Amy looked around at the tall buildings as she stepped towards the front door of the main building of her brand new school. She was a transfer student from out of town as well as a freshman. She carefully examined her class schedule as she tried to navigate where her first class would be. Kids rushing by talking to class mates, everything was confusing and she was in a daze. She couldn't wait for lunch however, she heard that all the clubs and teams would have booths and such , for people like herself to sign up. She entered her first class room and sat down towards the front. She couldn't stop thinking about the volleyball team, she had played back in middle school and was excited to finally play at the highschool level. Amy waited for a moment as the final bell rang. The teacher at the front started talking

"Welcome to Calculas class , I'll be your teacher," she said

Amy smiled for a moment and then it hit her,
She looked back at her schedule, she didn't have calculus, she stood up and started walking out, the teacher stopped her.

"Where are you going?" The teacher asked,

"Umm I have the wrong class sorry, I'm new here, do you know where algebra 1 is?" She asked as the class chuckled at Amy's misfortune. The teacher pointed her the way and she went to her class, she kept thinking 'good job Amy way to start off the new year.' She walked into her correct class and sat down, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Boy lunch couldn't come fast enough.

"Peanuts?"

The young stewardess asked, leaning over. Riley looked up, "Yeah sure." she stated, putting her hand out as the woman placed the bag in her hand. She fiddled with the plastic wrapper before opening up the salty snack and popping a few into her mouth. To the right of her, a foot emerged between the airline seats. A decayed foot, grey in texture and decrepit. The toe nails broken and black. Her eyes widened as she outstretched her arm above her head to press the help button to summon back the stewardess. Pressing it multiple times the woman finally came. "Get this thing away from me!" Riley exclaimed, pointing towards the foot. The stewardess smiled, leaning over the girl and ripped the foot directly from the leg and dropping it into Riley's lap.

"FUCK."

A gasp escaped the girl's lips as she awoke from her strange dream. She was kicking herself for watching that horror movie last night before bed. Shooing her cat off her bed, Riley shifted and reached for her phone that sat on the bed side table. It was already time for school. She looked through her phone swiping off notifications from social networks and different applications. Her parents didn't want her on these sites, but what they didn't know wouldn't kill them.

Reading a few texts, she quickly remembered it was volleyball tryouts today. She was awfully excited to be back on the court with all her friends, and knew that this year would not be one to forget. Riley got out of bed in a hurry. Most of her family was gone doing their own morning routine so she had some time to herself for a minute. The basement was mostly her own in a way anyways, minus the laundry room and the karaoke machine. Getting a shower out of the way, she did only just a small amount of make up and getting ready- wanting to leave for school as soon as possible.

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Tick.

Tock.

As the hands on the clock drew nearer and nearer to the horrible hour, so too did Mac’s dread creep closer and closer to an inevitable boiling point. Again and again she checked the little piece of paper which dictated how the next several months of her life would be spent...but it stubbornly refused to change. Was it karma? Had she so greatly wronged somebody that THIS was what the universe saw fit to throw her way? Or was it an omen? A sign that, yes Mac, things WILL be as bad as you fear?

Math.

Even thinking the word made her want to shudder. Algebra I, as the little scrap of paper unfortunately confirmed on yet another check, would be her first class of her first year of her first high school. There was no getting around it. She would just have to woman up and go.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

It was easier said than done. Her legs didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to move from her little corner of the hallway by a window. Today would set the precedent for the rest of her high school life. Every day over the next four years would be judged against today. That pressure...well it was starting to build up. Mac couldn’t help but just gaze outside. How easy would it be to just leave right now? To just run far, far away and...and...uh…

Tock.

Tick.

And what? Where would she go? What would she do? She was being ridiculous. It was just a case of the nerves. She knew that. Gramps said that everybody got ‘em. All she had to do was go learn some stuff, have some fun, and it’d be over before she knew it. And hey, maybe math wouldn’t suck as much this year? Right? ...well, a girl could dream.

Without further delay, Mac wrapped up her little crisis, took a deep breath, and bounced her way to class.

