|
Post by Mr Spock on Mar 5, 2013 21:29:43 GMT
Class 3-A of Neo-Tokyo's Central Junior High School was a reasonably normal, well-adjusted class. They had their cliques, and their outcasts, their boys that flirted with girls and their girls that flirted with boys. And they had several students who would grow to be more important than they could ever imagine as they sat messing around, waiting for the school day to end.
In the back corner, as always, sat the group of girls who had been friends since they were barely old enough to work, riding on their mothers' friendship from when they were at school.
The first and oldest of the girls, Azami Aino, had her blonde curls tied back in a high ponytail and was laughing, reapplying her lip gloss. Her closest friend, Raiden, was dozing on the desk they shared, her wild brown mess spilling over her face and the desk.
On the desk in front of them, Kitty and Thalassa sat, Thalassa yawning placidly as she watched the clock tick away the minutes towards three o clock, tossing her long plait over her shoulder.
On the other side of the room, past the boys throwing things at each other and the teacher who had given up making students pay attention this close to home time, Ruka sat, drawing a picture of the city on the sketchpad she carried everywhere. Every few seconds she would brush the same lock of mousey hair behind her ear, and every few seconds it would escape from behind her ear and fall into her eyes again. Growling, she pushed it back more forcefully and began to add detail to her drawing just as the bell rang.
|
|