Evan had decided to stay out of the Section A antics, not wanting to get on anyone's bad side on the first day of school. However, he did hide a snicker behind his hand when Sonya rigged Jeremy's chair. At least this class would be entertaining. He watched as more students entered the classroom, trying to catch their names as introductions were made around the room. It wasn't too long after that until the teacher entered. Evan thought he seemed pretty laid back, which he was glad for. The last thing he wanted was another strict homeroom teacher. At the last school he attended, he'd been put in detention a few times just for talking to his friends instead of sitting silently like they were instructed to.

He hadn't really been listening while the teacher talked, but it definitely caught his attention when Sonya threw her lollipop at him. He shook his head, a small amused grin on his face. He definitely hadn't pinned her as the type to make trouble. Upon receiving the form, Evan grudgingly remembered he had come completely unprepared. Tyler had tried to get him to at least bring a pencil, but his stubborn ass had insisted they wouldn't need it on the first day of school. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He sighed and turned to the person sitting beside him. "Can I borrow your pencil?"

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Tyler had been staring out the window while the class waited for the teacher to arrive, zoning out as everyone around him chatted. He wasn't nearly as nervous as he had been an hour earlier, though he was still anxious about some things, particularly his dormmate. As if having to live with a complete stranger wasn't bad enough, there was the possibility his dormmate would end up being someone creepy or obnoxious. And with his luck, they would probably be both. A small sigh escaped his lips as he thought, though the scenery outside the window was calming. He couldn't wait to get out there with his camera, which was probably waiting for him in his dorm room by now. Luckily, the teacher entered the room before his thoughts could circle back to worrying about his dormmate.

She seemed pretty nice. Tyler listened as she introduced herself and told them about the forms. He found it amusing that someone had managed to loose them. The school had seemed to be extremely organized, almost perfectly so. He took his pencil from the pocket of his uniform, the tiniest of grins passing over his face as he recalled Evan refusing to bring one with him. He would definitely have to say "I told you so" later. He quickly filled out the form, his handwriting small and slightly slanted, though still clearly legible.

Name: Tyler Lance
Age: 17
Section: B
Clubs: Photography, Performing Arts

When he finished, Tyler quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone else was getting up to turn in their forms yet. He didn't want to be the first and risk drawing any attention to himself. Instead he lightly tapped his the eraser of his pencil against his desk, not hard enough to make a sound though. He waited until a group of students approached the teacher's desk with their forms and went up then, carefully dropping it in the stack on her desk before sitting back down and staring at his desk.

Iris closed her book when the teacher introduced herself. Once she had passed around forms Iris dug around I'm her pocket, looking for a pencil. She put one on her desk, and stood up. She walked over to the teacher.
"Excuse me, Ms. Yoshioka. Umm," Iris lowered her voice to a whisper," I'm blind. So it would be awesome if I could get the form in Braille, but if not, then could you tell me what's on the form?" Iris didn't want the class to know she was blind. They would pitty her too much.

Sonya's antics was enough to make anyone giggle, as Jeremy was tricked into falling from his chair. This year was already off to an eventful start and Eva could only assume that the year would just become more and more interesting. The classroom had been all filled, every seat. Even the one next to her's that was taken by another of the guys in their group from earlier in the auditorium. She couldn't believe her luck that the group of most rambunctious kids were put into her group.

Evangeline turned her attention from the antics as the young, quite attractive teacher walked into the classroom and introduced himself. "I wouldn't mind adding us together, subtracting our clothes, dividing my legs, and letting us multiply." Eva thought to herself a sly smile forming on her face as she took the piece of paper from him, "The square root of 69 is 8 something right?" she thought again, looking it over and filling it out appropriately, a few doodles along the sides and margins.

She couldn't help herself sometimes.

It also occurred to her she had quite a lot of things in her pockets that first day of school.
A drug laced lollipop, a drawing of a backpack, and now she had found a pencil.

⇝ Name: Evangeline Guiliani ✻
⇝ Age: 17
⇝ Section: A
⇝ Clubs: Arts & Swimming.

"Can I borrow your pencil?"

