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Alice sighed as she slunk down against the wall, her backpack rising up her spine and her books falling beside her. She was in the girls' bathroom- not a very original hiding place, but Alice had come to know it since the first day she had arrived at high school.
Now… she was trying to sort through her thoughts, disorganized as they were. She kept flashing back to the confused and slightly hurt look on the boy's face. Kyo… the voice ran through her mind, making her shiver.
Why can't I be… more like Sis? She thought, her eyes filling with tears. Mayura is perfect in every way… Will I ever not be in her shadow? Gloominess seemed to wash over her in waves. Gathering her books up in one hand, she angrily wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her white blouse, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
Little did she know that in one of the stalls, two eyes were watching her intently, studying her every move. And that person was very interested in what Alice was doing. Very interested indeed.
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"So, Seno, how does it feel the laughing stock of the whole school?" a senior asked, laughing at her in the hallway.
Alice flushed slightly, but said nothing. She merely slipped quietly into her German class, taking a seat near the back. She could hear some whispering around her, but she ignored it.
The teacher cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes at the students speaking. All chatter immediately ceased. "Students," the woman said in a deep monotonous voice, "Today we will be picking our Deutsch names."
She handed out a list, passing several papers to each row. "Now, when I call your name, tell me what name you have chosen."
Alice swept her gaze over it, absently brushing the very tip of her pencil against the names as she made her way down. "Ursula, Gabi, Tanja…. They all sound… harsh," she murmured quietly to herself.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her hand. Gasping, she looked at it. She was holding the pencil, poised over the desk. Her hand was moving of it's own accord, embedding deep scratches with the pencil on the polished oak of the desk. Gasping, Alice tried in vain to pull away her hand, only to see white spots dance in front of her vision.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Looking down upon the desk, she saw a single word carved upon the wood.
'Rangu.'
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