"Ughhhhh."

Shinobu was staring at the alarm clock on the table right next to her bed. The clinical, white plastic of the bottle of Rilutek was reflecting the sun's light right into her eyes as the alarm clock's radio played one classical piece or another. She'd heard the radio start playing, sure, and it had woken her up too. She just hadn't actually gotten up after about an hour of lying there. With the sun glaring in her eyes, though, there wasn't much choice. She had always been sensitive to light.

She slowly rolled herself to the side of the bed, dangling her feet off of it as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. And that was where she remained for a good ten minutes, doing nothing more than staring down at the shoes which she had put in the optimal spot for slipping her feet into with the least effort. It wasn't as if she was in deep thought or anything, she just didn't want to move. Finally, she pulled on what little willpower one has after an inadequate night's sleep and put on her socks (which she had laid atop her shoes). 

Another five minutes passed in-between her putting on the socks and her putting on thee shoes.

[i]Dammit.[/i] She thought. [i]What's the point of going to a school if I'm going to die before I actually need to know any of the stuff I learn?[/i]

Despite that attitude, she grabbed her cane and lifted herself up on it. Standing up was always somewhat of a harrowing experience-one never really knew if they would be able to do it or not. Once again, she took a few minutes to stall herself, then took the first step of the day.

"Whoop-de-doo." She said, her voice entirely devoid of any positive emotion he phrase would normally indicate. "I can still move my feet."

Having confirmed that she didn't need to scream for help like the pathetic near-vegetable she was getting closer and closer to being, she reached over to the desk and unscrewed the bottle that held her medication. Rilutek. Taking her allotted dose every day might just give her a nine percent chance of surviving another year.

Nine.

Percent.

Maybe not even that, apparently, it "Metabolizes differently in each gender". Whatever the hell the doctor meant by that. Perhaps it would possibly let her maybe survive a bit longer, and perhaps it was as useful as a sugar pill. The latter was probably the case. After all, it isn't like good things happened to her.

Still, she had to take her daily dose or else she might hear a few stern words, so she popped one of the pills into her mouth and swallowed it in the same second. Getting water for it would have required too much movement, she could just drink some later to make sure it worked. Not like decreased effectiveness in it would actually have that much of an impact, after all, one percent of nine percent is about as insignificant as an amoeba was to her. Or as she was to the rest of the world.

After downing the pill, she walked out of the room. Well, not quite walking. More like a slow trundle, due to the necessity of her cane. It was a slow trip, to be sure. ALS doesn't make moving all that easy on you, after all. However, thanks to the alarm clock being set far earlier than she had thought (someone probably bumped the buttons or something), she managed to join up with the crowd of people walking to the opening ceremony.

Had she not been completely stuck at home for god-knows-how-long, she probably would have had a moment where she freaked out about her clothes. Not that there was anything to freak out about, of course. She'd slept in her uniform specifically because she knew she would forget in the morning, which she seemed to have done, considering the fact that she hadn't thought about it at all. It was probably a good thing she didn't, though. Even the slightest panicked expression would inevitably lead to someone asking about you.

[i]Oh hey look, a helpless girl with a cane, how cute![/i] She thought, mocking the thoughts of anyone who might approach her. [i]I'll ask if she's okay, I'm sure she'll love me for that! I'm such a good person! Look at me, everyone, I'm so nice![/i]

She sighed, being sure to keep it quieter than her steps-lest she be noticed by someone.

[i]Ugh. These next few years are going to be terrible.[/i]