Gakotenchi High Kohaku One

DAY ONE


The alarm clock screamed at me from across the room.  I glanced at the time.  6:42. Now why it’s exactly set to that, I don’t know.  All that I’m thinking right now is whether of not I should press the snooze and skip breakfast to get some extra z’s or to get up to get the good stuff in the cafeteria.  I eventually decide the latter.  I make my way into my uniform (today it’s black shirt red tie stupid plaid skirt, but then again its always stupid plaid skirt.) and head down to the caf.   Whaddya know everyone got here overnight almost, and they’re all not a bit tired.  And Ross’s already there, flirting with the usual cute boys.  Mrs. Maureen looks sympathetically at me as I pass by and ask for some French toast sticks that are looking really good right now.
“Aw, honey, did you get enough sleep last night?” I dumbly shake my head.  It’s too early to move my lips right now, except to eat.  She gives me two extra sticks.  She’s nice like that.  As I sit down at the nearest table I notice I’m not alone.  Two beautiful, pale twins look at me.  One was a girl, silently sipping at something that looked like tomato juice, and the other was a boy, who looked at me with what looked like lust… or hunger?  Their eyes were a brilliant pink, but you could only see the one of the boy’s because the other was covered by his silver hair.  Albinos.  The girl wore glasses, to add to their striking appearance, and I wondered why I hadn’t noticed them before, but then I realized I had seen them around.  They lived here too, over the summer.
“You must be one of the new students in the OW classes. Nice to meet you, my name’s Pasht.”  As I shook his paper white, almost perfect hand, I realized my back hurt.  He leaned so far into my ‘bubble’, I was forced to lean back. His face was an inch from mine.  His sister interrupted.
“And mine’s Melinda, and PASHT! Quit it!”  Quickly he snapped back into his own bubble, and slowly, I straightened up. “Forgive him, he’s stupid.”
“O-okay… umm… my name’s Kohaku.  It’s nice to meet you both.”  Melinda smiled at me and I saw that her eyeteeth were razor sharp and long.  Were they like that for all albino people?  I had never met any others, but I didn’t think so.  The rest of the time we ate our breakfasts in silence.
When I walked into health I saw at least a few familiar faces, because there was Ross, and Pasht, and another OW regular I met over summer break, Libra, with her cute ‘headband over one eye look’.  Naturally I sat down next to Ross.  When the teacher came in the room every one became hushed.  I do admit she seemed pretty young, and also somewhat pretty herself.  Her hair, which was put in a spiky bun in the back, was blonde, with red tips, and her eyes were tired looking, and blue.  She sat down at her desk, and slammed her head on her desk.
“Name’s Kairii, I’ll be your health teacher for this year.  Right now it’s free time, but I have two rules.  No noise and no inappropriate actions.” A boy in the back of the class snapped his fingers and said ‘aw man’ and everyone’s heads turned.  A boy with short, messy spiky black hair looked confused.
“Come ON!  People, I am NOT that perverted!!  Scratch that, I’m not perverted!”  The pretty blue eyed girl sitting next to him shook her head.
“I’m really surprised, Riyal. I’m really surprised.”
“Drifter…” Riyal started, but then the teacher snapped at them.
“I SAID QUIET, MR. RIYAL AND MS. DRIFTER!” the effect was immediate.  They both snapped to attention and were quiet.  Basically that’s how my entire first health class went.
The next class was history.  There I was out of my comfort zone because we had assigned seats.  REALLY OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.  I was seated next to this super quiet super scary but at the same time REALLY good looking boy.  He didn’t say word one to me the entire time.  For the rest of the year he’s supposed to be my partner to ask questions to.  I don’t think I’ll be able to though.  The teacher in this class is also very young (I think they’re all going to be young though) and his name is Telescopium.  We mainly learned about legends and myths of creation of the world today though.  We’re apparently only spending a week on each hundred or so year period though, so we can go from the beginning of civilization to present day.  Why he was talking about the creation of the world today and not the creation of civilization I’m guessing he’ll explain eventually but until then I guess I’ll just stay confused to bits.  When it was time to leave for science, I had accidentally dropped all of my books and paper and they scattered all over the floor. There were some people who stepped on them, but most stepped over them.  Then I saw another two pairs of hands helping me.  Of course one was Ross, and the other was… my history partner.