The voice interrupted her doodling as she turned to see the boy she had recalled being named Evan. "Yeah! No problem." Evangeline chirped, handing the pencil to the boy next to her (eraser pointed towards him as not to stab him). He was an interesting looking guy she noticed, looking him up and down enough to get an idea of what he looked like. Evangeline never was one to get too star struck over guys, or girls, or robots for that matter. Sure, there were some pretty gorgeous things out there; but Evangeline liked to start from the inside and work her way out. She offered a another smile letting the pencil go as she brought her hands to her lap to see what the teacher had next in store for them.

As someone enters the door, a charming teacher, many girls squeeled, much to Jeremy's confusion
"Girls are mysterious creatures after all, haha." he thought to himself.

“Good morning class. I am Mr. Tadashi Mochizuki, and I am going to be your homeroom and Math teacher.”
The teacher said, he quickly apologized for being late coming to class,
Putting his arm to the table, he put his hand on his chin. Looking outside the window in boredom.
He then notices Sonya utter (but barely audible)
"nooo its gonna be too gay in here now,"
Jeremy snickered and hid it with his hands and he also noticed the change in the teachers expression, he looked rather... angry.

Then all of a sudden he was handed an empty paper that he had to somehow fill up even though he had no pencil, "I was told that we weren't going to do anything today, I didn't bring a goddamn pencil" he though to himself. Quickly looking around he sees a girl next to him and asks "Hey, uh, can I borrow a pencil." Receiving a weird glance she handed him a broken pencil, barely being able to write;



Barely being able to finish the 'Swimming' he shrugged and handed the pencil back to the girl and flashing a smile and saying "Thanks", she, for some reason blushed. Getting up from his chair he walks over the teachers table then he accidentally lets the paper slip from his hand and it landed below Sonya's chair.

"Uhm, can I have my paper Sonya?" he asks her, grinning.

Iris Zero
Ms.Yoshioka looked up from her desk when a voice spoke to her, "Excuse me, Ms. Yoshioka. Umm," She started, "I'm blind. So it would be awesome if I could get the form in Braille, but if not, then could you tell me what's on the form?" The teacher pondered about it for a second before speaking, "Oh, you must be Iris Zero, correct?" She grabbed another form, "Here, It was prepared for you." Ms. Yoshioka handed her a form which was in braille.

Oh my god yes.

The perfect moment.

She gtabbed Jeremy's paper and started writing on it quickly. She wrote: oh my god I'm so gay and; I want teacher to fuck me so hard. She thought about signing him up for music, but she had done enough fucking with Jeremy for now. She folded it many, many times before giving it to Jeremy. 'please don't unfold it. please.' She prayed in her head.

Fuck, if he ruins this I will kill him.

Raising an eyebrow when she looked like she wrote something on it, then she folded it a million times, he got a bit suspicious.
Flashing a quick "Thank you." He turns away from her, and then picks up a pencil then unfolding it;
it said

"oh my god I'm a gay lesbian and; I want teacher to fuck me so hard."
Grinning, he rubbed out his name on the top and wrote "Sonya Belrose" and slyly put on the teachers desk, while also asking for another sheet of paper to fill up as he 'lost' his. The teacher giving him a suspicious look but then sighing then handing him another one, he walked back to his table and flashed a sly grin to Sonya, then began filling his other form again.

The teacher didn't notice the paper that Jeremy handed in, yet.

Getting up after finishing his REAL form, he walks over to the teacher and hands it in. Giggling under his breath.

She saw the grin. Something was fishy. She walked up to the teacher and forgot-hey, I threw mine in a paper airplane. He knows that right? I think so. Oh yay, she saved herself. She was probably still dead, but maybe she saved herself. Besides, he would note the handwriting, right? The handwriting is drastically different. It had to be. She walked back to her chair.

If she ends up in swimming, she will flip 5 fucking shits and tear Jeremy's dick off and shove his unmade sperm into his eyes and make it so that he'll have a vagina.

Iris took the form from Ms. Yoshioka, "Thank you," she said as she headed back to her seat. She quickly read the form, her hand flying over it. Then she grabbed her pencil and filled out her form.

Iris Zero
19
B
Home Ec

She stood up again and gave it to the teacher.

-Section B-

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“Good morning students. I am your homeroom teacher and science teacher. My name is Ms. Konomi Yoshioka and I hope everyone in this class will be cooperative.".”

