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非常識です (insane)

Chapter 2- 非常識です (insane)

I slammed the door to class 3-5 huffing and puffing, probably red in the face and sweating. Some of the students jumped at my sudden appearance.

"S-Sorry I'm late.." I apologised, breathless.

"Oh! Are you the new student?"

"Yes, Jahina. Hoshino Jahina." I bowed like my mother taught me to introduce myself and apologise (which I have a feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of).

"That's right!" The teacher gestured me to the front, I did as told like an obedient dog, "Class, this is the new transfer student. Please treat her well."

I bowed again to the class, "I hope we have a good year together."

"You can ask her questions at break time. For now, you can sit at the back next to Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi would you please raise your hand?" I saw a buff male with tan skin and dark brown spiky hair raise his hand, one seat to the left of the back door, at the back (at least I'm not at the front).

"Hai." I made my way through the rows of tables and chairs (crossing my fingers for luck). Luckily I didn't trip over and land flat on my face (touchwood) and made it safely to my seat. Internally I sighed, but I was still cautious. You never know when a flock of pigeons might fly through the open windows and attack you.

I realised I hadn't introduced myself to the boy sitting next to me.

"I hope we have a good year, I'm Hoshino Jahina, but you can call me Hoshino, or Jahina-" I stopped mid sentence realising he probably doesn't care either way. "Sorry." I mumbled, avoiding eye contact as the male eyed me carefully (meanwhile, I was kicking myself for rambling so much).

"Iwaizumi Hajime. Hope we have a good year." He nodded in acknowledgement. I snapped my head up as he sent me a small side smile.

Facing the front; I was amazed and shocked. This guy didn't think I was an escaped asylum patient! I wasn't sure whether I should be celebrating in happiness or being weary- you never know he could just be pretending to be nice, but internally he's confused at my odd behaviour and is contemplating if I should go to a mental hospital. I don't blame him, I do too sometimes.

The lessons flew by and everything went smoothly without a hitch. The teacher never asked me any questions (which is good because I had no clue what they were on about half the time), my pen didn't break, my pages didn't rip and nothing came through the window (yet).

Maybe today was a somewhat good day.

At break time; I sat alone, scrolling on my phone, texting my overly worried Mother, reassuring her I was fine. No one came near me or tried to talk to me. Just the way it should be. Not that I don't like talking to people, it's just that I might put them in danger from my (very) extreme misfortune. So I learned that it's better for them, and me, to be alone (it's not as sad as it seems).

As I nibbled my cheese stick, I watched the different groups in the class. The people with average fortune, enjoying life in a different way to me.

"You look bored." I didn't need to look to know it was the boy who sits next to me, Iwaizumi if I recall correctly.

"I'm not. It's interesting watching people." I hummed. Okay that did sound a bit creepy (more than a bit). "Those girls are whispering about those boys, and one of those boys is being jeered by his mates to ask out the girl he likes, probably the brunette with short hair and glasses by the looks of things." I explained, gesturing to the corresponding groups. Just as I said, the guy with messy dark ginger hair stood forward, a blushing mess, and asked the girl out. I felt Iwaizumi stare at me in shock.

"Practice makes perfect." I grinned to myself, reciting my friend's favourite quote. My only friend I've ever had. (Sad, I know.)

Before Iwaizumi could question me on my observation power, the teacher came in. Another hour of advanced calculus I'd already done in the past.

Finally it was time for lunch after two agonisingly slow hours! I delved my hand into my pocket, already imagining the sandwich I was going to eat.

Only, my pocket was empty.