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After cheer practice, Frey usually went back to the dorms straight away either to rest up or power through her school work. Today was a teensy bit different. She was wearing a cute mushroom shirt for practice earlier, and it caught the attention of one of her cheerleaders. Now, Frey isn’t selfish when it comes to revealing the secrets of where she gets her clothes-- she’s a rather frugal person and most of her clothes are a bit old. But whens she does end up getting new additions to her wardrobe, they are either gifts, or--

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Cooking might be a popular choice for the kids (after all, who’d skip a class where you got to taste-test food!) but just because she had a lot of students, that didn’t mean Maya viewed them as anything other than individuals first and foremost. She went out of her way to memorize faces and names, even paying attention to little details about them--whether it be hobbies or mannerisms. So, of course, just like chocolate chip cookies in a jar, Maya noticed when one of them went missing.

Komari Tachibana reminded Maya of tangerine pancakes. Soft, warm with a hint of zest, and just what you wanted to see first thing in the mornings. No, she wasn’t the best at cooking, but the passion and creativity she brought to her projects more than made up for it! She cheered others on, and even when she struggled, she never let it bring her down. Komari brought a sweet fullness to every room, so whenever she didn’t show up, the day felt a little less like a complete breakfast. Maya knew her class wasn’t as important as say… math or english. But with Komari’s absences increasing, Maya found herself stopping the girl before she could leave after the bell.

Yo!

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There was one sound that could be heard in the Principal’s office, as Cyan sat there, staring down at a particular sheet of paper. A tap tap tapping as he drummed his fingers against the desk and tried to decide how to handle the new situation.How to best approach it so the student he needed to see wouldn’t have too much unnecessary attention drawn to them.

Putting down the paper, he looked off to the side for a moment before getting up to speak with one of the school secretaries. Soon after, a messenger was sent to fetch one Komari Tachibana, and all that was left was to wait for her to arrive. 

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It made for an odd sight-- or rather, she made for an odd sight.

There meditating on the grassy fields of Harvest Academy was a short haired brunette girl he doesn’t really know. She looked at peace. Or trying to be at peace. Now, this shouldn’t be too odd, but right now, classes were in session. Kyle knows cause he just dodged one.

Ever so sneakily, he walked in front of the girl. Far enough not to alert her, near enough to get a good look. She seemed vaguely familiar but no name comes to mind. Maybe once she opens her eyes? 

“Actually...” He whispered to himself, realizing this would make for a cool snap. He doesn’t have his camera right now, but his phone wasn’t too bad. So he takes out his phone, readies the camera and-- SNAP! A loud shutter sound suddenly broke the silence, and to add in to his slip-up, a bright light came right after. He forgot to mute his phone and turn the flash off.

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While Antoinette had hoped that taking volleyball this year might get her out of the actual hell that was jogging around in these stupid gym uniforms, it had turned out that their teacher had other ideas--on some trail tiny, wooded trail no less. She might not have been happy about this, but Antoinette had always been of the belief that if you’re going to do anything, you had better do it right. So nary a complaint was heard from the blue haired princess each day as she changed and as she stretched. Over the school year thus far, she had gone from running with no form and trailing far behind, winded before they’d made real progress to comfortably keeping up.

Despite her progress, mistakes still happened--today, for example, Antoinette had been so fixated on propelling herself forward and to the front of the crowd (because, whether the teacher admitted it or not, Antoinette saw this as a race) that she hadn’t paid attention to the obstacles on the ground in front of her and managed to get her foot tangled up in a root, sending her crashing down to the ground with a yelp as she skidded her knees and palms against the pebbles and twigs littering the ground and smeared dirt across her front.

Most of her classmates didn’t spare her so much as a glance as she attempted to pull her foot free, but she only froze in shock when a pair of girls actually laughed at her. Caught off guard, Antoinette’s features softened and slackened in surprise. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath before forcefully yanking her foot out from the root with a sharp, hissing inhale of pain.

Even then, she was at another impasse--even touching her foot to the ground left her ankle throbbing and tears welling and it was when Antoinette was considering the implications (was she going to have to just sit here and wait until--if she did at all--their teacher noticed she was missing from class and sent someone to get her? What then?) when she heard approaching footsteps.

She sniffed harshly, hurrying to wipe at her eyes before the girl could catch her.