I only managed to say a small and polite thank you back to him.  I was too busy staring at his face.  It was, as I said, very good looking, but I noticed his RED eyes, and the scar leading to his left eye, which was covered by his hair.  The hair itself was raven black with red streaks that looked REALLY handsome with his entirely black attire.  When he helped me get the last of my stuff in order he caught me staring and looked up at me.  Before his eyes met mine I looked away, embarrassed.
The most interesting thing about science this year would have to be the teacher.  When we walked into the room, we sat down wherever. (HE sat down with some people who I just KNEW were troublemakers.)  At the front of the room was a ten year old in a red jacket.  The boy from my health class, Riyal, went up to her first.
“Aww, how cute! Who let this grade schooler in here? Hey, sweetie, how’d you get here?”
“Detention,” She replied. He was confused.
“What?”
“What is your name, student, because I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a detention.  I’m not some grade schooler.  I’m your teacher.”
“T-teacher? You’re like ten!”
“I am also a graduate of the IWIOTMA, and have been assigned full authority in this room.  I am also assigned with the teaching of elemental studies.  So I’d say that I’m your teacher.  Now… Riyal, I believe?  Riyal, I’m going to be nice and let you choose your punishment.  Two detentions or my alternate punishment?”
“I’ll take the detentions…”
“Good.  Now class, my name is Ms. Maelie.  I expect you to call me that.”  For the rest of the class she mainly was stressing the importance of safety within the classroom.  I remember the major points were things like, don’t electrocute each other, try not to set your lab partner on fire, don’t freeze people, and do not turn any body to stone.  (I’m still trying to figure that one out, I mean, what kind of crazy chemicals are we using?!)  Near the end of the period Miss Maelie gave us some free time.  I saw Ross flirting with one of the trouble makers (not my history partner, although he had red eyes too, but this guy’s were a different shade entirely, because my history partner’s are like a rose red) with a choppy kind of messy cool white hair style.  When he tried to flirt back, though, she just looked at him as if he was the most disgusting vulgar thing in the universe, and walked away.  He looked all confused which was hilarious.  Then who do you know shows up but Pasht, one of the albinos from breakfast.  (His eye teeth are really long too, just like his little sister.)
“Hey, Kohaku.”
“Oh! Hey there Pasht!  I don’t think you’ve met my friend Ross yet, have you?”
“Ross? No I don’t believe I have.”  Ross, who was previously oblivious suddenly turned to face us when she heard him say her name.
“Well, Pasht, this is Ross.  Ross, this is Pasht. I met him this morning in the cafeteria.”  He smiled at her and her eyes got all wide. I think she likes him, but then again with Ross you really can’t tell.  Then somebody from across the room called Pasht’s name and he went over to answer.  As soon as he left, Ross turned to me.
“I saw you staring at that boy over there ALL class Kohaku.”
“I was NOT!  He’s just my history partner!”
“Oh come ON!  It’s so obvious; you were giving him the look.”
“The look?  What look?”
“The ‘omg you’re so frickin hawt look!”
“I was not and what about that look you were just giving Pasht, huh?  Feigning innocence, I believe it is called?”
“That was not a look!  One, I am innocent and two; I’m just surprised at how sharp his teeth were.”
