Acing The First Unofficial Test.

Everything about the room screamed elementary. There were multiple charts of various sizes stuck perfectly onto the polished quartz wall, rows of neatly positioned chairs with no desks and a huge green board divided into three sections by wooden frame planks. Currently, all the students were on the far left of the room, sitting around a circular ring.

At the centre of that ring stood a girl with french braided scarlet hair, pastel burgundy eyes and a peach hue to her skin. She was rather tall but undeveloped in bodily aspects. She was clad in a somber grey nagagi with a beige belt at the waist. Over her white thonged socks she wore what appeared to be straw woven sandals and her nails were polished in a loud red that complimented her hair and eyes.

“Speak of the devil!” the girl said as Dwayne and Himawari approached. The entire class rose and turned to face them before bowing their heads.

“You grace us with your presence, Purinsessu,” they professed in a harmonious greeting.