First Day of School.
"Monday, school, homework, drag," was the train of thought that filtered through your brain when your alarm woke you up.
Crawling out of bed, you did your morning rituals and put on your school uniform. Souji High School you believe it was called. Oh well, you'll worry about that when you get to the school.
Looking through your cupboards, you tried to find your coloured contacts, but to your dismay, there weren't any there.
"Mom, where are my coloured contacts?" you asked your mother politely when you found her in the kitchen.
"Oh, I threw them out."
"WHAT?!"
"It's about time that you had more confidence in yourself Himitsu Hanayaru," your mother asserted forcefully. "Besides, you're a beautiful girl, what do you need to hide anyway?"
She couldn't be farther from the truth; you hid yourself from the world because of your eyes. When you were younger, classmates always made fun of you for your eyes. Calling you a freak, loser, and odd chameleon eyes. Although the last one was lengthy, they seemed to be the favourite of your peers.
Hiroko, she knew about your eyes, ever since the two of you were seven, never asked you about it, never teased you about it. Her name meant, "generous child," although she was nicest person you knew, she did not tolerate anyone making fun of her friends. In a way, she was your guardian, defender, and you were very grateful for that. Whenever she was around, nobody dared to make fun of you for your eyes.
Reminded of your childhood, you fought with your mother for her to buy you contacts right that instant, instead she refused, and got your sorry bum into the car and drove you to school.
While getting there, you reviewed back to the day at the hotel. Your parents had found you sleeping in the closet, but you do not remember waking up and going there at all.
Going into the school, you searched heavily for your homeroom; this was quite difficult since you tried to keep your eyes on the floor.
"Need help?" a heavily accented voice asked you.
Keeping your head down, you turned around, and said, "It would be very much appreciated, thank you."
Sneaking a glance, you noticed that she had shoulder-length ebony black hair, and equally black eyes. Currently, she was flipping a coin, almost as if playing heads and tails with herself.
"Rats, tails again. This coin doesn't like me," she trailed off, tilted her eyes toward you, and exclaimed, "Hello, my name is Wong Xiao Mei. What is yours?"
"Himitsu Hanayaru," was your reply.
"Secret Night-flower huh? Nice name. Much better than mine…so stupid, my name anyway, makes me sound conceited…Well then Himitsu-sang, what is your homeroom?"
You told her, and she replied that she knew exactly where that was. The two of you exchanged timetables, and found out that the two of you had the exact same classes, for which you were glad. At least in each of the classes, you would have someone friendly that you could listen to.
"Well, Takaneshi-sensei often likes to make new students introduce themselves, you know, your name, what are your interests, stuff like that…well, anyway, he'll probably make you wait outside of the classroom, and then make you enter. I really don't know why, it's probably for some dramatic effect that I'll never know…anyway, I'll tell the teacher that you're here," Wong Xiao Mei reiterated to you in such a confusing manner, that it took you several seconds to figure out exactly what she was saying.
Waiting by the lockers, Wong Xiao Mei-san pointed you out to the teacher; Takaneshi-sensei looked up, smiled at you, and walked into class. Wong Xiao Mei ran towards you, and instructed you to stand by the door until the teacher semi-introduced you to the class.
Reading the look on your confused face, she stated that, "You'll know what to do when the time comes," and hurriedly ran into class before the teacher could mark her late.
After the class had settled down, Takaneshi-sensei paused, and remarked, "Class, we have a new student today. Please welcome her into the class."
Stepping into the classroom, you felt a horrid chill running up your leg and that chill slowly steeped into your spine, you hastily stepped back out, and you guessed that Takaneshi-sensei took this as a sign of your shyness for he replied, "Come one in, we won't bite."
You willed your body forward, against the aura that you sensed, and stood in front of the classroom, you steadily introduced yourself with your eyes directed to the floor.
"Ohaiyou gozailimus. Watashi wa Himitsu Hanayaru-des," you paused to bow to your classmates. "I will be your new classmate from now on. I have moved from quite a distance away, and live quite a distance from here," you told your peers in your soft voice. "That is all you need to know about me."
"Thank you Himitsu-chan," said your sensei in a slightly irritated tone. "You may sit behind…oh…Tsukishiro-kun. He's the boy with the silver hair."
Sneaking a glance, at the back, there was a very fair (as in pale) silver-haired boy with brown eyes and glasses. You felt the aura most strongly from him.
"Oh yes, Himitsu-chan, do you have your student handbook with you?" Takaneshi-sensei asked.
You hesitantly opened your jacket and pulled out the handbook from your pocket in your shirt. Takaneshi-sensei looked through it, making sure everything was in order, before handing it back to you.
While making the journey towards your seat, you felt many eyes boring holes on your back and head, trying to decipher you, trying to guess what you're feeling.
In all honesty, you were feeling horrified at the moment. With each step you took, the more ominous the aura seemed to be. It was when you sat down that you realized that you were sitting behind the source of all that…power…
With your head bowed down, you looked up towards Tsukishiro-san. You noticed that he had oddly silver hair. You pushed your chair back from him uneasily, you did not like the power/aura/whatever it was, that he was emitting.
After school spirit was established, along with any news of certain school activities and clubs, your teacher left the room while your classmates and you waited around for the English teacher.
The day whizzed by you, you taking in everything but what your teachers were trying to teach you. You hurriedly tried to finish your work during school hours so that way you didn't have to do much when you got home. Thankfully, you finished most of it during school hours, and decided that you had done enough for your own understanding.
After school with absolutely no homework needing to be addressed, you took the bus home, and after changing out of your uniform into something a bit more casual, you walked to the park.