Blood and Milk

Is That a Blood Bag?

My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I stood infront of my classroom door. My ears twitched as I heard the teacher's stern voice greet the class as she told them that there would be a new student joining them. This made my heart beat faster, if that was even possible. I tugged at the collar of my uniform as I awaited the teacher to tell me to come in. A million thought raced through my mind.

'What if they didn't like me?'
'What if I trip while walking in there!'
'Do I look weird!'
'Do I smell weird!'

Due to my internal freak out, I didn't realize my teacher calling me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. My head shot up to meet concerned brown eyes.

"Ms. Winchester, are you ok?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out, so I opted to nod instead, offering what I hoped was a confident smile.

She smiled back at me, albeit a bit hesitantly before ushering me inside. I slowly walked in, my legs shaky as I made my way beside her desk at the front of the class. No one seemed to notice me as they continued to converse with each other. I stared at my polished shoes as I waited for the teacher to calm them down.

"Alright class," she slammed her fist on the whiteboard, causing me to jump, "This is our new student. Introduce yourself."

'You've got this!' I thought, 'You rehursed infront of Mr. Tuna!' With my confidence boosted I quickly lifted my head...then confidence jumped headfirst off a cliff.

About thirty pairs of eyes of varying colours stared at me, my ears unconciously flattened on my head as I tried to speak. Everything I rehursed went forgotten.

"Are those real?" I heard someone speak up.

"Huh?" I hesitantly looked up, looking in the general direction of where the question came. Before the person could speak again, the teacher spoke up.

"No unnecessary questions!" She quickly turned to me, "Introduce yourself now, you're wasting time."

I nodded, slowly lifting my head but still trained my eyes to the ground, "M-My name is M-Megumi Fujisawa-Winchester a-and I'm 17 years old. P-Please take care of me." I bowed deeply before turning to my teacher.

"Alright Ms. Winchester, you may take that empty seat in the middle."

I nodded and made my way to my seat, thanking whatever god was out there that I didn't trip on the way. I quickly sat down and pulled out my notebook as our teacher, whose name I learnt was Ms. Payne, began writing equations on the board.

The bell rang as I was working my last question. This class was actually fun and Ms.Payne was a good teacher. She explained coherently, so I could not for the life of me understand why the person beside me looked as if she was about to cry. We weren't allowed to leave until we were done, and I'm guessing this girl really wanted to go. I gave up my work and as I was packing up, I took a peek at her paper. In spite of myself, I leant over to her.

"Um...you're using the wrong formula."

The girl's head shot up so fast I almost fell out of my seat.

"Really!" Her big blue eyes swam with unshed tears as she stared at the paper.

"Y-Yes," I said, scooting a bit closer. I pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, "You have to use this one...and...boom." I solved the problem quickly, showing her the proper way. Her nose twitched as she sniffed, slowly working and writing the answer. She quickly got up, gave up her work and came back to pack her things, "Thank you," she whispered before scurrying out the classroom. For the first time in a while, I've met someone shyer than me.