The soft beams of sunlight glittered off of the darkened windows of the limousine as Miyu stepped out of the car and onto the walkway that lead to the entrance of Aijo Kotogakko.
"Thank you Charles, that will be far enough." Charles the butler bowed graciously and closed the door to the car.
"Please do attempt to stay out of trouble young miss." He rolled away too late not to hear the responding snort of derision as the well dressed girl slowly made her way towards the welcoming arms of a new school term.
Nothing had changed since last year. The teachers were all scrutinizing the new arrivals for uniform violations, while most of the transfers gazed around in awe at their surroundings. Miyu felt a sudden urge to shake every single one of them fiercely and shout "YES, it has a wall! Is that so unusual?!" But she instead settled for flipping her hair over her shoulder and ignoring their existence all together.
The door to the kendo club, which was located just outside of the doors to the main building, swung open and the self-proclaimed princess of Aijo Kotogakko entered.
"Is Haruka here?" She asked, her words somewhat polite, but her tone implying a distaste for the sweaty halls of martial arts. When no one answered she stepped forward and tapped the face mask of the team captain.
"Haruka?"
"Not here." He answered almost as rudely as she had asked.
Miyu then spun on her heels and stormed off, the absence of her friend only fueling the annoyance within her. Of all the days that slacker girl had to miss, why was it this one?!
The intercom crackled with life briefly and the new assistant's voice rang throughout the busy halls.
"All students please report to the assembly hall for entrance ceremony. Once again, all students please report-"
By now Miyu had of course stormed off and was picking her way through the small crowd that had accumulated in front of the hall. She made an annoyed click when her efforts to squeeze through failed, and waited for several minutes before the Judo instructor Mr. Ryohei pushed the entire crowd through the door. She glanced around the hall for a second in the hope of finding Haruka, but it was doomed to failure. She finally conceded and took a seat in the very back, watching the secretary Ayako shuffle through a formidable stack of paper. She sighed mournfully. The summer vacation had seemed so short.
"Thank you Charles, that will be far enough." Charles the butler bowed graciously and closed the door to the car.
"Please do attempt to stay out of trouble young miss." He rolled away too late not to hear the responding snort of derision as the well dressed girl slowly made her way towards the welcoming arms of a new school term.
Nothing had changed since last year. The teachers were all scrutinizing the new arrivals for uniform violations, while most of the transfers gazed around in awe at their surroundings. Miyu felt a sudden urge to shake every single one of them fiercely and shout "YES, it has a wall! Is that so unusual?!" But she instead settled for flipping her hair over her shoulder and ignoring their existence all together.
The door to the kendo club, which was located just outside of the doors to the main building, swung open and the self-proclaimed princess of Aijo Kotogakko entered.
"Is Haruka here?" She asked, her words somewhat polite, but her tone implying a distaste for the sweaty halls of martial arts. When no one answered she stepped forward and tapped the face mask of the team captain.
"Haruka?"
"Not here." He answered almost as rudely as she had asked.
Miyu then spun on her heels and stormed off, the absence of her friend only fueling the annoyance within her. Of all the days that slacker girl had to miss, why was it this one?!
The intercom crackled with life briefly and the new assistant's voice rang throughout the busy halls.
"All students please report to the assembly hall for entrance ceremony. Once again, all students please report-"
By now Miyu had of course stormed off and was picking her way through the small crowd that had accumulated in front of the hall. She made an annoyed click when her efforts to squeeze through failed, and waited for several minutes before the Judo instructor Mr. Ryohei pushed the entire crowd through the door. She glanced around the hall for a second in the hope of finding Haruka, but it was doomed to failure. She finally conceded and took a seat in the very back, watching the secretary Ayako shuffle through a formidable stack of paper. She sighed mournfully. The summer vacation had seemed so short.