First Period: Homeroom
d) Homework
Why haven't you done your homework again? Get it done tonight, or you'll face a week's worth of detentions!
Usagi stared down at the pages, which swam before her eyes. She was so tired – the English phrases meant nothing to her. Luna tried to help, but her words were lost in the roaring thunder of Usagi's brain.
Mamoru, the baka, the jerk of the century, was not only Tuxedo Mask, but a prince. Her prince. A love from a distant time; a love that she still felt, like an echo.
Except that echo was getting more prominent by the day. Her memories were growing brighter, and each breath was a painful reminder of all she had lost over a millennium ago. The days went on, and ancient moments returned to her; a breathless whisper, fingers against her cheek, a brush of lips on her own. Endymion had come back. He'd really come back.
And she had lost him. Lost him to the most evil witch she'd ever faced.
What was homework, compared to that? How could she possibly explain to everyone that her mind was no longer on school, and grades, and homework? How could her teacher ever understand that the threat of detention was nothing in relation to the destruction of a love that had lasted a thousand years?
How was she supposed to get through this?