First name: Arashi
Last name:________
Age: 16 years of age
Sex: female
Things we may need to know: Arashi has a heart condition, limiting her work in P.E.
Allergies: None.
We hope that your time with us will be pleasant..!
'Right, Pap said to not fill in my last name. Fair enough, we can't even risk that at this point.' Recalled the female, remembering the warning her father gave her before all of this. She wasn't permitted to ever give out her real name, nor her last name. Real or false, the last name part was rather dangerous. She didn't understand why, other then if she got it wrong then she could be traced by the name either being fake, or being linked to a family she had never seen before.
Okay, so she did know why.
Regardless, her eyes lingered on the page she firmly grasped within her hands. A soft huff escaped her lightly parted lips, the air spewing out; gently shaking the paper's tip. The tiny crinkle somehow brought a soothing chill down her spine, perhaps it was because of the familiar feeling. The feeling of smooth paper, the smell of a fresh book. All things that could soothe her on-edge nature.
Ah well, either by she had no choice other then to forget the nostalgic feeling and tear her feet from where they were planted. As she walked forward numbly there was no indication that she was indeed scared, nor any indication that she was nervous.
Stone cold
No feelings
Not a care.
That was her persona, right?
The person she's supposed to be, rather then the one she wants to be.
How bothersome.
Regardless she made her way towards the office on the right hand side. And with a straight face, a cold tone, and a non existent hatred for the world, she spoke to the lady at the counter.
"..ahem... Yes, I'm the transfer student for class C3" her voice was clear, loud and condescending.
Wow, I'm being a real bitch.
Turns out the lady was a bigger bitch.
"Right, you do know how this school works, right? You've been dumbed down by being gone for so long, right? I'll assign you another student so you won't get lost... Someone who hasn't been in school for a few months might faint due to them actually using your brain cells!"
Yeah,
No. This isn't going as planned unfortunately.
A sigh escaped Arashi before she slammed the papers upon the countertop, and she'd turn. Sauntering over to the south part of the school her eyes flicked at a curious and anxious pace...well she thought she looked like that, yet she still looked rather serious and cold. Yet that was alright, due to her fake persona she was supposed to put on.
With some luck and a pinch of experience, she made her way to room C3. And now she'd wait for the teacher to call her in.
Tap
Tap
Tap
Went her foot upon the floor. Irritation prickled through her body as the seconds passed away, lost in time.
"Ah! That aside, allow me to introduce you your new classmate! Arashi~" called the teacher, beckoning the chocolate eyed female in.
She'd hold her head higher then the usual person would, pride forced into her body. The class simply stared at her, amazed at how she was holding herself. Arashi felt a slight twinge of worry in her chest, was she supposed to put the facade of the 'prideful and amazing' classmate or a different one? Surely it wouldn't matter, she couldn't be too far off.
"I do wish for you all to know that she's not...the..best at the communicating with others. "
Informed the teacher.
Whoops. She was supposed to be the shy girl who stuttered a lot.
Whoops.
YOU ARE READING
Wine Red
Science Fiction"One day everyone will see what its like to be lost in grey and wine red" Young Arashi never really did know what it was like to have a 'normal' life. Her normal was a nice night with blood splattered...