“Yeah, sure Ross.”  Then, conveniently for her, the bell rang.  This was to be one of the classes Ross and I weren’t taking together.  I was taking art and drama, whereas Ross was taking cosmetology classes.  She also had music while I took astronomy.  My art teacher was, as the trend seems to be, very young, and her name is Pictor.  When I got in the classroom guess who had the only available seat next to him- MY HISTORY PARTNER. (He’s like a stalker or something!)  It’s not that I don’t want to sit next to him; it’s just that he’s scary.  I guess it’s because he’s so much taller than me, and that he doesn’t talk, and that I don’t know him, and the fact that he’s always got such a blank unreadable look on his face.  I can’t ever tell what he’s feeling, or if he’s feeling anything.  He’s like one of those sci-fi cyborg things.  All we did was doodle, and when I glanced over I saw that my history partner’s drawings were AMAZING.  The people he drew were graceful and PERFECTLY PROPORTIONED which is something I’ll never do.  I really couldn’t help but say something!
“Wow… you’re a really good artist!”  I must have surprised him because he seemed startled to realize I was talking to him.
“It’s actually not my best…”
“Not… your best?  But its perfect!” he just shrugged and was quiet for the rest of the class.  AGAIN.  The bell once again rang and it was time to go to lunch.  I noticed that my history partner was sitting alone, and seemed to be asleep.  He seems kind of lonely, over there by himself.  It actually was pretty uneventful otherwise.  Then, of course, it was time for Math.
  The teacher in this class is Pyxis.  I saw a few of the girls drooling over him. (They are so superficial!)  He seems pretty nice, actually.  Though I know for a fact I’m going to have trouble in this class, though, because we started on work right away today and I am so confused!  We’re working with infinity and all of these variables and notations I have never heard of before, so something tells me that this is going to be one crazy year… in here we are working in tables, though.  The people in group are trouble makers and, of course, as the pattern seems to go, they include HIM.  My history partner really is a stalker!  Either that or his last name is really close alphabetically to mine.  CURSE YOU ALPHABET!!!!!!!!!!  I still don’t know his name, first or last.  I found out that the name of the boy Ross tried to flirt with during science, though.  His name is Zen.  The first thing we had to do was fifty problems, and I could only get less than half of them done.  Everyone else at our table got almost three quarters, and HE got it fully done, with pretty much the entire class period to spare!  I refuse to ask him for help though, because if I do, he’ll probably think I’m stupid, or desperate to talk to him, or something along those lines. So I refuse.  Well, then the class ended and it was time to go underground.
Apparently the literature classes are held in the basement.  Now the teacher here is not as young as the rest, she’s probably only thirty or so, but she’s really pretty.  She has darker skin, her hair is green, her eyes are this brilliant blue, and her name is Emerald.  This is one class I will actually do well at!  Like in math we all started to learn right away, and I was done in five minutes.  Than again, so was HE.  He’s good at everything!  He’s better than me at math, at art, and as good as me at literature and history!  WHY AM I SO FLAWED AND HE SO PERFECT!!!  The period went by slowly and all I could do with my free time was brood over my terrible luck.  
When I got to drama, I was about to scream, because HE WAS THERE AGAIN!  What kind of cruel and terrible life do I have?  The teacher here is Sextans, and he looks very artsy and smart.  He is a man, but his hair is longer and he lets it free, but that does not take away from his manly appearance.  And he has glasses.  And fangirls.  Oh so many fangirls.  Nonetheless, I believe my history partner to be so much more than just that.  I’m pretty sure he’s in ALL of my classes.  Which really sucks for me.  All that we did was get to know the teacher and the course, and before I knew it, it was time to go to gym.  As I suspected, HE and I had an identical schedule.  
When I walked to the stretch of land outside that was designated as the makeshift ‘gym’ I noticed that this was not going to be sports oriented.  The teacher had a sword in his hand and was addressing the class that in order to know what each of us could do, he was going to pair us up for sparring matches.  The first two, for an example, were Zen and Pasht.  They both moved too quickly for me to understand exactly what was going on and before I knew it, everything was over.  Pasht was completely in half.  His legs were still walking around though!  And his head was yelling at Zen!  The last thing I can remember before I woke up in the nurse‘s office the next morning was felling nauseous and my knees buckling out under me, and falling as I blacked out.