|O1 . CHAPTER ONE|
AN UNNATRACTIVE glare making its way to my face, I glanced over at the grandfather-clock that rested in the corner of Sieyo High's reception room. It was a little over six o'clock, and the sun was setting, transforming the sky into a beautiful orange color, but with the lack of air-conditioning, I swore I was going to be sprawled across the wood floor, unconscious and sweatier than grandma on a treadmill. Then one of the employees would have the employees unfortunate duty of reviving me back to life.
Okay, I'll admit I was being a little over-dramatic.
Still, it was at least in the upper nineties, and I had been the only person stupid enough to sport denim jeans and a thick sweater in a town with weather like this. It didn't help that I had to drag along sixty pounds worth of baggage, either.
"So what are you doing here?" a blond in the leather chair beside me asks suddenly, flipping through a page of Gossip Girl Magazine whilst smacking noisily on a piece of gum, in which I bit the inside of my cheek just in case I felt the need to blurt out something insulting about it. She glanced over at me from the corner of her eyes, flipping her gold locks out of her face. From the looks of it, she could've been mistaken for a small Kindergartner that got lost and ended up in High School, but by the way she was wearing her uniform, or the fact that she was wearing a uniform at all, made it clear that she was a student here.
"I missed the Guide Tour," I replied, my chapped lips shaping into a frown as I remembered my precious car breaking down in the middle of the road. Now I had to resort to the receptionist who was currently off on her lunch break. For three fantastic hours. "You?" I asked, in attempt to keep the conversation going. Not so surprisingly, I didn't have much friends back at home. Maybe it was because they all adored Saaya too much to acknowledge my presence, or maybe it was because I was "cold and unapproachable," as my step mother and sister had put it so kindly. Either way, I was at the bottom of the food-chain, and as sad as it seems, I had no social life whatsoever.
"I was black-mailed into going on a date with some cross-dressing freak. He even has the nerve to be late, too. Honestly, I think he's gay," she complained, furrowing her eyebrows in complete annoyance. Her blank face shifted into a cold glare as her grip around the pages of her magazine tightened.
"Oh," I said, and just like that, our conversation had ended. An awkward silence occupied the room a second later, only to be broken by the sound of heels padding against the hard flooring and a woman in her mid-twenties came stalking in. I immediately stood up, grinning in sheer relief as I waltzed over to the receptionist's desk. "Good luck with your date!" I called out to the blond before I reached the light brown desk.
"Sorry for the long wait, how may I help you?" she questioned, pushing up her red-rimmed glasses up gently. I shook my head, as if saying not to worry, before opening my mouth to reply, "I missed the Guide Tour, is there any way you can find me my dorm number?" I asked, watching as she typed swiftly on her dusty black keyboard.
"Of course dear, can you give me your name and year? I'll find you as soon as possible."
"Amu Hinamori, Senior."
"Okay, Amu, you're in room 536. It's in building B - the bright blue one. Just head out the door and keep walking straight. You can't miss it. Is that all?" I nodded in response, muttering a thanks to her as I dragged my suitcase behind me as I walked out the glass doors.
3. 6 . 5
I stared at the door in front of me with disgust. The wood was failing to stay on, and had fallen onto the carpet. The numbers were supposed to be golden, but it rusted from age, causing a few corners to turn into a dark shade of brown - except for the three, of course. That one had already fallen off, leaving a slight imprint on the door, and it seems that they didn't care enough to replace it. Not only that, but I swore the door was going to fall off of the hinges if I opened it, seeing as it was already creaking because of the light wind that came from the window that was placed at the end of the hallway. I heaved a sigh. No wonder Atsumi chose this place - the dorms were a dump. Well, at least this one was.
"Man up, Amu. You wanted to leave home, this might be your only chance," I muttered to myself, taking a hold of the door handle and pushing it open. The corners of my lips tugged up slightly and I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw that the room was decent enough to live in. Although there were some spider webs and dust bunnies stuffed up against the corners of the room, this place was definitely better than I had expected it would be. The light blue walls clashed with the dark wood flooring, and two beds and been placed in the middle of the room.
I spotted a black suitcase resting against the dresser, and I knew I had been assigned a roommate, but from the looks of it, there was no one here. I told myself not to worry, maybe there were just out exploring the campus, or something.
I glanced between the beds, and sat on the one furthest from the window, leaning into the soft material of the dark emerald blanket. Only, it wasn't soft. In fact, it was quite hard, and I could feel a giant lump in the midst of it. I furrowed my eyebrows. Lumps shouldn't be this big. My eyes widened with realization, and I got onto my feet, staring at the bed cautiously.
A million thoughts ran through my mind. A pillow? Nah. Unless you put books in it, a pillow shouldn't be this hard. Damn it, maybe the giant rodents Saaya was talking about were real. I took in a deep breath, shaking away my silly thoughts, and tore the piece of green cloth off the mattress, only to see a pair of dark blue eyes staring back at me.
"Yo."
a / n | i apologize sincerely for the long wait. i'm kind of busy with school and all, but i promise i'll come update once in a while. also, excuse the mistakes you come across, because i rushed through it, and did not have any time to edit. thanks, review, favorite, and follow please!