A/U: Sorry for the wait (he he, it took me four attempts for me to spell wait right I kept spelling it weight, maybe it's true what they say about blondes). For the ideas for the uniform I had to look at sooo many Japanese school girls uniform, I bet if anyone looks at my Google search history they'll think I'm a serious pedo. Just to clarify in my fanfic the legal age for sex is sixteen (just so there's no confusion with later chapters, Reno's not a kiddy fiddler) and Sky's is in her last year of high school. Please review.
I'm watching Reno leave as the bell rings signalling the start of class, I look at my lesson rota and note that I've got math in room 112. Ignoring the stares and forcing myself to hold my head up high I search for my class unwilling to talk to anyone in order to ask for directions, it took me a while a while to find it but thankfully when I'm walking into the room there is no teacher in sight. I refuse to acknowledge them but l can feel that eyes are on me, I blank them out I and walk casually to the only empty desk in the room which is right at the back in the far corner. As I'm walking passed the other desks I am painfully aware that everyone else is wearing their uniform in the same boring manner. The other girls and boys are leaning over their desks whispering and occasionally giggling I catch a few stares and when I do I glare back. I remind myself of the rules of the slum's school; never show any weakness and watch closely for theirs. Everyone sits up straight and the room is filled with silence when the door opens and a hunchbacked middle-aged man with thinning light brown hair and a serious over bite walks in, he slams his books and folders onto the desk with a thump. Getting bored already I take out a sheet of paper from my desk and start to draw the strange looking man at the front of the class, he's starting to call out names and the students quickly and politely answer. I'm concentrating intently on capturing his wonky eye, "Sky-Blue? Sky-Blue Levine?" I manage to hide my shock as the person from my picture is now stood over me and practically screeching my name, "Sky-Blue!"
"What?" I yell back while wiping some of his spittle from my right cheek. He looks at my picture and snatches it off of my desk ripping it up as he walks over to the bin in the far corner. As he makes his way back to his desk he takes out a piece of chalk from his jacket pocket and writes his name on the board on the wall in the messiest chicken scratch scribble I've ever seen.
"Class, we have a new student here today. Sky-Blue I'm Mr Elder, and why don't you stand up and introduce yourself to your class mates, maybe you could tell them something about you, other that the fact that your rude." I roll my eyes as I stand up and lean back against my desk staring at the rest of the class.
"Well first off my name aint Sky-Blue it's Sky." I play up my slum slur "I'm from the slums, my ma died from an overdose a couple of days ago, about time too if ya ask me. And now I'm stuck up here where it seems to be a remake of The Stepford Wives. And I aint Rude, that's the bald guy with the sunglasses that doesn't talk very much. Any questions?" I'm greeted with silence and open mouthed stares, I can't help but wear a cocky grin at the reactions I've received. I turn to glare at Mr Elder as my ass reclaims my seat; I sit back with my feet on the top to the wooden desk.
Mr Elder's face is beetroot red as he searches through his papers grabbing a pile of booklets and handing them out, "This is a mock exam this is not a real exam it's just so you can get a feel of what the real one will be like. We will be working under exam conditions, so talking, note swapping or cheating of any kind or you will be sent to the headmistress's office." He looks at me while he is saying this, when he reaches my table he sneers at me and leans in too close for my own comfort but I don't let him see it. "Let me know if you get stuck on anything wont you Sky-Blue? If there's a multisyllabic word or a simple multiplication formula you don't understand." I can tell that he's using my full name and large words to seem superior and to piss me off its working, but still I meet his gaze with my steady one. I'm guessing at school he was one of those who was tormented and picked on; he must see this as getting his revenge.
"Sure." I snatch the booklet out from his hand and flick through roughly skimming it. I'm pretty good at maths I'm not so good at explaining how I did it, but just with that quick look I can tell it's going to be a piece of piss. Mr Elder sits down at his desk with his head held high and a smirk on his facial expression and starts looking through other papers. I reach into my desk looking for a pen or pencil.
"No calculators Miss Levine!" I hold up my new found pen between my ring finger and my middle finger at him I can hear some quiet giggles in the background followed by a round of coughs trying to cover up their break from the robotic grip of the school. Satisfied that I'm not cheating and obviously not getting the joke he nods to himself mentally self congratulating himself for keeping the time honoured rules of the exam alive, and continues looking through and marking other pupils work. "You all have fifteen minutes to do as much as you can, starting now." Everyone put their heads down and pens on their papers in perfect sync, I sat back in my seat and got my PHS out discreetly and played with it from under my desk. After five minutes of looking for a decent game on there I give up and decide to make a start on the exam paper.