Staccato taps against the chalkboard resonated monotonously throughout the classroom as students within their seats observed their mathematics teacher copy off excessive equations sorted out from their geometry textbooks.
Final exams were just right around the corner. Three days precisely. Therefore, Sumiya high schoolers have been contributing and immersing themselves lately within their supplementary classes.
Sumiya private academy was a school occupied by students from powerful families involved in the political and financial world. Its monument holds the highest hierarchy in Japan and happens to be governed by mighty student councils.
Those considered inadequate by the mighty students were brutally oppressed and threatened until death seemed unavoidable. Meaning, even the smallest unintentional mistake was treated as an unforgivable offense.
On top of that, applicants without status or wealth were turned away without hesitation. Yet that cruel tradition did not survive forever. When spring arrived early in April, everything began to change.
Against all odds, one fortunate girl managed to break through despite lacking the qualities they valued most, noble status and ties to a family of strong political influence.
And her name was Manaka Takahashi.
She was your typical Japanese teenage girl. Sixteen about to turn seventeen, average height, yet a significant feature that truly made her stand out amongst others was her long dark hair. It almost reached below her waist!
Some compared her to that horror movie character Sadako. That was her actual given nickname on campus. Wherever she went, she would get called Sadako.
Ah, she even made it on the news as a recognition!
Sumiya students were mortified.
Infuriated.
Was there perhaps an error in the system that allowed her into their program?
Albeit the students tried obtaining the reasoning behind her acceptance, none of the faculty members or the principal himself would come forward. Classified information outside the office weren't easily obtained.
Nevertheless, the maddened students weren't going to ignore such a free-spirited low class girl ruin their institution's rules by roaming around campus freely.
Horrid consequences would severely approach.
And they did.
Once ending the problem with a question mark, the middle-aged woman pedagogue shifted her attention back upfront, only to instantly frown upon setting eyes on one of her slumbered students who's left cheek was rested atop her desk beyond the middle row.
'Not again...' A tired sigh escaped her burgundy shaded lips as she strode towards the black haired girl's seat, holding a ruler within her palm, ready to strike like a predator claiming its prey.
"Ms. Takahashi!" The sixteen-year old girl flinched at the sudden smack against her desk. She abruptly straightened her posture and gazed at her lecturer with perplexed eyes.
"This isn't the time to be dozing off when you have finals scheduled in three days! How are you going to manage with that brain of yours?" The woman poked her head with the ruler.
"S-Sorry! I was just—"
"No backtalks! Focus!" The older woman retraced her steps to the front podium, leaving an embarrassed adolescence solemn in place.
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As the Westminster clock rang out its lilting chime to signal the end of the school day, the exhausted girl quietly gathered her things and slipped them into her leather handbag, doing her best to ignore the annoyed glances cast her way by her classmates.
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