Takako had felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb as she sat in the auditorium, surrounded by all the other first years. There was an air of nervous excitement that she shared with them, but they also all carried a certain level of refinement that she felt a distinct lack of. They all held their heads high and sat with perfect posture, even as they chattered amongst themselves and looked around excitedly, while Takako slumped slightly in her seat. The difference between herself and her peers had been obvious from the moment she'd arrived at the academy. She'd stumbled out of her cheap taxi, carrying her brown twenty year old hand-me-down suitcase, only to be confronted by the sight of a girl no older than herself stepping gracefully out of a limousine, of all things, helped by an aide who carried her pristine pastel pink luggage for her. Welcome to the elite class indeed...
Once the opening ceremony had concluded and the students had been dismissed, Takako had found herself swept along by the crowd, everyone rushing to see what rooms they were in. Takako just tried not to step on anyones toes as she reached the bulletin board. She was slightly shorter than everyone around her so she had to strain up onto her tip-toes to see the board clearly as she scanned it for her name. She found it and noted the number alongside it before carefully weaving her way out of the crowd of excitable girls. Breathing a sigh of relief at having escaped she tightened her grip on her cheap suitcase and, remembering the layout of the school from the map she had memorised, made her way towards the large student dorm.
Takako stopped in front of the dorm building and stared up at it in awe. She had been expecting it to be big but the sight still rendered her speechless. She was going to be living in this place for the next three years? It was bigger than the whole building of her old school! Her gawking was suddenly interrupted when another first year, rushing to meet one of her friends, bumped into her back as she ran past. The girl gave a short apology over her shoulder but didn't even break her stride. Takako, on the other hand, almost toppled forwards and ended up dropping her suitcase. The clasps on the case sprang open when it hit the ground and spat most of her belongings out onto the ground, a mass of old clothes, 100 yen store accessories and, contrastingly, shiny brand new textbooks that she'd only be able to get her hands on thanks to her scholarship. Takako scrambled to the ground, hastily scooping the things back into the suitcase in a distinctly unladylike fashion, her face turning a dark shade of red as some girls stopped to look.