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The Story Of Sendoh Akira and I Chapter Three The Familiar Face

I woke up as fresh and happy as I always was in the morning. I quickly ate my breakfast in bed, got ready and changed into my new school uniform. I examined at myself head to toe and, after my most trusted handmaid gave me a nod of approval, ran outside to the shed, where my bicycle was. I cycled all the way to school. I cycled really fast, even though I was one whole hour early. I wanted to get a good start on my first day at school. I slowly walked to the Principal's office. A good many students, mainly boys, who were early stared at me.

After ages of talking to the Headmaster, who was apparently my father's old classmate, I finally set off to class. Class 1-3. Not bad. Third class in year one. The Secretary walked me there, as though I was someone very important. I wasn't, but my Father was, though. He is the President of the Ikegami Enterprises. Finally stopping at one door, above which had a sign that read 1-3, she told me to wait there while she talked to the teacher, a young man named Mr. Fujisawa. He called me in after that and introduced me to the class.

"Class, this is your new classmate, Ikegami Sakura. She is the daughter of Ikegami Hibiki and has just migrated back here from England. Please make sure she feels welcome," he said in a rather shaky voice.

At the mention of the phrase 'daughter of Ikegami Hibiki', the whole class immediately began to whisper. As soon as Mr. Fujisawa stopped talking, they all broke into warm smiles and applauded to welcome me. I blushed slightly with embarrassment and took my seat (Mr. Fujisawa was pointing at it). All of a sudden, the girls began to glare daggers at me. I had no idea why. I'll just put up with it. I'm sure I can survive this.

I stole a glance at the empty seat next to me. 'I wonder who sits here..' I thought to myself. Then, as though on cue, the classroom door burst open and there on the doorway, stood the familiar man I had seen in town the day before.

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AN : Sorry for the short chapter!!! Now pls click that little purple button down there.. u know what to do!