Green Eyed Dollar (Prince of Tennis)

Chapter IV: New Me

From the first time we met, I knew we'd be together for years to come — all the way to the bitter end.

-Hanna

I woke up at the crack of dawn. The sun was just barely rising over the horizon. Light filtered through the curtainless windows, casting a warm glow on the bleak white walls of the room. My new room. It was going to take some time to accept this as my new home. 

I tossed my covers off and got out of bed to begin my morning routine. I stretched and stretched until I heard the other residents of the dorm awaken and begin to move about. The sound of doors opening and closing could be heard faintly from within the room. Soon, the noise of chatter added to the sound of the doors and that was my cue to get ready for the day.

Today would be my first day in a new school. I was... nervous. It's hard enough with my RBF, but the worst part was that I looked foreign. Nothing attracts more attention than my damn hair — a bright 'Look at me!' plastered above my head.

I went into the bathroom for a quick shower, the warm water helping to soothe my nerves. A quick shower turned into a half an hour of me standing under the shower head. My mind always became so much clearer in the middle of a shower; I ran over the list of things I had to do today:

Call Shizuo - Priority Level 9000

Find a computer - Numero Uno after calling Shizu-nii... why did I leave my laptop at his place?! How the fuck am I supposed to get it back?! 

Find the dance studio - I've trained every day of my life since I started, and I broke my streak in the last three days. What is happening?! The world's going to end soon; I can feel it.

Make friends(?) - Pretty important, but let's be real. Who really needs friends? (Me.)

Get my schedule - Not really that important to be honest, but has to be done.

That sounded like everything.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of the really nice, fluffy, complimentary towels. For the first time that day, I looked in a mirror. God, I was a mess. My crying had caused my eyes to become puffy, though it was probably worse when I woke up. Whatever. That's why God invented concealer.

I adjusted my towel so that it was wrapped around my head and got dressed. I rummaged for some underwear before pulling on the dress shirt first, followed by the skirt and blazer. I got my tie on and stood back to see myself in the floor length mirror.

Not a great look, but not bad either. It could be worse. 

I found a pair of sheer, black knee-length socks and slipped on a pair of white authentics. I rolled up the sleeves, already feeling the warmth of the late spring morning.

'Outfit, done.'

Now to put on my face. I found my depuffing eye serum and slathered that stuff on. (Hey, I forgot I still had this. Heh heh.) I took another look at myself in my vanity mirror.

'Hmm not bad. Guess I don't need the concealer after all.'

I quickly put on some bronzer so I wouldn't look so dead (I don't get a lot of sun) and blew dry my hair and I was done. 

I grabbed the note from the Headmaster and headed out of my room. As soon as I closed my door, I could feel several pairs of eyes on me before I even turned around.  From in front of the elevator, they stared at me in mild shock and curiosity and I stared back at them indifferently and went to stand by them to wait for the lift.