I woke up to the familiar surroundings that was my bedroom. It was pretty standard too, square with a door in a corner, tall, dark brown carpet and sky blue walls. I had a tall, light brown, dresser next to the door. To the left of it was a vanity that had originally belonged to my aunt. It was frame of it, and the matching chair was a light green metal, with aluminum like qualities. The metal was detailed with branching leaves and a few robins and hummingbirds here and there. The actual table part of it was glass while the cushion for the chair was a white. My bed was in the corner of the room in a diagonal. My bed had a deep brown sheets and a forest green colored comforter. Beside the bed was a night stand that matched both the dresser previously mentioned and the bookcase, both next to it and underneath the window. On the last wall was a small closet and a few boxes for various things. Notably, art supplies, soccer gear, fabric, and a sewing machine.

I checked the clock on my nightstand. It read, 6:43. I rolled on to my back letting out a sigh. I doubted that I would make the team after my little out burst. I really hate that coach. Judging people using only one detail is wrong. I wonder why he hated females. Could it be that he had a bad relationship with one? Was one of the possibilities that ran through my head. It seemed cliched but it was still a possibility. I sat up, threw my legs over the side of my bed, and stood up. Opening a drawer of the dresser I pulled out the three outfits I had picked out for today.

My school outfit was a loose, dark blue tee-shirt; a black, light-weight jacket; baggy jeans; sneakers; and of course my beanie.

My soccer outfit had the same shirt and jacket but instead of jeans I had black shorts, dark blue soccer socks, ankle-guarded shinguards, and white cleats.

My after school outfit had a bootcut jeans, the same flats from yesterday, and a long-sleeved top, embroided with butterflies in a golden thread.

I may as well be in some really weird play with multiple costume changes, and a character with a personality disorder. I quickly got dressed after giving myself a flat chest. Leaving my room I grabbed a piece of toast, eggs and a glass of milk. Everyone in my family was rushing. My mom hustled to get all five of my younger siblings out the door, and my dad had already left for work. I had to eat quickly so I'd get to the bus on time.

It had been frustrating that I had missed the bus twice now. Granted, it was probably a good thing that I did last night. If Mr. Fujioka had gotten hurt I wonder what the other six boys would do. Well, I really hope I won't have to see any of them again.

After eating, I put my dishes in the sink and walked out to the bus. I was surprised to see Mr. Fujioka standing there waiting. I was about to turn around when he spotted me. "Oh, hi Rosaku!"

Grumbling I walked up to him, "Please, I would prefer it if you would use my last name. It will go over much easier for soccer." I said sighing. Fujioka just nodded. We stood there in awkward silence till we were on the bus, and he decided to break the ice. We had to sit next to each other since there wasn't much room. We only chit-chatted about small things till I said, "I never knew you rode this bus, have you all the time?" I was genuinely curious, but should've expected the answer to be what it was.

He gave an awkward smile before answering, "Oh, I got jumped last night and figured I should actually start taking the bus instead of walking." He was as blunt as ever.

"So in other words, you're avoiding conflict?" He just nodded. The guy was weird. There was something different about him and I couldn't tell what. It was infuriating. sighing I grabbed my notebook out of my bag and checked my math over again. It was Algebra 2. First year students would usually be taking Geometry, but math was the easiest core subject, second to Language Arts in my opinion. Despite the fact that I was always below Fujioka on the scoring list, he and I were apparently tied for first, according to the chairman.

Morning classes went fairly quick again, excluding the fact that the Hitachiin twins realized that we were in the same class around the time I realized. They had smart mouths and kept trying to push my buttons by teasing me about my 'girly' name. The fact that I was a girl helped me drain all annoyance that the Hitachiins tried to serve. It was lunch time and I was eating outside as usual. My eyes kept on drifting towards the rose maze. I began to have annoyingly deep thoughts.

Roses always have the fragrance that attracts most pollinating insects and ladies. I wonder why roses represent love. I suppose it has to do with the thorns. Thorns usually mean pain or death. So when people cut the thorns off it could mean the end of pain and death. Red roses are always used for love though, never yellow or pink. Well, the color red is always associated with love I suppose. So, a rose with it's thorns cut off as a gift could mean that their love for you is stronger than any pain or death. Thorns could also mean protection though. So, when you love someone, the only protection you need is the love itself?

I pondered over the many thoughts running around in my head till the bell rang. Finally, the team would be posted! I couldn't wait, I ran to the chairman's office. The list was posted on the door rather than inside his office. Everyone was crowding around the flyer, even the annoying blonde with the fangirling girls behind him.

"Oh, Tamaki did you make it?" One girl asked.

"Of course he did!" Another one reacted. "He was on the team as first year, of course he made it." They just kept going on and on. These girls were really dense.

"Well I wouldn't be too sure of that…" Mr. Suoh said, "I think Coach Hibiki got really angry at me during the interviews." He said with only the smallest hint of melancholy. Not that the girls even noticed though. They were to busy fangirling over him. I rolled my eyes and read the list.

1 - Hinata, Hideki

2- Fotoshi, Isamu

8 - Suoh, Tamaki

11 - Tsuratsi, Rosaku

I didn't even bother to read any farther, I was ecstatic. I didn't even care about Mr. Suoh, I had made the soccer team I wasn't even allowed to tryout for! I felt giddy but only smirked at the roster after reading my name. I then rushed to my next class, art.

The assignment was to draw something in a style use by Picasso, Pablo. You would assume that most of the class would be using his most known style, cubism, but you'd be wrong. Nearly all the girls were painting with his style from the Rose Period, usually with a guy that Mr. Suoh introduced me to. The guys had a very good balance with styles though. Some were using Analytic Cubism or the Blue Period. I had chosen the blue period.

I knew I wasn't good at art, but I understood the basics and could interpret stuff most people wouldn't. For example in his Blue Period, Picasso made sure the cheekbones were high and noticeable while giving the eyes a distant look. The piece I was working on had a girl with her back to the viewer. She was standing on a hill and was nearly a silhouette, her raven, black hair was being blown to the right, allowing some strands of hair block out the sun. All while using blue colors only.

I had only painted the lighter shades when class was dismissed. We had all week to work on it but I wanted to finish it. I was obviously disappointed that I couldn't finish it but was still happy about how the day had gone none the less.

After art I had gone to language arts, and finally the class for second years' math. I remained as far away from certain, obnoxious blonde and the sketchy four-eyes next to him. They were near the front of the class, whereas I remained in the back. He was such a loud mouth! How did I not realized that he was in my math class!" I had sighed many times over my stupidity in that hour of class.

I let out a sigh of relief when class ended and I retreated to the rose maze for the next period. The idea behind this period was for all the students to attend a club or have extra study time. It was fun to read my book and relax instead of running circles around in my head. All my nerves had melted away after getting the tryout results and my art class. I became so enthralled in my book I didn't even notice the two people come up behind me before each one had grabbed one of my arms, and either my bag or book, depending on which arm they had grabbed. and dragged me towards the school building.

"Weak"

Ignoring that, I looked up to see the ginger twins. Curse them! I thought to myself. I was only less than an inch shorter than them and I got dragged by them into a room labeled, Music Room 3.

My jaw dropped after seeing the room, "What the heck?"