“A school staff managed to lose some files, so please fill up these forms and pass them to me afterwards.” She instructed. As she walked over to her desk, she glanced around the room. “I will also announce your seatmates once everybody is done. You can enjoy your free time afterwards but some people might come in to introduce themselves.”

Taking his temporary seat right behind the door, he waited patiently as his slip of paper was handed to him and filled it up immediately.

Name: Alois F. Jeon
Age: Seventeen
Section: B
Clubs:
-Photography
-Home eco
-Swimming -Arch
-Swimming

Unsure about his last choice, he eenie-meenie-minie-moed and sincerely hoped he wouldn't regret it later on. Handing over his paper, he scanned the classroom. It seemed rather average, with students chattering away, sharing their choices and having a good time. Then there were a few that decided to keep to themselves.

Alois shook his head. He wasn't going to interfere with them unless he really needed to, but he always had a knack for taking care of others- whether they liked it or not. That was the one flaw he was aware of and tried hard to change, but he couldn't help himself at times. He took one more look at the more reclusive student positioned at the window seat and mentally scolded himself as his maternal instincts began to act up.

While his eyes did a general sweep of the classroom, he noticed a girl who seemed to be staring off into space and shuffling her hands over the paper she was given. Upon closer inspection he noticed in place of where the words should have been, there were raised dots aligned into patterns.

Braille? he put two and two together. Oh...

---

He skipped happily back to his seat, the side of his butt managing to collide with a few tables on his way- and waited patiently for the results, daydreaming about his school year that has yet to unfold.

With his mind still lingering on the sight-deprived student though, he figured he would have to learn her name and somehow convey to her with his words what the firework show would've looked like later on- complete with an audio recording from his phone.

Harumi was seated two tables away from the window. She stared at the scenery, but was snapped out of it when a woman entered and introduced herself as their homeroom and science teacher. Although she had a serious look on her face, she could tell that the teacher was going to be nice. After Ms. Konomi handed her the form, she couldn't help but smile. She was right about bringing a pen after all.

Name: Harumi Yukimura
Age: 17
Section: B
Clubs:
-Home Economics
-Photography
-Arts
Swimming

Harumi let out a deep breath. She wanted to join the swimming club too, but they were only allowed to join three. Deciding to just shrug it off, she stood up and placed her paper on the teacher's desk. As she returned to her seat, she went back to thinking. Her right palm was on her cheek, and her right elbow was supporting her arm. What was the school year going to be like? Also, what would she do after graduation? She wasn't sure which course to pursue yet. Besides, she wasn't even sure if-

Harumi's train of thoughts broke when someone's ass bumped onto her table. She shot the guy an annoyed glance, but her face relaxed when she saw that it was just the guy in the principal's office. He seemed outgoing and friendly, at least. Harumi looked away and glanced at the other students who were filling up their forms. She noticed one girl who was feeling her paper with her hand.. Wait, was it in braille? She realized that she was visually impaired. Harumi somehow felt sorry.. how was she going to see the fireworks tonight?

No more than ever,Maiko was relieved to see the principal. Alas,the awkward situation has come to an end....has it?

Keeping his words locked in her mind,she then proceeded to her new classroom alongside her new classmates;Alois and the pink-haired girl.
"Oh. That's right. I don't know her name yet." To this thought,she gave a small frown. ".....But no worries. We'll know each other once we get to class."

---

Maiko stood in front of the whole class to get a clearer image of the surrounding.
Turning to the area which consisted of the windows,she soon noticed the pink-haired girl seated near to it,just two tables away,Alois just behind the door and another girl who's gaze was fixed in one place. Her expression seemed dull. Must be those First-Day-of-School stomach turns. She thought.

Making her decision,she took her seat next to the window as the ray of sunlight started to slowly dim and set,giving her a calming aura,as if all her stomach turns and piled-up thoughts and expectations has temporarily gone away,giving her a craving for music and making her remember her father back home.How is he doing? She pondered.

Maiko shed a wide smile to the reminding thought of the firework show occurring in just a few hours from now. Man I can't wait!

---

After her homeroom teacher introduced herself and handed out the forms,Maiko gently placed her headphones and her cellphone,which were connected together,inside her bag,took out her pencil case and then scribbled away.

