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Dawning upon a shade
By Sephyrah
Chapter 1: Changing not so different
A tall black haired girl was standing outside of the thirteen public high school. Her blue back pack leaning on her right shoulder, she was wearing a white shirt, gray skirt, dark blue jacket, white socks and black shoes; the school uniform.
"This is going to be a long day" All the students pass her by, some of them were running and some were exchanging notes with their comrades. Partial exams were up to the menu of the day, "Why did I let him do this to me".
— Hey!!, get out of the way!!— said someone pushing her aside. It didn't seem to mind her since she didn't move, she wasn't paying attention, "To the principals office" she make her way, completely unaware of those around her.
— What's wrong with her, I only ask her to move man— said a dark haired boy to the one next to him, one with a laptop.
— I don't know perhaps it's not her day—
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Principal Mikihiza wasn't exactly different from any other director. As the last five, he talk too much, she could see him formulating the words but she wasn't listening at all. When she finally got out of his office, Ms. Yuri, his attendant gave her a school schedule. According to it, she was suppose to have Art at second hour (she spent the first in the principals office) in the room 2-b, but the thing was that she couldn't find it, "Time to ask for directions", she spot a short boy with dark hair, next to him was a tall boy with blond hair and icy blue eyes.
— Excuse me— with that she got the small one attention, he had a big nose and crimson eyes,— I was wondering if you could tell me where is the room 2-b?—
The boy just look at her, with discomposure expression — Sure, go down in the next stairs, is the fourth room to the left— she look in the direction that was pointing his finger and nodded.
— Thanks a lot— she prepared to leave but…
—You're having art, don't you?— she turn back and nodded— My friend here is going as well, if you want he can lead you there— Another boy just arrived, his hair was red and his eyes were blue.
— Sure, why not?— she replied but the boy didn't seem too happy —Thanks again— she turned her gaze to the red-haired boy, he was closing his locker. —This way— he said and she followed.
None of them said nothing until they reach the classroom, once in there they split up, he went to sit next to the window in the back of the room and she wait for the professor who was late.
— Sorry for the delay, boys and girls— said a young man entering the room — As some of you have notice we got a new student, her name is Lemia Hashibara, please come here Lemia and take sit back there, next to Tala— he was aiming the "red" boy —Usually, we let the new students introduce theirselves but since it's already late, I'm sure you won't care Lemia— "YES, YES" it was the only thing that pass through her head, she hated to introduce herself. — So, last time we talk about impressionism, which means that today we're making our pictures, please get out your stuff and start and, Lemia, if you have any doubt, please feel free to ask, sure Tala won't mind to answer— she nodded and looked at Tala, he seemed annoyed.
"Whatever" she start making her picture. By the end of the class, no one had finished so the teacher told them to do it later. "Homework" Lemia cursed at the thought, and then turned to Tala, her schedule at hand — Excuse me. Could you tell me how to get to my next class?— Tala looked at the schedule and sigh, he make her a sign to go after him — Don't you have nothing better to do than taking me to my classes?—
—Your next class is across the hallway of mine— he looked back at her and continue —Mmm, May I ask what brings you to our school?—
—A promise— he smirk at that —What kind of answer is that?— he continue.
"Well, what kind of question is that" she thought. She was everything but pleased of being there —An honest one, I lost a bet to a friend and he make me promise that I would get myself in here— she glared at him.
—Here we are, you might find Ian inside.
—Whatever— once inside she saw the boy from before, the one from the directions — Let me guess, Ian?— the place across him was empty so she sat in there, "window again".
—Hi! Again— answer the boy, there was a pale guy next to him—So, You didn't told me your name?—
—Lemia— "where is my notebook"— Hashibara Lemia, nice to meet you— she eyed the guy next to him —Who is he?—
—That's Bryan— he made a sign and keep staring at the rest of the group —he's kinda quiet— Lemia had found her notebook and now was drawing on it. —Why don't you go talk to the others?—
She stop drawing —If I'm bothering you, then just said it out loud, but don't talk to me like that— she took that as an offence, her voice was too cold now.
—Sorry I didn't mean that—
—I don't give a damn about the others, they are too noisy. I don't give a damn about anyone for that matter. And besides, what does it has to do with me, none in here is really worth— Bryan rise an eyebrow at the comment. — Why did you ask anyway?—
—Well, usually people does not come near because of what happen in the world tournament, us stealing bit-beast and… you know—
Lemia smirked —Beyblade?— Ian nodded— Sorry boy, didn't watch the finals, I was too busy looking for…— Lemia just went silent and keep drawing —Are the teachers always this late?—
—It's because of the festival, it's once a year before the end of the school period. Why did you switch to this school anyway, there's only a month before classes are over— Ian was bored, the teacher came in, again asking for an apologize.
—So, biology, this is going to be a long hour.— "There're some trees outside, and the sky it's so full of clouds" —I hope it rains.—
Ian just ignore the comment—Are you always this sociable?— Lemia grinned at that, but didn't answer, "Well that was the problem, wasn't it?". She keep seeing the trees outside for the rest of the class.
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She barely heard when the bell rang to announce the lunch time. "No I could never understand" thought while sitting under a tree, she was suppose to meet him at the lunch but "why must I?"
~Because he cares~ she could hear the voice in her head, —Sure he does, that's why he force me into this school— there was some sarcasm in her voice, ~Be like that if you want, but talking out loud when you're alone is only going to bring you troubles~ Lemia was looking puzzle now—What is that — but she didn't have to finish, because right in front of her was Tala, "oh great" trying not to laugh at her.
—So tell me, do the voices ever answer you back— he said.
—Shut up— she answer while glaring at him ~Now that was a smart retort, definitely he wont think you're insane~ Lemia was drawing again "He'll pay for that, eventually".
—So still not making friends, are you?— "Ian as well" she look up again, the blonde tall boy from this morning was with them too.
"Ha, friends" she grinned at that —What are you doing here, why aren't you with the rest of your "mates" instead of bothering me—
—If you need to know we're waiting for someone, and besides who told you that you were the only one who doesn't like them— he was waiving to the rest of the students, she smile and then sigh
—Fine— her notebook being stuck in her backpack again —Just don't wait for long—
—You're leaving, why?— Tala didn't appreciate that.
—Because I've got to see someone, and besides I hate company—
—Sure you do— Ian's voice was kind of resentful.
—Bryan got himself into a fight, so probably he's at the principals, see ya later— and she moved along.
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"Indeed Bryan had got himself into a fight again, so we didn't saw him until the end of the lunch. Lemia seemed to disappear, only Spencer saw her in his last class, it was like if she were avoiding us like the rest of them", it was really annoying, many people still blame them because of the Biovolt incident. They couldn't understand that it had not been their fault, not at all.
—What are you thinking, Ian— Spencer was looking down at me.
—Nothing— I said walking along, everyday after school we went home, eat something and after that we walk to a warehouse, it was near the beach and away from everything so we could practice without any interference. —Sometimes I wonder…— but nobody listen.
When we arrived, Bryan was already there, usually he wouldn't wait for any of us, but today he was staring at something at the beach. —What it's so interesting that you forgot about practice— voiced Tala.
—That guy…—
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