled spiky. It was hard to tell, but his eyes appeared to be green. He was wearing a blue shirt, black dress pants, and a white lab coat. On his face was a slight frown, a sign that he was obviously distancing himself from the group.

I was about to go over and introduce myself; however, an argument abruptly broke out behind me. Highly annoyed by this distraction, I craned my neck around to see who it was. Upon seeing a guy with short blue hair, with a small ponytail at the back, I sighed. Another person.

Using my fingers and excellent counting skills, I attempted at counting all the people I'd met so far. If my calculations were correct, this blue-haired guy should've been the last one.

"Your martial arts skills are no match for my work in the culinary arts!" said Zentaro to the other guy, who I now realized was wearing apparel suitable for Karate and the like- a white guys' tank, white sweat pants, a white martial arts belt, and his hands were wrapped in a special white fabric.

The blue haired guy smirked. "You say that now, yet you have no proof to back that claim up. I can prove to you right now that you'll regret challenging me to anything."

Zentaro laughed nervously. "It is not always about how much talent you have, it's about how much you love and utilize your talent for good!"

The blue haired guy cracked his knuckles, which echoed all throughout the gym. Everyone had fallen silent to witness this absurd standoff of sorts. "Who said I don't love my talent?"

Grimacing, I expected the worst outcome from this situation. It might be just me, but getting in a fight with a judo master doesn't seem so appealing. Fortunately for me and everyone else, Daisuke had the God-given grace to step between them.

"Now now, we're just getting to know to each other! Wouldn't it be wise to start off on good terms?"

The blue hared guy's lip curled upward snarkily, and he turned away from Zentaro. "Well said," he stated, stalking away confidently.

Zentaro, on the other hand, looked like he was having an epiphany. His jaw had dropped open, and his arms hung loosely at his side.

"Y-you're right! I should be putting each effort I can into getting to know my peers better!" he dropped to the ground and started sobbing. "Please forgive me for this awful sin I've committed!"

An awkward silence hung in the air as we all looked around with nothing to do.

For the third time today, I was scared out of my thoughts as I heard a voice behind me. The voice was the same shrill voice we'd heard on the intercom earlier. Neither pleasant nor warm, the voice did not seem befitting a human being. "Ahem, now that you're all quite finished with introducing yourselves, let's begin our glorious class orientation!"

When I hesitantly turned my body to face the front of the gymnasium, I can regretfully say I was right. On top of the podium, at the head of the gym, stood a small robotic black and white bird, with one red eye.

"Hello everyone. I've your new headmaster, Monobird!"

Yep, Monobird, not Monobear.
If you're wondering why, it's because I basically thought a bird would be more representative to America than a bear. Because of Bald Eagles.
And the more Monos the merrier, right?

Thanks for reading!