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Chapter 3: Beginning
Miss Takoya had followed me to the room so she could introduce me without mass chaos appearing, but honestly, I would rather the chaos. Rather than allowing time for me to  gather myself at the door, she just opened it directly, giving me no time to think, I simply had to follow her in there. Great, here goes nothing. As she enters the room, I stand by the doorway, hesitating, but quickly walk in. As I do, I am met by many gasps, and I sense the classes' anticipation. I guess I can see where there coming from. They don't know why I'm here for the brief second they have time to think, as Miss Takoya instantly starts on the explanation.
"This is Kaoru Saito, a new student to this class. I trust you will treat him the same as anyone else." She said, spreading a look of disbelief across the class. Almost everyone looked amazed, other than a few individuals, who I obviously don't know. By the time I had noticed, the head teacher had already left the class, abandoning me to the wrath of the class. Everyone simply stared at me, making me feel quite awkward. Even the teacher seemed dumbstruck. Wishing to even partially rid myself of the situation, I attempted to walk towards my seat. When I went to do so, I noticed a Girl to my left had stood up, and looked at me with sheer anger, placing her arms against the desk. Although you've probably heard the saying a thousand times before, this times for real; if looks could kill, I'd be on my way to heaven now. The dark haired female screamed at me -
"This has ALWAYS been a girl's school! You have no place here!"
…
Yeah, thanks for the warm welcome. To make matters worse, I saw her grip the table, and then, um, lift it.   She held it directly above her head, and then surprisingly (at least to me) launched it directly towards me. My reactions too slow, as well as the fact the distance between us was less than a meter, it hit me directly on the head. It was quite a blunt hit seeing as there was not much distance, and I got hit by the pure wooden part; but, um… Ouch. The blow also managed to knock me over, toppling down. As would be expected, this caused the whole class to show signs of hysterics from giggling to full out laughing. From everybody but my assailant. She simply stood in fumes, and remained like that until her aura killed the atmosphere in the room, when she returned to her seat, collecting her desk; without even glimpsing at me.
Man, is this the worst second impression possible to make? No one really cares if it's because of someone else. My first impression was quite bluntly an embarrassing and disastrous one. If that's the one that normally leads a lasting impression, and I've had a repeat of that, I can only see my life going towards the direction of a living hell. As I stood I was unsure what to do, and downright confused. The teacher had shown no reaction to her outburst, but I dared not say anything. It just seemed to me the whole class was in a different world. I went to my seat, realising on my way there that every eye in the class was either on me or my attacker. As I sat down, I resisted the urge to clench my head with my hands as people normally do when faced with pain, instead sitting in a "normal position."
For the record, just the situation feels weird. Sure, my previous school have been mixed, meaning there is always a mix of genders. But being surrounded by simply genders of the opposite sex just feels slightly weird and unnerving. The added weight of my first appearance being probably the worst possible. Completely different scenario, but it's almost like a Zombie in a horror movie dropping from the sky as graceful as an angel wearing a ballet suit. In other words, the exact opposite effect wanted (in my example to scare the watcher). Anyway. Back to the "glory" of life.
The teacher of the class, who still seemed shocked at my appearance, had since walked in front of me, and with an angered tone told me this was a book explaining about the school, my classmates and timetable. I rushed through the student page, only vaguely glancing at the face and name before finding them in the room, to have some knowledge of the people around me. I knew in time knowledge of these people would probably be one of the most important things to know, only having about 5 minutes to the next period meant knowing where to go next was the first thing to consider. The school seemed to have a fairly standard layout, with the different years and subjects separated. This made me realise I would have to explain my embarrassing situation to each of the teachers over and over again for the next week, which is hardly something for me to be looking forward to.
The current classroom climate really was quite annoying when I'm trying to figure things out like this. Sure my arrival probably caused quite the stir, but it seems almost everyone is out of their seats talking amongst there groups, obviously also affected by the noise, being forced to talk louder over each other to be heard, resulting in louder volume once again. The homeroom teacher seemed to care little for this though, whether this is continuous or just for today Ill have to see.
Wait, that trail of thought just distracted me again. Annoying. And now there's only about a minute to next class. Crap. Looking at the timetable and slotting that into the map, it seems my next class if close by. If I follow someone else nearby going to the same place I might JUST be able to make it in time. Then again, the fact it's me will probably lead me exactly where I don't want to be... I'll just have to hope I can get a better grip of the school during my next lesson... but of course, that's not going to happen, is it?

