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Yukino's POV:
I'm already upset with my boyfriend, and now this. The teacher is trying to stay calm, but my bad mood is causing him to sweat. Geez, it was a beautiful day but hearing that my boyfriend got into another traffic accident. Change everything. Hikigaya-kun tried to in-sure me that he did not get hurt. He pulled a first-year back to safety before she gets hit by traffic. Even though he claims to be alright, learning about the accident via text message does not help. I'm more worried now. Then we have a foolish first-year representative that has a superiority complex. I had enough of this. I walk toward the microphone. The teacher tried to stop me, but my glare scared him. As I was on stage, whispers were going around the audience.
I took the mic away from that Inazuma child. Yes, a child.
"I'm Yukinoshita Yukino of class 3-J, the representative of my class for three years now. New students, you have three years to grow into adults that you want to be. Studying is one part of it. But you'll change throughout those three years, and there is nothing you can do about that. Only a few of you might not change at all, but you'll need the strength and willpower to do that. To our teachers, continue to guide us. Thank you."
I walk off the stage.
Kyouko Izanami's POV:
It's been a week since the start of school, and I think I made a friend. The girl is a teenager of above-average height and slender build. She has long, pale blue hair that reaches down to her waist and short choppy bangs. Her eye color is pigeon blue, and she has a beauty mark underneath her right eye. She has great legs. I wonder if she models or plays a sport. Her school uniform is not up to school standards like mine. She has two buttons of her shirt undone and doesn't tuck it in. Sometimes, she doesn't wear the blazer. If she does wear it, it is left unbuttoned. A grey cardigan is often seen around her waist. She has scrunchies in her hair and around her wrists.
I met her at the roof while searching for a place to eat lunch. I think she might like me since she lets me eat here now. Okay, maybe I'm a bit optimistic.
"Kyouko-kun, after class come see me at my office." Said Kibe-sensei as she began the lesson.
"I guess Ms. Whore is getting expelled." The girls whispered behind me.
My gut sank. I blink several times to hold my tears.
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I open the teacher lounge's door. I see Kibe-sensei punch a teenage boy of average height and build in the stomach. He has medium-short black hair and an ahoge. He does not wear his uniform up to school standards either; he does not wear the tie and wears a black shirt underneath the dress shirt.
It sounds painful the punch, but the teenager didn't seem affected at all. It was Kibe-sensei that was in pain. The boy turned around to look at who opened the door behind him. I was surprised by him. His main feature is a set of dead fish eyes. I took a step back because I was scared.
"Well, sensei, I'm heading back now." Said the boy.
"K-Kyouko-kun?" Asked Kibe-sensei as I walk closer to her.
"Yes," I replied.
"Let take a seat and talk." Said Kibe-sensei.
She guild me to some gray metallic room dividers. Behind the screen were two gray sofas and a glass coffee table. We took opposite seats.
"Well then, let's get to the point. It seems that your parents and formal teachers are worried about you. Do you have a brother?" Asked Kibe-sensei.
I nodded.
"I see. Your parents and teacher asked me about you. But the main point was about your brother. They talk about how he has high grades or how social he is. I'll make this easier for you to understand. You are a better fit for this school than your brother. We prepare our students for Universities. that is our main focus." She said.
"I see," I replied unsurely.
"Test results are one part of our selection. The interview section is a major factor for us. We deem that you have better qualities that universities and careers are looking for. Just by observing you, I can tell you are not satisfied with the answer. That why we are going to have a teacher visit with your parents." Said Kibe-sensei.
I didn't know what to say. I have mixed feelings. I should be happy that I am qualified to be at this school.
"I-" I tried to reply.
"We'll talk more after school. I'll see you here then. You can go now."
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I was following Kibe-sensei to the special-use building, the location of some of our school clubs. We stop before a classroom. Kibe-sensei slid the door open. Desks and chairs were stacked up in one corner of the room. In the middle of this room was a table. This room was ordinary, but what made it different was a girl. She was reading a book. I know this person.
Yukinoshita-senpai!
I mention this before. This was the last thing I wrote that I had confidence in before the passing of several family members. This also includes editing I had trouble with it.