[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXWoXxwl4-c]Warakuma High - Class 1-1 [/url]

Chiaki was sitting at her desk in the middle of the room chatting with some fellow first years that recognised her from her work. "Yeah, its just a mild illness, nothing to be afraid for, I should be better in a few months." Or so she told them. They questioned her about her hiatus as a model because of her 'sickness'. It seemed as if that was the offical reason for her leaving the workd of pop. But of course, that was a lie.

Chiaki could here from the back if the room the groaning of a fellow student whom seemed to be having issues with his pen, judging by the many crease marks on his paper and the proken pieces around his shoes. Perhaps he needed a new one. Chiaki decided to lend him one of her pens, as it was a nice thing to do. By doing this she would be fullfilling her good karma for the day. She paused the conversation with the other students and walked over to the boy. Handing him a black pen with a fancy flower design sprawling over it.
"Here, you can use my pen, I could here you struggling from my seat over there." She pointed over to where she was sitting. "It is purple, but I'm sure it will suffice for now, I better go." She smiled as she tilted her head, returning to her seat, rejoining the conversation with her fellow students.

"Clubs? Hmm, I'm considering starting my own actually..."