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Here it is, the technical first chapter to our story!

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"Gotta go mom! "

"Did you remember your bento? "

"Yes, mom. I have to go! "

Eight thirty, that's the time she needed to be there. Even after she had fallen asleep, and after she had dreamed of the new life that was awaiting her, she still remembered that number. Wrestling on her messenger bag, a simple tap against the floor allowed her shoes to slip on. White stockings always went well with black, and the fact that the uniform was mandatory with black was helpful. Was she over thinking it again? A sigh passed the girl's lips, pushing the door open to start her walk to Teikō. Spring, even while the cherry blossoms were dancing across the sky and her legs were carrying her new school, Masami couldn't help but feel anxious in the presence of that fact. She could see her fellow students, decorated in shades of pastel blues and white, a vague reminder of the passing season. No single sight of any of her friends, the girl's wistful mocha gaze kept on forward. There it was, in its full glory, Teikō Junior High. In her awe, she barely noticed a passing student, gently moving to the side. Did people usually have a hair color like that? Well, she was fairly ordinary, not that she hated it but it was the truth. Black hair, brown eyes, being Japanese tended to limit the options she was given in the genetic pool. Sadly, the genetic pool gifted her with a lack of height, and her father's terrible vision seemed handed down as well. But this person that she bumped it, were they a delinquent? Her mother always warned her of the type.

"Ah, sorry...I didn't see you there for a second. "

"It's okay. "

Such a quiet voice, barely noticeable to the girl's ears. Nonetheless, she continued walking, a quaint yet astonished gasp escaping her lips the moment she passed the gate. They weren't kidding when she was told how many clubs were available, the club tables went on forever! Her worries did not quell, yet a smile breached Masami's lips, taking in as much air as possible. What clubs would she join? She always loved drawing, and being in the art club meant that she might meet new people that she never met before. Dusting off the fallen flower petals that decorated her head in her astonishment, she began her walk towards the Art Club's booth, clearing her throat in an attempt to garner attention. Did…did they notice her yet? Even a quiet, "Excuse me", didn't divert any gazes towards her. Raising her voice, Masami's lips curved into a polite smile, one hand tucked gently into the crook of her neck. If only she had a larger presence or if she spoke louder than what she normally did.

"Excuse me! I wish to join…The Art club! "

"Huh? "

Ah! So it did work! She couldn't help but smile a bit more, swallowing down whatever anxious mess was bubbling in her chest. Now then, time to join the club! The head of the club seemed like a kind person, from what she could see, he seemed to be a second year. Black hair, black eyes, the only distinguishing features he was gifted with was a sole mole below his bottom lip. He wasn't ugly, but neither was he handsome. Perhaps average was the best word she could describe him with. She barely noticed the fact that she was staring, but the moment that he cleared his own throat, she was drawn out of her own world. Stuttering in embarrassment for a small second, she took the time to extend her hand, waiting for the other to shake it. To her relief, he had done so fairly soon.

"Hello! My name is Watanabe Masami, I was wondering if…I could join the Art club? "

"You wish to join? Well, we are always welcome to new members. Do you have anything like a sketchbook or a piece of art that I could see? "

"Oh…yeah! "

She had taken the time to test out her new pens when she had gotten them, drawing out her notebook from her bag to hand to the male. As an artist, she knew she wasn't the best, not by a long shot but at the very least she continued drawing in the hope that she could be. The head's scrutinizing gaze brought an even more terrified smile to Masami's lips, bouncing back and forth on the heels of her shoes. What would he say? Would he deny her from the club because he didn't like what she drew? It was just a picture of her brother! Maybe she was over thinking this? Why was he smiling like that? God, the thoughts were driving her insane and she didn't even get to her class to begin with!

"We'd love for you to join the club. Why don't you fill this form, then you're an official member of club. Oh, and my name's Matsushita Osamu. Welcome to the club, Masami. "

Wait, what? So she was over thinking it! The once terrified smile bloomed into the most relieved grin she could muster, furiously nodding and grabbing her notebook from Osamu's pallid palm in order to fill out the form. With all the thinking, and all the worrying, she needed to worry more about not seeming like a weirdo in this new environment. Passing the paper towards the other, a quick run over on when the club would meet and the rules was all she needed before scurrying off to find out where her classroom was. All these people were so much taller than her, Masami thought as she dodged another incoming student. A brief exchange caught her gaze, an attempt to get another student to join their club. Was he holding a phone book? And what was his hair color? Is this a school full of delinquents? She could only hope not, one of her biggest fears was being in danger, and that was exactly what delinquents were. Never mind that, meeting her teacher and getting to class was more important. Stumbling up the stairs, she managed to avoid a group of students before finding her classroom. 1-A, and there she was.

She could see the students, all with their respective groups, chattering and laughing. A few caught her eye, another delinquent it seemed, a girl with the smile that seemed to shine in comparison to the sun, and another boy much more ordinary then the other. It seemed that her teacher hadn't made his presence known, swallowing down whatever fear was going to make itself present in order to take a seat towards the back of the classroom. No one had made note of her presence, easing her stuttering heartbeat as she watched her classmates. The girl was beautiful, hair that flowed down her back in gentle waves and a set of amber hues, yet not a single drop of envy dripped into her thoughts. She was beautiful, and Masami was almost happy to be able to see such a person. A turn of her head, and she was gifted with another presence. Ordinary, that seemed the tradition that came of a few guys she had seen. A mass of charcoal locks, somewhat messy in arrangement, the boy's wide set of grey eyes and fragile features reminded her of an elementary school student. She almost wished to know who he was, if it wasn't for the anxiety regarding meeting new people. The last turn of her head allowed her a full gulp of who the delinquent was.

Blonde, completely and utterly blonde. Was he an exchange student? She heard of how Americans looked, maybe he was one of them! A quick thought and Masami couldn't help but wonder if the delinquent was related to the beautiful girl, they held a similar eye color and they were both beautiful. While she had wished to analyze the other a bit more, the audible creak of the door opening and the arrival of her homeroom teacher brought her attention towards the front of the classroom. Tall, dressed like a famous j-pop idol, and the fact that he looked like one easily caught the class' attention. Well, especially when all the folders in his hands went flying across the ground.

"Oh.. "

This was going to be a long day.