***
The corridors between lessons seem to be crowded. Very crowded. I tried to keep a low profile and avoid any questions (surprisingly, this seemed to work as no one stopped me at all!) until I got to my next class. Gym. Apart from the occasional tennis match, it is a class I could really do without. And I get it first; but that's my luck and nothing will ever change that. However, at the time I really didn't think of the most basic of problems. Being used to the same old thing for a large portion of my life, obvious things are easily forgotten. Heck, even standing outside the changing rooms it barely struck me. With my previous schools being solely assigned to the male gender, It didn't cross my mind... until now.
"What have we here?" A unfamiliar and unfriendly voice questioned, sounding to already know the answer. Being slouched and with my head down to be as small as possible while not standing out, I lifted my head to look at the woman in front of me. I chose not to speak, but rather listen, still unaware of the problem.
She went on to do the usual ranting about a boy, and cocked an eyelid at my answer.
"Well... lets say your story is true. How do you plan to get changed?"
...Good question. As an all girls school, why would they have a male P.E. kit, never mind an area to get changed?
This way but the first of my many problems that day. However, it got sorted, but it's not a solution I want to talk about... certainly another reason to be taunted. Most people may say at least today can't get any worse... but with my luck, I know far better than that.

Or not. The bell for last period rang, and I was out. Bad luck all used up? Hopefully... but likely? Not a chance.