Name: Maiko Nozomi
Age: 17
Section: B
Clubs:
-Basketball
-Arts
-Performing arts

Once finished,she pushed herself up from her seat and placed her form on the teacher's desk. Passing by the girl who seemed dull,Maiko gave a look of suspicion when seen that she tried to fill up her form in the case of Braille.
No. It wasn't the First-Day-of-School stomach turns. She was blind.
Trying not to cause any trouble,Maiko shifted back to her seat,still having her gaze affixed to her classmate with no sense of sight as pity rose up her spine. This gave her a big urge to just jolt up from her seat and start making good relationships not only with her, but with the rest of her class.
But due to the cause of "reassuring herself", she stayed glued to her seat and waited for the right moment.

"Yeah! No problem."

Evan gave her a grateful smile as he took the pencil, taking a moment to look her over as he did. He vaguely remembered her from the group in the auditorium earlier; it was hard to forget such an exotic hair color, after all. "Thanks! I owe you one." As he turned to fill out his form, Evan couldn't shake the feeling that he would regret saying that later on.

Name: Evan Lance
Age: 19
Section: A
Clubs: Performing Arts, Home Ec.

Evan contemplated joining a third club once again, but the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm himself. He turned his form in to the teacher, then sat back down and handed the girl her pencil back. "Thanks again," he said with a friendly grin. "I'm Evan, by the way." He couldn't remember if he had introduced himself earlier, but figured there was no harm in doing so again.

Yep, it was boring in her class. She grabbed the form that was given to her and filled it out.

Name: Alyssa Summers
Age: 18
Section: B
Clubs: Performing Arts, Swimming.

And with that she gave the paper back to the girl. For some reason, Alyssa's mind went to think about Evan. It was nice talking to him and he was a good guy, friend to be exact. And she couldn't wait to see him in their club! It will be hilarious and fun to see him dancing. Maybe she could show him so moves, depends on his dance moves! Alyssa giggled to herself just thinking about it.

Much, MUCH later, back in the classroom, Conner yawned and tapped a pencil to the side of his head. It was only the first day of school and already he'd been in and out of several crazy situations. The classroom seemed rather boring in comparison, he thought, as he doodled a picture of his dog from home on a scrap piece of paper next to him. He probably wasn't the best drawer in the world, but doing so helped him to focus. He paused in his drawing when someone put a form down in front of him:

Name: Conner Reinsberg
Age: 18
Section: A
Clubs: Home economics

Next to 'Home economics' he made a little scribble of a kitty face, before handing it back to the teacher's assistant.

Masaru grabbed a pencil from his backpack before setting it down, laying his eyes upon the piece of paper he had to fill out, but his mind wandered off elsewhere as he stared out the window, cursing out silently in his mind.

Stupid backpack... Masaru thought as he sulked silently at his desk. Stupid uncle... Masaru was in the second stage of grief, or anger. Maybe if he told me I didn't have to bring a backpack than I would make some friends, but oh no! Let's not forget the fact that some guy also yelled at me even though I tried to save him from fainting at the sight of my backpack... Masaru looked down at his piece of paper and let out an slightly audible groan.

"I suppose this is permanent for the time being..." Masaru muttered under his breath as he filled out the piece of paper.



Wait... should I put my last name first to be formal? I should? Right? ... No, no, I shouldn't, too formal...



... How old am I again? Masaru thought in his head, a mental image of a palm hitting his face repeatedly showing up his head. I'm an idiot... I'm 17, right? No... that sounds a bit off... 18, I should put 18 just to be safe... maybe that makes me seem a bit too old... 16. 16 should be the age I put down.



... Wait! No! I seem too young! I should put down 18! Maybe the people younger than me will look up to someone older than them! Yeah! Masaru gave off a nod as he quickly erased "16" and put down "18."



Clubs, huh? I don't think they have a Kendo club here... do they? But if I put it down, maybe the other kids will think I'm weird... perhaps I should only practice Kendo in my dorm? ... Wait... is it mandatory for a club? ... I mean, I suppose I can make more friends in a club, but still, isn't it going to be awkward? Oh dear, it is mandatory, isn't it? I don't even know what kinds of club they have here! Masaru looked over to his right and saw a student hurriedly filling out his application. Masaru leaned over subtly - although it completely wasn't, Masaru literally got out of his chair to lean over, being completely noticeable.

