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Three
It's weird hearing the whispers of my peers when I walk into my first class of the day, Homeroom. I know that my face is perfect do to fixing up what make-up I'm wearing and that my modified boy's uniform hasn't a single wrinkle on it. I instantly recognize Gekko-san's youngest daughter and Koi-san's only granddaughter the second I walk in but no one from the Host Club. Yet, at any rate. I hand the sensei, a man in his late-forties with big circular glasses and a balding head, a piece of paper that I have to give him from the Administrations Offices and stand there facing the class with my back ram-rod straight and my head held high. I keep my facial expression blank as I wait for the sensei to introduce me.
"Class," the sensei calls a second later and the classroom falls quiet, "this is… Ameissui Hoshimi-san. She's a new student from… is this right, Ameissui-san?"
I nod knowing the school he's referring to. I spent my last year of high school there three years ago. I'm the youngest graduate of this day and age though newspapers don't know that. I see him eye me for a second before shrugging and continuing. "She's a new student from Lobelia Academy for Young Women. Say something about yourself, Ameissui-san."
I want to smooth my light blue pencil skirt but refrain from doing such an embarrassing act and stare the students of the class in the eye. "My name is Ameissui Hoshimi, but I prefer to go by Hoshi, and I've been to many different private schools. My Ojii-san is Ameissui Fubu-sama and I am his only living heir. Thank you," I say with a bow then straighten. I turn to look at the sensei to see if what I said is good enough, and he nods. I give him the cold shoulder and take a seat by the windows in the back. The whispers of my fellow peers pass right by me as I set down my bag and take a seat. I hate Homeroom. It's used as a social calling for students instead of a chance to get what work you haven't finished the night before done.
The courtyard with the peeing cherub in a filthy pool catches my attention, and I force back a scoff. No class at all. If it were up to me, I'd get rid of that monstrosity right away. I do not like things, even if they are a type of angel and a baby at that, peeing in my pools. At all. Maybe a Roman or Greek statue will work much better than a peeing cherub. I prefer nudity over that anyday.
"Um, excuse me, Ameissui-san?" a timid voice calls from my right instantly drawing me out of my thoughts and I turn my head to see who is is. "Can I ask you a question?"
"And what would that be?" I ask with a monotone voice and hold back a sigh. I really do prefer Hoshi over Ameissui-san. Makes me sound like my Okaa-san or Otou-san which I am neither. I'm just plain Hoshi. I jump back out of my thought and focus on the girl who seems to be my age though the shape of her face appears younger than eighteen. Maybe fifteen? She has pretty blue eyes and long light brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. She shuffled her feet, or I assume she does considering I can't see her doing it and can only hear it. She twiddles her thumbs and looks off to the side. She's nervous. Interesting.
"Why-why are you wearing a modified version of the male's uniform?" she stutters and I give her a strange look. Gossip? That's the only conclusion I can come up with as to why she'd ask that question. Then again, I did get strange looks this morning when I exited my limousine. I wonder if she has ever heard of the saying "curiosity killed the cat".
"Because," I say and quickly think of a plausible excuse other than 'It's a horrid dress that deserves to be burned in Hell for its extreme ugliness'. That would cause all sorts of trouble for me and Ojii-san, "I don't want to." I mentally shrug with a pat on the back for good measure. I guess that will have to do for now. I will have to give a better excuse later on so I don't sound like a spoiled bitch.
"Oh-oh, o-okay," she says with a small smile and walks to her seat up front. I raise as eyebrow at her back before looking out the window once more. What an interesting girl. I wonder if she acts that way around everyone and not just me. People are always nervous around me because of Ojii-san's reputation and the rumors that fly around about my secret profession of being Ojii-san's personal assassin. All of which are ture but the world doesn't need to know that yet. Or ever if Ojii-san has his way. And he always does.
A sigh catches my attention and it takes me a couple of seconds to realize that it's me sighing. I want to scowl but refrain from doing so and eye my fellow peers out of the corner of my eye and through their reflections in the windows. I fight a glare when I see that they're all watching me. I'm not some damn circus or side show for them to stare at!
"Do you mind?" I call out in a clear, loud voice and I watch in gleeful satisfaction as everyone suddenly looks away, some of them blushing. Good. They know they were doing something inappropriate. At least, they have manners. Something, though, drilled into all of us at a young age. A bell rings signaling the start of the next class, and making me jump in the process, and I do allow myself to sigh. I have a feeling that today is going to be a terribly long day.
Whew! It's been forever since I last updated. Sorry for that. Here you guys go! Another long chappie for ya! (^-^)