Description
Chapter 3: Beginning
Miss Takoya had followed me to the room so she could introduce me without mass chaos appearing, but honestly, I would rather the chaos. Rather than allowing time for me to  gather myself at the door, she just opened it directly, giving me no time to think, I simply had to follow her in there. Great, here goes nothing. As she enters the room, I stand by the doorway, hesitating, but quickly walk in. As I do, I am met by many gasps, and I sense the classes' anticipation. I guess I can see where there coming from. They don't know why I'm here for the brief second they have time to think, as Miss Takoya instantly starts on the explanation.
"This is Kaoru Saito, a new student to this class. I trust you will treat him the same as anyone else." She said, spreading a look of disbelief across the class. Almost everyone looked amazed, other than a few individuals, who I obviously don't know. By the time I had noticed, the head teacher had already left the class, abandoning me to the wrath of the class. Everyone simply stared at me, making me feel quite awkward. Even the teacher seemed dumbstruck. Wishing to even partially rid myself of the situation, I attempted to walk towards my seat. When I went to do so, I noticed a Girl to my left had stood up, and looked at me with sheer anger, placing her arms against the desk. Although you've probably heard the saying a thousand times before, this times for real; if looks could kill, I'd be on my way to heaven now. The dark haired female screamed at me -
"This has ALWAYS been a girl's school! You have no place here!"
…
Yeah, thanks for the warm welcome. To make matters worse, I saw her grip the table, and then, um, lift it.   She held it directly above her head, and then surprisingly (at least to me) launched it directly towards me. My reactions too slow, as well as the fact the distance between us was less than a meter, it hit me directly on the head. It was quite a blunt hit seeing as there was not much distance, and I got hit by the pure wooden part; but, um… Ouch. The blow also managed to knock me over, toppling down. As would be expected, this caused the whole class to show signs of hysterics from giggling to full out laughing. From everybody but my assailant. She simply stood in fumes, and remained like that until her aura killed the atmosphere in the room, when she returned to her seat, collecting her desk; without even glimpsing at me.
Man, is this the worst second impression possible to make? No one really cares if it's because of someone else. My first impression was quite bluntly an embarrassing and disastrous one. If that's the one that normally leads a lasting impression, and I've had a repeat of that, I can only see my life going towards the direction of a living hell. As I stood I was unsure what to do, and downright confused. The teacher had shown no reaction to her outburst, but I dared not say anything. It just seemed to me the whole class was in a different world. I went to my seat, realising on my way there that every eye in the class was either on me or my attacker. As I sat down, I resisted the urge to clench my head with my hands as people normally do when faced with pain, instead sitting in a "normal position."
For the record, just the situation feels weird. Sure, my previous school have been mixed, meaning there is always a mix of genders. But being surrounded by simply genders of the opposite sex just feels slightly weird and unnerving. The added weight of my first appearance being probably the worst possible. Completely different scenario, but it's almost like a Zombie in a horror movie dropping from the sky as graceful as an angel wearing a ballet suit. In other words, the exact opposite effect wanted (in my example to scare the watcher). Anyway. Back to the "glory" of life.
The teacher of the class, who still seemed shocked at my appearance, had since walked in front of me, and with an angered tone told me this was a book explaining about the school, my classmates and timetable. I rushed through the student page, only vaguely glancing at the face and name before finding them in the room, to have some knowledge of the people around me. I knew in time knowledge of these people would probably be one of the most important things to know, only having about 5 minutes to the next period meant knowing where to go next was the first thing to consider. The school seemed to have a fairly standard layout, with the different years and subjects separated. This made me realise I would have to explain my embarrassing situation to each of the teachers over and over again for the next week, which is hardly something for me to be looking forward to.
The current classroom climate really was quite annoying when I'm trying to figure things out like this. Sure my arrival probably caused quite the stir, but it seems almost everyone is out of their seats talking amongst there groups, obviously also affected by the noise, being forced to talk louder over each other to be heard, resulting in louder volume once again. The homeroom teacher seemed to care little for this though, whether this is continuous or just for today Ill have to see.
Wait, that trail of thought just distracted me again. Annoying. And now there's only about a minute to next class. Crap. Looking at the timetable and slotting that into the map, it seems my next class if close by. If I follow someone else nearby going to the same place I might JUST be able to make it in time. Then again, the fact it's me will probably lead me exactly where I don't want to be... I'll just have to hope I can get a better grip of the school during my next lesson... but of course, that's not going to happen, is it?

***
The corridors between lessons seem to be crowded. Very crowded. I tried to keep a low profile and avoid any questions (surprisingly, this seemed to work as no one stopped me at all!) until I got to my next class. Gym. Apart from the occasional tennis match, it is a class I could really do without. And I get it first; but that's my luck and nothing will ever change that. However, at the time I really didn't think of the most basic of problems. Being used to the same old thing for a large portion of my life, obvious things are easily forgotten. Heck, even standing outside the changing rooms it barely struck me. With my previous schools being solely assigned to the male gender, It didn't cross my mind... until now.
"What have we here?" A unfamiliar and unfriendly voice questioned, sounding to already know the answer. Being slouched and with my head down to be as small as possible while not standing out, I lifted my head to look at the woman in front of me. I chose not to speak, but rather listen, still unaware of the problem.
She went on to do the usual ranting about a boy, and cocked an eyelid at my answer.
"Well... lets say your story is true. How do you plan to get changed?"
...Good question. As an all girls school, why would they have a male P.E. kit, never mind an area to get changed?
This way but the first of my many problems that day. However, it got sorted, but it's not a solution I want to talk about... certainly another reason to be taunted. Most people may say at least today can't get any worse... but with my luck, I know far better than that.

Or not. The bell for last period rang, and I was out. Bad luck all used up? Hopefully... but likely? Not a chance.