Ylisse High (Fire Emblem: Awakening fanfic)

A cup of coffee

I drag myself into my first class and put my head down. Damn, I'm tired. Last night had far too heavy of a homework load for anyone's first day, and so, after about five hours of sleep, I woke up like this: irratable, racoon-eyed, and completely unamused with Beyonce. Plus, the extra energy from the activities outside seem to have drained from me completely, so I feel terrible.

Suddenly, I steaming cup of coffee appears in front of me.

"You look like you need it," Zara says, taking a sip of her own. I smile and grab the paper cup.

"Right back at you." She seems to have gotten a bit more sleep than me, but she looks like she's half awake and stifling a yawn.

"Touche. Ayway, have you checked out the Club Day stuff yet?"

"It was impossible to avoid it. They practically dragged me in." I pull a wad of papers from my bag. "I don't even know what any of these are." Zara smirks knowlingly abdpulls out a similar stack.

"Well, yeah. Have you put any thought into which ones you're joining?" I shrug.

"Remember, I didn't have enough time or caffiene to process anything. The news club seemed interesting though. Well, actually, the kid manning the table was. Do you know a freshman named Owain?" She nods, demeanor lightening with the weight of the cup in her hand.

"Man, I love that kid." She eyes my coffee. "Hey, you going to drink that or...?"

"Ah!" I realize that I've barely touched my coffee. "Example number five thousand and twelve that I am not a morning person." Zara raises her cup in agreement, then swiftly beings it back down to her mouth and takes a couple more swigs. "Well, I'ld better get going. Good luck, and see you at lunch!" I wave, smiling into the steaming coffee.

Even with the caffiene boost, the morning drags on and on. I feel like I miss half the lesson, daydreaming of my constant companion, the one whom I can always count on... My bed. I at least catch the class's homework.

During what teachers seem to think is free time between classes, which in fact is more like a dam of students breaking and flowing everywhere (actually, I'm relatively certain I see a sophomore standing across the street cursing and looking absolutely confused as to how he got there.), I manage to pull out some of the club papers. Basketball club... No. Embroidery Club... Not interested. Bunny Club? Was that for rabbit enthusiasts? I scan the page.

Nope. Not that kind of bunny. I toss the sheet into the recycling bin with a red face.

Around lunch, II get to looking a little more. Most are the standard clubs--literary (hmm...perhaps), coooking, various sports clubs--and then there are some...less typical ones. I notice one called 'Save the School Flamingo Club,' which raises so many questions that I never thouuhgt would be asked.

A sigh accompanies the plunking of a lunchbag onto my three stacks of sheets: maybe, no, and my favourite: the what is wrong with this school pile. That one seems to be abnormally large.

Zara flops unceremoniously into the chair across from me, followed by a smiling Chrom. She mumbles something, seemingly towards the ceiling. I poke her cheek with a pen.

"What did you say?" She turns her head slightly, barely there.

"...

"Food."

With that, she shoves her hand into her bag and grabs a sandwich, furiously setting upon it. I arch my eyebrows and giggle.

"So, how was your morning?" I ask Chrom.

"Evidently, better than hers," he replies, nodding towards Zara, who seems to have figured out how to become slightly more human.

"Any idea why she's..." He shrugs. Suddenly, she throws her arms aout and makes a highly unhealthy noise.

"This 1900s history unit is killing meeeeee," she groans. "Cold War, World War One, the aftereffects of, AND we're supposed to learnn the bits after the wars ended too, up to the twenty first century! HOW AM I SUPPOSSED TO MEMORIZE A CENTURY IN TWO MONTHS?!?"

I smile. I know the simplest, best answer.

"A cup of coffee."

She sighs and rolls slightly.

"More like a gallon. Or an ocean. Ooooh... An ocean of cofee..."

"Dammit, we're losing her!" I pat her face fot dramatic effect. "Stay with us Zara! STAY WITH US!" I feel her shaking under may hand. There's a terrifying moment where I get worried that something just snapped before I realize that she's laughing.

"Man, I was trying to be in a bad mood there, and then you went and ruined it! Dangit, Becca!" she says, pouting. Meanwhile, Chrom seems to be on the verge of tears at the end of the table.

After a few minutes, we finally manange to regain our composure. Wiping my eyes, I say,

"So... Who's up for coffee then?"

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We had an afternoon of watching a movie at my school and that's how this got updated.