Hey guys! Long time no see! I actually do have a reason for not updating at all during spring break and so forth, but I don't think any of you are actually interested to hear it, so I'll just carry on with my normal introduction.

I am in fact finished taking people for Class F. If you read the author's note in the first chapter then it says I will switch chapters between A and F so everyone has an equal amount of screen time. So, if you have a wacky and weird super smart kid, then send them straight on in. Nothing is unacceptable except forms with hardly any detail (I can't stand the standard '*insert color* shirt and jeans), extremely normal people, and people who don't send in the form at all ^U^

If you did send in a form for class A, then you know exactly who you are if I pm'd you questions and gave comments about your OC. I'll probably just send another PM to remind you guys.

Lastly, the amount of screen time (would it be screen time?) your character gets depends on how supportive and cooperative you are ^U^. I'm not trying to be rude or anything; it's just how I work my SYOC's nowadays.

Without further Ado, let me introduce you to our last two OC's and the F class of Fumozugi Academy!


About five minutes until the test ends

Kumiko Rin had finally finished her test. Sapphire blue eyes shone in confidence as she tucked a piece of her mid-back length black hair behind her ear.

The girl had done enough answers to land her in Class A and leave her with a max HP number for her avatar, which left her feeling insanely confident and almost giddy. Looking at the clock, and also at Miss. Suoh who had seemed to pull out another doujinshi and was reading this one rather intensely, she saw that there were only five more minutes left before the test was over and three hours before they got their class results.

Usually the Terminator would come to their doorstep and tell them personally, but it changed to them going to three different people. It just made these things go by faster so they could get started with school.

After they all got their results for their classes, they were to be changed into their uniforms and sitting in the classroom by two to get orientation in and meet the new people in their class.

She noticed the individuals that already knew they were going to make it into class A. The way their eyes shone with confidence and smugness wasn't that hard to see.

Kumiko also noticed another strange array of things going on during the test, ranging from a blonde girl leaving the classroom to chase a squirrel outside to a small and petite brunette just sitting there with an hour left into the test. She also didn't forget the empty chair of a someone that obviously should have been there, a boy with blue hair who just looked plain uninterested in the paper in front of him, a girl with a wild mane of emerald curls scribbling with a devious look on her face, a boy with teal hair that looked like he was lost the entire way, and a girl with black collarbone length hair fast asleep on the paper.

The bell rang overhead; signaling that the test was indeed over and they should all put their pencils down.

Looking at her test again, Kumiko noticed one very distinct thing.

Question one had her name instead of the real answer.

Question two had the answer for question one.

The entire test was off by one.


The night/ morning before entrance exams

A baby blue comforter shifted as the culprit underneath it almost jumped delight.

"Huehuehue." Kuruko chuckled, dropping the small flashlight and wiping a steady strand of blood from her nose before it got on the bed. She flipped the page and the bloodstream started again as the two characters moved in for a kiss.

The time was half past two, but who cared? Yaoi was the only thing that mattered to the teenage girl at the moment. Kuruko bit into another chocolate bar square and almost choked on it as the next page turned out to be some unmentionables. Some pretty awesome and yummy unmentionables that left her squealing in some other language that would probably drive most people away.

Another hand moved to hold her red cheek as she flipped to the last page and read the sweet words that said, "I love you, Ai-kun."

Closing the manga, Kuruko silently dropped it onto the carpet floor and looked at the stack of more yaoi manga that just so happened to be under the sheets with her hand the flashlight.

Let's see, there were about twelve more volumes before she actually finished the series and like a wise man once said, "Finishing a good book is like leaving a friend."

Kuruko kept her friends for life.

..

The minute entrance exams were passed out.

It was all a blur to her. Once second she was indulging herself in a chocolate crepe before school and the next she felt like she was about to pass out in the desk she sat in. For some odd reason, they didn't allow food in the test taking room at all.

That dark haired bastard with the sanpaku eyes had confiscated every ounce of sugar on the probation student, even going as far as to vacuum her with a portable vacuumed to make sure there was no sugar crystals left on her clothes.

For further reference, she honestly hated Hasegawa-san's guts.

Slowly, Kuruko picked up her pencil and scribbled something that looked pretty close to her name and turned the page.

2x-45= 56+14

Yes

What is the ratio of boys to girls if there are 24 girls in the class and 14 boys?

Germany

Name the capitol of the United States of America

230,000

Finally, after pulling through at least twenty questions, the pencil fell out of her hand and her head hit the desk with a dull thud.

Maybe she would rest her eyes for a couple of minutes.

..

Kuruko rose from her spot on the floor as she heard her name being called over the PA system.

This was the year she would get out of being a probation student. This was the year Terminator would leave her alone with those stupid black sanpaku eyes. This was going to be her year.

Right as she walked into Terminator's office, Kuruko glared at him until she made her way into the plastic chair in front of his desk.

Before the teen could even open her mouth, a slap came to the top of her head that knocked her clean out of the chair and straight to the floor.

"You really are an idiot aren't you?" He asked, shaking his head, as he held up a certain test with a big fat "-3" on it.


Yay! The prologue is finally finished! Stay tuned for the next chapter that introduces the class A students and the Class F students even more!

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