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01 | A New School

01 | A New School

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Annoyed by the sound of my alarm, I quickly ran from my bathroom to my room and switched it off, my hairbrush still being held in my hand. As I got to my alarm though, I felt my chest clench up and the muscles in my legs turn to jelly. Collapsing onto my bed, I dropped the hairbrush and stared up at the ceiling with my hand across the position of my heart to feel its rapid and strained beating. 'I guess I'm not as stabilised as I thought... This is what I get for allowing myself to be hooked up to a heart monitor for six months...' As I lay there with my hand across my heart, I could hear the quiet movements of my parents shuffling around the nearby room. Not wishing to worry them, I unsteadily and weakly pulled myself up from the bed, picked up my hairbrush and slowly waddled back into my bathroom.

As my hands grasped the basin, I looked in the mirror to see that my pale cheeks were now flushed a bright rose colour as my heart fought to keep itself going. With unsteady hands, I reached forward and turned on the tap, cupping some cool water in my hands before splashing it onto my face. Reaching next to me, I took hold of my handtowel and gently patted it across my face to remove the excess water. When I looked back into the mirror, I saw that my cheeks were no longer as flushed as before and my already pale skin looked somewhat normal. After regaining control of my upper muscles, I picked up my hairbrush and finished doing up my hair.

When I was done, I took a moment to study my appearance in the mirror, silently hoping that I didn't look too sick. Aside from my pale skin being slightly more colourless than usual, everything else seemed to be the same, with my straight apricot coloured hair tied neatly back in a half-up half-down style and adored with a rose coloured bow and my sky blue eyes still full of colour despite my earlier incident. Feeling that I was presentable enough, I slowly let go of the basin and walked as best I could from my bathroom back into my bedroom.

Waddling slowly across the room, I made my way back to the edge of my bed and sat down on it as I began to pack my books and stationary into my bag. 'First school... Middle of the year... I guess I'm going to be the school top interest.' Sighing quietly, I counted the number of books in my bag and twirled my favourite pen, a silver pen with amethyst coloured studs, between my index and middle fingers. 'At least I'll be able to make some friends...' I thought hopefully before being interrupted by a soft knocking on my door.

"Emily? Are you up, my dear?" As I heard my mother's voice, I quickly stood up the best I could and, with my bag in one hand, opened the door for my mother.

"Good Morning, Mother." I chirped happily, looking at eye-level with my mother. "I'm almost ready. And don't worry, I'm feeling well." I continued with a smile as my mother mimicked my smile and took my bag from my hand.

"I'm glad to hear that." She stated, gently placing her hand upon my shoulder. "Breakfast is already made so come down whenever you're ready." With a final loving smile, I watched as my mother walked downstairs and towards the kitchen. Sighing silently in relief, I closed my door and leant back on it with my eyes closed. 'Thank god she didn't realise... I don't want to worry them.' After a few seconds of regaining my composure, I slowly walked to my closet and opened it to reveal my array of clothes. Most of my clothes we're either coloured and designed in a shade of pink, purple or blue and consisted of dresses, both short and long, singlets and skirts. With these colours and designs occupying most of my closet, to see a flared bright lemon coloured dress was a strange thing. And yet, there it was, hanging neatly in the midst of pastel and soft colours; Ouran Academy's female uniform.

"So weird... But I guess it could be kinda cute." I whispered, giggling quietly to myself as I unhooked the dress from the railing in my closet and laid it flat across my bed. As I gazed at the dress, inquiring its design, I quickly stripped off my nightgown and folded it neatly before pushing it aside. With gentle hands, I picked up my uniform and changed into it, running my hands across the skirt before sitting down on my bed and pulling up my white stockings. Finishing off my uniform with a pair of black ballet flats, I stood up and waddled over to my body mirror, contemplating my appearance. 'It clashes a little with my hair... But I guess it's not too bad.' Smiling with satisfaction at my appearance, I slipped my phone into the pocket of my dress before exiting from my room. As I began my descent downstairs, my hand firmly gripped the railing to counter the still unsteady muscles in my legs. Setting foot on ground level, I took in a silent but deep breath before walking as naturally as I could towards my parents.

"Good Morning, Emi." My father said, turning around to greet me with a smile, a cup of coffee in his right hand. "How are you feeling?" He continued as I sat down next to him at the table.

"Morning, Father. Don't worry, I'm feeling very well." I lied with a smile, the muscles in my legs still slightly shaking under the table as I began to nibble on the toast that my mother had prepared for me. "Thank you, Mother." I said cheerfully as ate my meal. Eager for my first day at a real school, I finished my breakfast in record time and forgot about the weakened muscles in my legs as I stood up, quickly grabbing my bag. Immediately, the muscles that were close to healing became filled with pain as I stumbled and gripped the edge of the wall.

"Emily!" My mother shouted in fear and desperation. "Don't push yourself." Quickly, she ran over to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist, helping to steady me.

"Mother. It's okay. I'm able to walk." I lied with a smile once again as I did my best to stand up. Freeing myself from my mother's protection and projecting a smile across my face, I took forced steps towards the door. Turning around, I continued to fake my cheerful smile towards parents. "Shall we go? I don't want to be late." With a worried look that she quickly hid behind a smile, my mother grabbed the car keys and walked towards me.

"Yes. Let's go." Protectively wrapping her arm around me again, my mother led me out to the car and helped me into my seat. Clipping myself in and putting my bag at my feet, I smiled thankfully to my mother as she started the car and we pulled out of the driveway. As I looked at my mother's hand, which was resting sympathetically on my thigh where my muscles were weak, I became filled with guilt.

'I'm sorry for lying, Mother...'