When a young Japanese student moves to America, she finds herself wondering through the massive corridors of Malien High, and experiencing things she's never felt; loss, love and heartbreak.
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A long sigh escapes my lips. Today was the day I was moving to the biggest and most expensive school in Florida, Malien High. I wouldn't have been so annoyed, but this school is so damn fancy or some shit that they have to have a damn weird ass prom party thing just for a new student. I get it, there's only 130 students, including me now. That's basically a whole year level.
I stare at the dress I'm wearing. Its so... formal. I hate it. (Image of dress is below)
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A knock at my bedroom door snaps me out of my thoughts. My mother walks in, smiling at me. "Oh look at you dear! You look perfect." She says this, well knowing that I hate it. I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what will come out of that hag of a mothers mouth. "Yumeko, do you know why I'm sending you to this school?" She asks. I shake my head. "There could be plenty of reasons, mother. Not a single one, I know of." I answer. I hate the way we speak in the house. Its all proper and annoying. Its 2021. Not 1893. My mother begins to list down the reasons, one obviously being to 'find a handsome young man to be with until death'. Yes. Marriage. My parents are obsessed with me getting married. Why? No idea. I walk out the room with my mother, facing the stairs. Walking down, my dad is talking to my younger brother. I enter in the lounge, the two males immediately look at me, my brother looking like he wants to tease me. My dad smiles at me and walks over. "My darling Yumeko, all grown up and ready for her new school." His voice filled the room as he smiled. Holding back the eye roll, we walk out to the car. My brother was behind me, making sure the small train wasnt on the concrete. Covering the entrance of the driveway, was this long, black, stretched vehicle, awaiting my entrance. The driver door opens, and out comes a young man, pink silk coming down from his head, tightly pulled into a braid, although he had a huge poof of hair covering one of his eyes. The man walked to one of the doors, opening it, he speaks in monotone. "Your ride awaits, Miss Kage." Stepping in, I sit across from my childhood best friend, Nagiha. He's laughing. I know it. He's just hiding it. Looking away from him, I realise my parents weren't in the driving vehicle. "Nagiha, is it just you and me?" I ask, turning to him with curiosity. The man nodded, ruffling up his long-ish hair. Noticing his hair, I raise an eyebrow. "Have you been watching Haikyuu, Nagiha?" I question him. His hair was dyed like Kenma's. Nagiha chuckled sheepishly and nodded. "Yes Yumeko. And oh my fucking god I love Kenma." A loud laugh erupts from me. "Are you gay or something?" I smile at him, knowing the answer. His cheeky smile disappears instantly. "U-Uh... no. I'm not gay, straight or bi. I'm a different sexuality." He says this with his chest puffed out. I laugh again as he looks so silly. Getting serious, Nagiha clears his throat and moves next to me, taking my hands. "Yumeko Kage, I have a huge announcement to make." He says, visibly nervous. I hold back a laugh. "What is it, Nagiha Karahame?" I ask. The male bites his lip and gulps. "I-I'm pansexual." his lower lip trembles, showing he's scared of my response. I hug him, making him surprised. "I'm happy that you came out to me." I smile. Nagiha's arms slowly wrap around my waist, hugging me back.
