Majida's fraternal grandmother told her once to be wary when things went too well. That's when the gods liked to play pranks. Her maternal grandmother always warned her about about trying to have it all too soon. And really, how else would she expla...
Blouse and Skirt, check. Blazer, check. White socks, double check. Feeling like today warranted a bit of sparkle Majida switched her front pair of earrings for golden star shaped studs. She normally kept her hair in one style during the week, today she styled the front portion of her hair into a crown braid and swept the rest into a side ponytail. The box from the uniform company was waiting by her apartment door after basketball practice last night. Since she had ballet practice the next morning she pressed it immediatly and placed it in a garment bag. She rode her bike to practice carefully so that the bag wouldn't fall from on top of her basket. And hung the bag up as soon as she opened her locker.
Natsuki clapped as Majida did a little twirl. "I thought you said your uniform wasn't due to arrive til Monday?" she asked.
Practice passed quickly today. Their instructor noticed Majida's good mood and was a little bit harsher on her than usual, not that Majida cared. "I thought so too, but I'm not going to complain." She looked down and waved her foot. In her excitement she'd even shined her shoes, a pair of black leather mary janes, she could see her reflection in them. "It's weird to see my legs." The skirt should reach just below her knees, but like most girls she'd rolled her skirt up, just enough that the hem line was above her knee. She'd go higher but it didn't seem appropriate, nor prudent. Accidentally flashing her neighbors while she rode her bike wouldn't raise their opinion of her.
Natsuki giggled. "Are you sending your male uniform back?"
"They said I could keep it so...I guess I'll keep it? Never know, I might break it back out in the winter. I don't do cold."
Natsuki laughed a bit louder now, drawing looks from the other girls in the locker room. Now that Majida thought of it they probably didn't hear Natsuki laugh loudly often, if at all. Guess that's the natural outcome of isolating a person.
Majida swiped on some lip gloss before zipping up her bag. She slung it on her shoulder and draped her garment bag over her arm. "Ready to go?"
Natsuki nodded and grabbed her things. "Are you sure that you don't want a ride?"
"Yep. Wanna feel the breeze." Majida made a swooshing motion with her hand, inspiring another loud laugh from Natsuki.
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Furuse stood at the same spot as yesterday, watering the plants in his grandmother's sted. Majida wondered if she should stop and say hello, but decided not to push her luck. She'd had enough weird conversations for the week. Furuse watched her as she speed past,eyes wide. That reaction was the standard once she entered the school. The stares continued as she walked down the hall, even her classmates greeted her with silence.
Amari-kun broke the ice. "Good job" He gave her a thumbs up. "Though you could roll the skirt up a little bit mo-"
Maki-chan bopped him on the head with a notebook. "Please stop."
