Chapter Two

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Majida's mother prefered Amaririsu Academy. She had her list of reasons.

1. There would be no boys to distract you.

2.The test scores are higher.

3.It's closer to the dance studio.

4. The uniform is darling and it even has a basketball team. See! You can still keep your barbaric little hobby while dressed in pink and white!

That last one wasn't a direct quote, but it was effectively what her mother meant. If Akai Hoshi didn't have a team, or couldn't form a team, she'd never hear the end of it. The thought both stressed her out and pissed her off, making Majida feel overly warm. She snatched off her tie and shoved it into her pants pocket. She then unbuttoned her two top buttons and rolled up her sleeves. It only relieved the pressure a bit but damn did it feel good to vent her frustrations on that cursed uniform.

Majida barreled into the administrator's office and made a beeline for the principal's office door. Only halted by the gaggle of administrators who rushed to block her way. She moved to push past them but was stopped from behind. A pair of strong arms hooked under her's, lifting her into the air. She looked back to glare at her captor.

"You're..You're that girl! I just manhandled a girl." The young coach all but dropped her. He was tall, wiry, with hands and feet that were still too big for him despite his age. He kept his hair cropped so close to his head that he may as well be bald. Self loathing tugged at him, making him droop a bit. They had met earlier that morning. In her dress suit the man had confused her for a teacher's assistant. He'd even hit on her a little. The revelation of her true age turned his face redder than the jersey he wore. "When they said a student was causing trouble I wasn't expecting to find you," He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing once again.

Majida deflated. She kinda felt bad for the guy, and while she felt she had good reason, she was being insubordinate. "No. It's okay, you are doing your job."

He gave her a tense smile. "Technically I am? But since I have already shown you my bad side as a teacher twice today. I feel as though I should make amends." He pounded his chest and stood straighter. "What exactly is the problem? Perhaps I can mediate."

Majida squared her shoulders before answering. "I wanted to ask the principal some questions about the girl's basketball team."

The coach grimaced. It set Majida on edge.

"Come on. I'm sure he can spare a few minutes." He lead the way to the principal's door and knocked sharply. Loud thumping sounds could be heard from behind the door, followed by exclamations of pain. The other administrators sighed loudly and returned to their seats.

"Who is it?" the Principal called from beyond the door.

"It's Coach Sakamoto. I have a student with me."

"You may enter."

Sakamoto opened the door and gestured for Majida to enter first. The principal's office was fairly sterile except for the random collection of house plants in one corner. One of the chairs in front of the principals large wooden desk was knocked askew. The principal himself was a little out of breath. Short, squat, and balding. His duality bothered Majida. He had been caught eavesdropping, and now was trying to play it off, badly, she doubted anyone would call him on it though.

"Have a seat," the principal said as he gestured to the chairs. Majida and Sakamoto followed his instruction.

"Mikami-chan wants to know about the female basketball team," Sakamoto said, cutting to the chase.

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