She entered, found a seat towards the back near the windows, sat down, and pulled her notebook out from her bag before sitting the former on her desk and the latter by her seat. She was ready. She could do this! She could...wilt. Which she did immediately upon reading the words printed neatly in yellow chalk across the top of the blackboard at the front of the class.



It was too early for this shit. She needed some coffee. Granted, she had never drank so much as a drop of coffee before in her life, but by God she needed some at that moment. It could always have been worse though. She could have been like the girl who ended up barging into class a little bit after the final bell rang out. Mac felt for that chick. First class of your first day of your first year and you’re late? That poor girl was going to have rough time. But hey! At least it wasn’t her.

Because that.

Was.

Embarrassing.

The first day of his final year in high school was underway. Makoto was always carrying a cheerful grin, some people described it as a stupid smirk but the blonde boy figured it was a charming quirk of his. As he strutted through the halls he whistled a playful nursery rhyme knowing that having library duties during the first few periods of the day was a blessing. He could do what he pleased as long as he did his job at organizing the books and keeping things neat, that and not bothering the classes that were going on. Sure he needed to focus more on his studies for his college entrance exams, but he didn't want to worry too much about that since this was also his last year on the volleyball team.

This year he was going to help the team succeed in going further than ever before. He was a senior so he had to show the underclassmen that any dream was possible if they tried hard enough. A bit of blood, sweat, and tears never hurt anyone and he knew for a fact too many sweat and tears were wasted last year and not enough blood put into it. This year was going to be completely different as Makoto was going to help his best friend T.K. lead the team to victory.

As he wandered into the library with his stupid face and grin, he bowed, expecting to get a lecture for being late by the librarian, but to his surprise no one was there. He peeked his eyes open and slowly slid away into the aisles of the bookshelves. Makoto tapped the spines of the books until he came to a yellow hardcover titled The Sunflower Girl. "Sounds like my kinda girl," he muttered, opening the young adult book.

Once distracted by romance novels it was hard to get Makoto's attention off of it. The cure for that though, was always volleyball.

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Usually Kiley really enjoyed class, but her first class was math. She had never been good at it despite how much she studied. She was zoning out on the first day of class trying to decide what to do about what club to join. The news club she had been a part of the year prior had to disband because her and one other girl would be the only ones left and neither would be very good at recruiting. She knew that it'd probably be best to join a club that one of her friends was in, but she didn't have many friends. She was friends with Riley Khang, but Riley was in the volleyball club. Kiley had played volleyball a lot when she was younger, but she was probably a little rusty. Not to mention lots of people tend to come to watch games and numerous people were not Kiley's forte.

What should she do? Riley had mentioned the low numbers this year for the volleyball team. Her family also have tried to convince her to join. Maybe she should ask Riley next time they saw each other. For now though Kiley though it'd probably be best if she started paying attention. She looked up at the board and just saw a jumble of meaningless math that she'd never have any hope of remembering.

Alex was bored. Sure, he was one to get bored easily, but this was the first day of school. How could he already be bored to death? None of his friends were in this class so he didn't have anyone to pass notes to or make stupid faces at. The teacher was ridiculously strict and spent an eternity simply going over the class syllabus. The class rules were already two pages long by itself! No talking except during class discussions, no cell phones, no eating, no drinking, no listening to music, nothing! How was he going to survive? "Maybe actually paying attention and doing class work?" he thought only for a moment before shaking it off. "Like that is ever going to happen."

All he wanted was for classes to go by faster so he could go to the volleyball try outs. He had been practicing a lot during the break and was feeling all fired up.

Forgetting all about the rules, he pulled out a rice ball that he brought from home and began to eat. He was sitting in the back, but unfortunately the teacher still noticed.

"Mr. Randall! What did I just say about eating in class?" the teacher scolded, one could see a vein popping out of his head.

"Uh...Not allowed?" he answered with his mouth filled with rice, causing some to spill out. The rest of the class could not help but giggle.

"This is the first day so I'm letting you off with a warning, but the next time you are going to get detention! Don't let it happen again."

"Yessir..."

