First Day of Class

When I opened my eyes it was morning.

My memories were in pieces.

I know the reason; it was because my sisters were here and after some time the memories will return slowly on their own so, for now, I'd just have to suck it up.

Somehow though, I felt it was best that I did not remember.

Slipping from the large bed I leisurely padded to the bathroom, each step both graceful and noiseless, then took a shower.

Looking at my wristband, I recalled that I had those beasts I needed to deal with.

With a sigh, I attempted to contact the system.

"Can you transfer living beings, system?"

No answer, I left and went to dress myself. My shoulder length hair was mostly straight instead of the normal fluffy mass, the once ugly grey colour was a midnight blue/black that I brushed and secured in a single bun then added the ribbon.

Walking to the mirror in the separated dressing room, I made sure everything was in place before leaving the room.

Surprised at the sudden sound, I felt happy and so said a quick thank you.

From my personal wristband, I pulled out a flask of blood and gulped it down, making an ugly face (more from the thought than the taste) before stepping into the hall and securing the door.

As I travelled through the hallway, my head was bowed slightly while I contemplated about what Wincu said.

In the first place, Wincu was saved by my will alone.

I was not pressured. I suppose I needed a meat shield, and she was right there and later, well I guess, I needed someone to keep my company.

I never once questioned her about her background and most of the time kept to myself.

Though I have to admit that her being so close to me most of the time during the "freeze" I'd found her extremely tolerable.

Both Cehn and Wincu had progressed so well, I could not help but admire them. So why, if I had already concluded all of that, did I somehow subconsciously feel betrayed?

That I had to even cry for them?

My sisters?

I am old enough that I should have resolved it alone, but still...

Continuing on my way, I soon stood directly in front of the designated class. Lifting my head up as I took the final three steps through the sliding doors to enter my first class in this school, my face changed from cold to innocent as if I had gone through a metamorphosis.

Eyes were wide and filled with bottomless innocence, my lips were gentle. Overall, I looked like a small fragile child.

My head was bent, gaze downcast with a small hunch in my stature as if I wanted to run and hide instead of showing up in this class.

The class exploded in sounds of various questions and conversations.

If this was anything else but the first day, I'd have ignored them, but now I listened, wondering how I would be judged.

"That little thing is in the B class 1?"

"Oh, wow, how did she survive? She looks so fragile…"

"I have heard that the girl beside her is Wincu she is ranked 9th and had even spoken to the B level hunk Cehn whose rank is 2 over all."

"Really? Then it explains the reason why she is in this class."

"Let's hope she does not bring down our class or she will pay dearly!"

"A bunch of useless gaggle, yapping with your ugly faces, why don't you focus on your pathetically weak selves!"

"Ah Brian, don't be so harsh it is just the -"

"Shut up! This class is for us to learn how to survive! Have you not learned anything from your time.."

The boy that spoke called Brian seemed familiar. He was slightly smaller than Cehn, his hair a dark orange colour. He was handsome, but his voice annoyed me. Too high pitched, even though it nevertheless had a masculine sound to it. His body looked gangly right now but, with his stature, I'm sure he will grow into an extremely bulky guy.

The other he spoke down to was around his size but he was much slimmer. His eyes showed a bit of disdain when the boy Brian continued with his lecture. He had a pretty boy look that caught my eye before I quickly looked away, searching for a seat near a window to the back.

There would be no way I'd bother with Wincu right now. After all, I still felt slight indignation for her.

Either way, this seat is quite well located, I thought. This  was so perfect: I can escape in case of any danger or look outside when I am bored since the scene was not bad.

Just then, the door slid open once again and a woman entered, who I surmised was the lecturer. She was styled in a suit clinging to smooth curves, paired with an ankle length cape styled, short-sleeved jacket. I pondered a moment about her outfit, wondering if this will be for all teachers in this year, but I'd have to look at the school profile later because it was time to focus. How this woman views me will be important for the next ten years of my life; I can't mess it upon the first meeting.