Fukuoka Anomalous Private School [SOON]

[ Volume I ] The Irregulars: Chapter 1

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( : Daiichi High School : )

In a pandemonium room, a teenage girl took her seat at the back alone. Her long messy jet black hair covered her pale face as she looks at her old shoes. Nobody dares to speak with her or get near her, rumors had long spread that she's cursed.

Izaya Mirai.

Ever since that day on her kindergarten class, everyone seems to be avoiding her. She had always thought that everything she knows is pretty normal, considering that back then she was still a child who would always speak what comes to her mind first.

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A mini version of Mirai stood in front of the class with glassy eyes. Her eyes roaming to look for the familiar figure of her mother that came with her.

" ' What's wrong? Do you feel unwell? ' " The teacher asked her as she knelt beside Mirai, who was still roaming her eyes in hopes to catch a glimpse of her mother.

" ' Your mother is watching you, give yourself a favor and introduce yourself, it will make your mama proud! Otherwise, she would be sad if you can't properly introduce yourself ' "

The eyes of the child widened, and she bit her inner lip not to burst out, "I won't cry, I will introduce myself to make Mama proud!" she repeated a thought in her mind like a mantra.

" ' I-Izaya Mirai! ' " The girl introduced herself with a high pitch voice and bowed deeply in front of the class, her grip on the straps of her bag tightened as she quivered both in nervousness and embarrassment.

She received warm welcomes after she stood straight to look at her classmates, her eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar white dress outside the classroom. Her mother was standing on the doorway with a kind expression on her face as she gave the girl a thumbs up, she looks proud at what I did! "Mama is proud!" The young girl thought and finally wiped her teary eyes.

" ' If Mama is happy then Mirai will do her best! ' " The girl thought as she walked and settled on a vacant empty seat. She carefully put her backpack down and grab her notebook and pencil out, carefully laying it down on her desk.

Once she finished, she then looked to the direction of her mother again. Her eyes shining as if it was saying: "Mama look! I got my things out and arranged it carefully by myself!"

Her mother soundlessly clapped at her, mouthing a "Well done!" at her. The girl smiled childishly and turned to look at her teacher. Listening to what she was saying, her nervousness slowly fading as her consciousness starts paying attention to what her teacher is speaking.