Alright, Home Ec sounds nice! I'll put it down!



Masaru quickly got up and dropped it at the stack, going back to sit down at his original seat, looking out the window with only one thought in his head.

Okay! Now that that's done... what's Home Ec?

Kirra Argent
Kirra Argent merely raised an eyebrow at Alois's explanation but simply left it at that, just then as if on cue the principle walked in and quickly apologised for bing late. Kirra listened closely to what the principle said next as she knew that he would be assigning them to their class groups. when she found out that Alois wasn't in her class she was a little disappointed, he was a very interesting and a very mysterious kind of guy but even still she wasn't sure if he was friend of foe yet.

Once her lesson room was confirmed she began to make her way to it, luckily she was just on time although it really wouldn't have mattered her teacher was late and as he introduced himself as Mr. Tadashi Mochizuki and apologised for his lateness he continued as if nothing had happened. He began to hand out some forms that they had to fill in due to lost files apparently. So like a good little student she began to fill them in:

Name: Kirra Argent
Age: 17
Section: A
Clubs: Art, Photography

She then got up and handed the form to the teacher at the desk.

Alex took out a pencil and wrote down his info.

Name: Alexander Gildone
Age: 18
Section: B
Clubs:

Alex handed his paper in with out any clubs listed because he didn't want to join any clubs yet. When he turned to return to his seat he glanced at this one girl who looked nervous in her seat (Maiko). Alex then sat in his seat and thought for a sec and then took a breath and turned toward Maiko and said "You do know that even though she is blind she can still tell when someone is staring at her"

Later in the classroom, Mina took a seat, looking around. Her attention was soon caught by a woman who entered the room. She introduced herself as Konomi Yoshiaka, the homeroom teacher for Section B. "Oh, at least she seems nice," Mina thought, eyeing the teacher as she sulked in her seat. Since her last encounter with that weird guy, Mina had lost the courage to talk to anyone. She took the form, quickly reading and filling it in with messy cursive.

Name: Mina Ko
Age: 18
Section: B
Clubs:

She paused. Which club did she want to join? Mina stared at her paper for a while before looking up to scan the room. Most of her classmates had already turn in their forms. She looked to her left, spotting a girl with braille. She then looked to her right, catching a girl who was giggling. Well, she seemed very happy. Another student then left his seat to turn in his form.

"Shit, I'll just... I'll just.

Clubs: Basketball and Art.

Okay. She was pretty good at basketball in her middle school. But art. When was the last time she touched a paintbrush? It had been a while, and Mina was sure that her skills were rusty. She stood up, turned her form in, and sat back down in her seat. A few seconds went by before she cautiously glanced at the giggle girl. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

"Heya, I'm Mina," she said, smiling at the girl.

"Thanks! I owe you one."

Evan commented and Evangeline returned the grateful smile. It was nice to hear some manners. Most of the day she was surrounded by her brothers who idea of manners was to not break your things too badly when they returned them from being stolen in the first place. But what one thing did he owe her? Was this code word among the drug dealer ring in this school for something? Evangeline winked awkwardly at Evan, showing that she understood, and if he wanted to give her the package of goods, she was ready for them.

Her pockets were ready for them.

Her green eyes then watched Evan fill out his slip and get up to turn his paper in. Her pencil still tight in his hand. Her lips now gaped in shock. "I thought he was different.. " she grumbled, assuming that the boy had now stolen her beloved pencil and that she would not be getting it back today, or perhaps ever again. At his return, he handed back the pencil.

He even thanked her for stealing it.

"I will assume that was the one thing he owed me. It's probably better this way anyways, this guy is a weirdo." Eva thought, taking the pencil and putting it down on the table securely next to her. She hadn't given her paper to the teacher yet. Wasn't he supposed to just come pick it up? What was this guy getting paid for? To look pretty and for Evangeline to make terrible math sex puns at him?

"I'm Evan, by the way."

"Hold that thought- Evan Bytheway." Evangeline told the boy, putting her hand up to stop him from talking as she scooted behind him; paper and pencil in hand. She laid the paper on the teacher's desk quickly, as it seemed like he was about to take Sonya and put her into a choke hold. Sitting back down she decided the best place for her pencil was back in her pocket.

"I'm Evangeline." she creepily smiled, giving the boy a look that would make most people nervous.