(I will try and update as soon as I can, I hope I'm improving...maybe...okay probably not hahaha.. :P)
It wasn't long before I was rudely awakened even though I shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place. Mr. Redding was standing right in front of me, and his face was beet red. I have never seen such a scary look on someones face before, I just gulped. He glared at me and said, "Nanoha, why were you sleeping in class?" I could hear the murderous intent behind those words, and no one could help me out of this situation. "I'm really s-sorry, I guess I couldn't s-sleep well yesterday." Of course out of nerves, I stuttered a bit and I swear I heard some people snickering. He spun around going to the front of the room and muttered low enough only for me to hear, "Don't ever do that again, you're lucky this is the first day."
And that was the moment I knew I would not get along with this teacher at all. The peculiar thing about this school is that you stayed in one class the whole day with the same teacher...and the same people sitting near you. I dared to look at Fate, and she was writing in her notebook. She must have noticed someone was watching her so she she looked around until her eyes fell on me. My cheeks flushed even more than they were and I whipped my head away from her. Why was I blushing? I face palmed myself, stupid stupid stupid-
"Nanoha, why are you hitting yourself in the head?" Mr. Redding again.
I slammed my head against the desk, groaning. This is going to be a long year. An hour passed and he seemed to be done with the rules and guidelines we should follow at all times, purposely looking at me most of the time. Once I saw what was being written on the board, I muttered choice words under my breath. It was what classes we were going to be learning this year. Algebra, Chemistry, American History, Literature, and Theatre- wait, what? "Hey, Mr. Redding, what's Theatre and why is it on the board?" asked Suzuka. She must have read my mind, I looked her way and smiled and she returned it knowingly. "Well", Mr. Redding began, "We believe people should learn to have better social skills and public speaking so we decided to do a play once a month, and it will be public for the whole school and any other visitors to come. Everyone will be apart of the play, since there are only 12 people in this class." A few people chuckled at that, others frowned. He kept talking, "So the play we are doing this month is going to be Sleeping Beauty, and I will not pick the parts , you are going to take a piece of paper from a hat and that's what you are. No exchanging and no complaining, okay?" My brother raised his hand this time, "Mr. Redding, why are you telling us this on the first day?" returned the smile, an evil glint in his eyes, "Because, we are going to start rehearsing the play tomorrow, but don't worry I will have the scripts and you will know your part tomorrow." People stared at him in fear and horror, surprised a teacher would give us a project, let along a play on the first day.
The rest of the day seemed to go by quickly. Basically, we had lunch after the discussion and he talked about what exact things we were going to learn in each class. I waved at my four best friends walking the opposite way from me and Yuuno, since we live in a bakery just down the street. Yes, our foster mom owns a bakery and we sometimes help out with her, so we can get close with her. It's called the Pastry Pantry. Never mind the name, but dang, the food is so good. We walk in a calm silence and we take a left, the bakery coming in view. It is two stories, the first one is for the business, and the second story is where we live. That may sound weird but it's funny hearing the random stories customers will tell Lindy when me and Yuuno are "tucked in bed" when it's midnight. Some are really sad, Lindy is the kind of person you like to open up to and feel safe with.
But when we got inside, we saw the store must have been closed early because it was dark besides a light illuminating the other end of the building and two people sat there, a mysterious man and Lindy. Lindy seemed to be blushing a lot and talking cheerfully, the candles brightening up her smile even more. The man laughed with her, and then it came to me. She was looking for a boyfriend. She has had a lot over the past few months, but none seemed to stick, probably because she has two "kids". At one point I felt so guilty about it, I asked if she still wanted it, and she just hugged me and convinced me she would never do that, no matter what would or will happen.
We decided to leave them be and snuck by, climbing up the stairs to go to our separate rooms. I closed the door behind me so I could think a bit more clearly. I took my hair out of my ponytail and toyed with it using my hands, a nervous habit I do a lot. I pick up the picture of my mom and stare at it, smiling silently. My brother says I looked like her a lot, but I didn't have her eyes or facial features, just her hair and color. We were all standing there except for dad, I have never seen what he looked like, and whenever I brought the subject up, my brother would avoid it at all costs. It's like he wants to tell me, but he's too scared. But what could he be scared of? Then school flashes across my mind again, and I remember the play again. Sleeping Beauty, isn't there kissing and stuff in that movie? I graze my lips with my fingers. I have never thought of romantic things like that, even though I am 15 and have watched basically every teen drama. I loved Hayate for introducing me to Mean Girls. I look around my room once more, taking it all in.
The walls were painted a dark blue with white outlines, and there wasn't much furniture. There was my desk, my mirror and my bed, with the exception of the blue bean bag chair in the corner of the room I never used. Yes if you haven't noticed, I love the color blue, it reminds me of the ocean and it seems to calm me somehow. Everyone says that any color of blue really brings out my sapphire eyes. Laying down on the bed, I soon fell into a deep sleep. I started to have a nice dream, I was in the backyard and I looked around 6 years old or so? Anyways, I was coming back inside the house for dinner since it was getting dark and my brother was setting the table. My mom was sitting across the table and there was no sign of a man around. I sit down at what appears to be my seat at the table and start eating the mashed potatoes and steak, getting full fast. Then my mom shooed us into our room fast, as if trying to protect us from something. Then the door opens up really fast. A man ran so fast across to Momoko, I couldn't clearly see his face. I had the door barely open so I could see what was happening, and he seemed to be really angry with mom for some reason I couldn't understand. He had a beer bottle in hand, then I realized what was going to happen. My younger self in my dream ran away from me and towards my mom, shielding her from the blow of the bottle. The younger Nanoha fell to the ground in pain, obviously knocked out, and painful memories came back. Except I never remember what I was about to see now. My dad was obviously drunk and he ignored me on the floor and got another bottle of beer. I thought my mother was going to defend me, but instead she ran away from Shiro crying, out of the house. The only problem is the tears blurred her eyesight and she never saw the truck that hit her. My dad saw what happened and finally snapped out of it. But it was too late, he was in trouble and the police came rushing inside the house, armed with weapons. They started dragging my dead body away, and I was also being dragged too. I started screaming, "I'm not leaving without my sister, we need to stick together, I can't leave her like this!" That wasn't my voice. It was Yuuno's. I was experiencing the whole dream in Yuuno's perspective.