Homeroom

"I guess he didn't tell anyone I was coming," I mutter to myself as I turn and walk past the guard.

How was I able to drop a guard that was probably three times stronger than me? It's simple… I used my memory.

There was a twenty-minute video that I came across that was in self-defense. Then I also remembered a model that was displayed in the doctor's office once that showed all the nerves in the hand.

I combined the knowledge I learned from both of them and got quite literally a perfect move to bring someone to their knees.

The best part about the attack though is that anyone can do it so long as they know how to. Plus it doesn't matter how strong you are.

In fact, I'm incredibly weak.

Compared to the guard I just took down I am extremely petite.

I've always valued beauty over strength.

In terms of looks, I'm a ten out of ten. I am sometimes surprised by how pretty I can look.

Am I allowed to say this? Doesn't it make me sound full of myself and egotistical?

Well, I don't really care.

I know that I have amazing looks, thanks to my parent's genetics. Then after I put on some makeup I become the beauty standard that others try to achieve.

But it's not only my face but my body as well.

I weigh 41 kilograms, I am 163 centimeters tall, and I am a 70B. I am also 16 years old and I have silky long black hair

I've been a model before, however, I gave it up as it wasn't what I wanted to do.

Continuing down the hallway I finally arrive at a door.

I don't even bother to take a moment to prepare myself as I open the door and walk-in.

"I wonder what's for lunch-"

"Uhh, I don't want to take the math test today-"

"Want to go to the mall after class-"

As soon as I walked in all conversations stopped as everyone turned to look at the new student.

Once again silence took over due to my actions.

Ignoring the looks I was getting as everyone tried to figure out who I was, I walked to the furthest desk and took a seat.

Not wanting to make conversation with anyone and to pass the time I put my arms on the desk then rested my head on my arms before drifting off into sleep.

This was something I perfected after many days. Because I was so bored in classes I now got to the point where I could force myself to sleep once I got in the right position.

It wasn't until some time later that I was woken up.

The ringing of a bell was blasted throughout the whole school signaling the start of the first period.

Then not a second later the door to the classroom was opened.

In came an elegantly dressed middle-aged man who wore an all-black suit.

"Good morning students," I heard him say. Yet I didn't care in the slightest as I still had my head down.

It was only my fellow peers who could see what the professor was doing.

Due to habit, the teacher didn't even look at the students as he made his way straight to the podium where he gathered his materials. After spending a minute doing so and realizing that no one was speaking he finally lifted his head up to look at the students. Only to show a surprised expression that left his mouth agape.

There had always been ten students who were in group 0 but now in front of him was an eleventh person who had her head down looking like she was asleep.

The professor didn't know what to do.

Was there a mix-up and a student went in the wrong direction? No, the guard would have stopped her. Was there a person who had high enough grades to make it into group 0? No, no one was even close. Who could this girl be?

"Excuse me miss, but may I know who you are?" The professor asked. There were thousands of students in the school so it was impossible for him to know the name of every student.

Still not bothering to lift my head, I really got more and more pissed at the man who recruited me that apparently didn't tell anyone, "my name is Willow."

Silence filled the room as the other students had no idea how to make sense of the situation and the teacher wasn't much better off.

"Umm, Willow, are you sure you're in the right room?" The professor asked.

"Yes."

"Do you know what being part of this group entails?"

"Yes."

"And you have permission to be here?"

"Yes."

"…"

The professor cleared his throat before asking, "could you raise your head and pay attention as I am preparing to start today's lesson?"

"That won't be necessary," I answer as I fall back to sleep.

The poor teacher had no idea what to do. He knew better than to mess with a student from group 0. Regardless of their situation, they were the backbone of the school so he didn't dare to speak against Willow.

So doing his best to ignore her presence he went on to set the base for the students to solve the 'Traveling Salesman Problem.'

Sometime later the next bell rang signaling the end of the class. Once again I was awakened by the sound.

This time though I raised my head to get a look around.

The classroom was surprisingly big. There was an overload of supplies and materials stacked all over.

It seemed as if it was a warehouse rather than a classroom.

Nonetheless, there were ten other students that were with me.

Even though no one was told of my arrival, there happened to be eleven desks. This meant it was obvious I was meant to make my way here.

"Hey, you!" I hear someone call out with an annoyed tone and an even more pissed-off expression on their face.