The first day of school was typically uneventful- all that ever happened was the reading of syllabi- some math classes got ahead and started early, but for the most part the first day of school was for clerical and organizational purposes. Luckily for Riley, most of his teachers knew him as Captain of the volleyball team, and allowed him to spend most of the day outside of class- presumably to put up fliers, though just as many teachers knew that he'd just be asleep in class otherwise.

So, Riley was left to wander the halls during the day, as he did with his ever leisurely pace, his backpack slung over a single shoulder, and stack of fliers clutched lazily in his other hand- a few stay fliers from the stack falling out occasionally as he walked down the hall, sticking them to bulletin boards when he saw them. Eventually he got bored and just leaned against the wall nearby bulletin boards, only getting up to move as teachers rounded the hallway, tacking on a flier as he did, making it appear as he had just made it to that bulletin board.

He finally found himself in the library. Spotting Makoto, Riley followed the other senior into the depths of the library.

"Ah Makoto." Riley said with a lazy whisper, as a way of getting the other senior's attention. "What time are tryouts again?"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Finally the lunch bell, she dashed out the door and into the outside path leading to the big lunch room, she walked through the door and their it was the club booths, a different club for almost anyone and anything, but she had already made up her mind and she immediately approached the volleyball, booth to sign up for the tryouts and club,

"H-hi , " she said quietly as talking to others wasn't her strong suit, "I am Amy, and I was wondering what time tryouts took place , and where they took place, sorry I'm new here?" She said as she looked up for the first time after running to the booth.

Tsuya was slightly nervous all day. For all the time she' been the gym assistant here, she'd been told what to do. Demonstrate this, help the students with that. She was always in a position of responsibility, but this afternoon would be her first day in a position of any kind of authority. She did not want to screw this up. It was her time to shine, and if she ever wanted to be promoted to gym teacher, this was the moment she had to prove she could do it.

Gym class in the morning had been uneventful. There was not a lot to do as they were doing track and field. She just had to watch and make sure nobody gets hurt of needs assistance, and this was a fairly senior class so they never did. It gave her plenty of time to think about Volleyball. Tsuya played Volleyball when she was in high school, but then, just like now, she just did what she was told by her coach. She didn't know much about volleyball tactics. All she knew was the rules. She wasn't even entirely sure why she had been made Coach this year, but she wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by!

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Tsuya waited behind the Volleyball booth as the lunch bell rang. To her surprise, not even five minutes after, when students had just started arriving, one girl already approached her.

@Deadlyrose9641

"Hello, Amy," answered the Gym Assistant, "Tryouts take place after classes are over, in the gym hall. If you'd just like to sign your name on the sheet."

Tsuya studied the girl. She seemed quite timid as a first impression and didn't look very athletic at first glance though she could surprise her. Tsuya had been surprised at the abilities of seemingly fragile-looking girls too often to ever write anybody off.

"So," she started, striking up a conversation to try and bring the girl out of her shell a little, "How are you finding Mino High so far?"

@silver carrot

Amy looked down and signed her name to the sheet, she then quickly looked back up,
"And where exactly is the gym at?" She asked. "Also it's fine so far barring my mistake. I wound up in an upperclassman math instead of mine own and had to arrive late, great first impression huh. But nevertheless I'll see you after classes are over then, Coach." She said extremely fast. She then turned away and walked back to a seat to eat her lunch slightly further away from the booths and began to eat her lunch alone.

By the time it was lunch, Alex was starving. He rushed over to the lunch line and struggled to fight through the crowds to get some food. Despite the fact that a lot of the students were in clubs and were at their booths, the lunch line was still hectic as ever. He managed to get a pork bun with minimal injuries and decided to check on the volleyball club booth.

He noticed a girl, talking to the coach but she left before he reached them. She was rather small, probably a first year. Kind of cute though. Regardless, he walked over there to greet the coach. "Heya Coach!" he said with a cheeky smile. "Any fresh meat for the team?" He opened the wrapper with his pork bun and proceeded to take a few, large bites of it. "Mmm... delicious..."

@Silver Carrot