(y/n) heads over the girls' locker room to get ready for PE. Upon entering, she moves to her locker to change. The PE uniform set out on the bench is a simple grey shirt and a pair of black, dry fit shorts. Olette sees her and smiles, "How are you doing, (y/n)?"
"Fine. Just wish I didn't have to be in PE," she responds putting on her uniform.
Olette stares at the stitches that on (y/n)'s upper body. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just my job being a pain."
"Can't be avoided can it?" She responds.
(y/n) sighs at that, "That is a life of a cursed one. Well have to head out."
Putting her necklace given to her by Zack in the locker along with her outdoor clothes, she exits to the gym doors to see her some of the boys. "Hello boys," she say in greeting.
"Hey (y/n)!" Sora yells, jumping on her. (y/n) winces slightly in pain but hides it skillfully.
"Calm down, Sora," Riku facepalms.
"Sorry about him. He got into the coffee this morning," Roxas apologizes.
"I can tell," she faintly smiles at Roxas and Sora.
"Line up!" Yells the PE teacher, Xaldin. Behind him stands Dante as he takes the attendance.
Sora, Kairi, and Roxas continue to talk, causing Xaldin to scream out, "Ever hear of being QUIET!"
"Look at who has a hangover," mutters (y/n).
"Because I don't feel well today, you will be playing dodgeball. The first round is boys vs. girls," (y/n) looks at the girls. In her class is Namine, Kairi, Xion, Aqua, Yuffie, Lunaferya, and Serah. On the boys team is Riku, Noctis, Prompto, Sora, Noel, Ventus, Hope, and Denzel. (y/n)'s head sinks down, " Well, this is doomed."
(y/n) leaves the locker room with an ice pack covering her eye. Sora runs over to her, only for Larxene to yell at him, "No running in the hallway, Leonhart."
"I'm so sorry, (y/n)," exclaims Sora.
"It's fine. I've had worse," she grunts as Sora applies pressure to her back, "If you want to help, could you remove your arm."
"Sorry! Your wound still hasn't healed?" he looks at her in surprise.
"It's fine. I have to head to class." (y/n) walks off towards Latin Sora following her. "What class do have next?"
"Al Bheld."
"Good luck to you then. Hope you survive," she chuckles. Sora enters the class and waves to (y/n).
Going to the class next door, he sets her bag on the ground next to the desk with the notecard with her name on it. "Hello Miss Smith."
"Good to see you, (y/n)," the tall woman responds. Her black jeans, short leather boots, and grey shirt that says, 'I will rise but certainly won't shine', which matches the teacher's personality, "How are you doing?"
"Fine, just about ready to sleep. You?"
"Feel the same. How is your dad?" She asks.
"Always away but still texts me."
"Must be lonely."
"You get use to it after a while but I'm moving in with my roommate today."
"I remember when I first moved in with my roommate." Miss. Smith says smiling, "I was in college at the time."
The bell rings and (y/n) looks to see who is in the class. Sefier, Roxas, Hayner, Noctis, Namine, Olette, and others in the class as students. Zexion sits in the teacher's aide spot while reading a HP Lovecraft novel, The Mountains of Madness. She gives him a small wave as Miss Smith starts to speak. Zexion looks up, nods, and goes back to reading his book. (y/n) sets her head on her desk listening to the silky voice of the teacher.
"For introductions, we will be playing two truths and a lie," (y/n) perks up at that. Ms. Smith hands out the paper for the game and oddly gives one to Zexion, "We will be reading out two of them a class. You will have to guess who wrote them and which one is the lie."
Scribbling down her two truths and a lie, she looks at the four people she is sitting with; Hope sits directly across her, Olette to her right, and Ventus is next to Hope. "Hi Hope. Been a while since I last saw you. How is your mom?"
"She's doing well," he smiles.
"That's good."
"Bring the papers up," The teacher points to the basket. "Now let us begin."
END OF CHAPTER 4 - EVER HEAR OF BEING QUIET!
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