Naomi -

Sometimes I have a hard time finding a reason to get up in the morning.

I'm not depressed or anything.

I just have some really comfortable sheets.

But this was one of those mornings. The ones where no matter how long I stared up at my ceiling, feeling the warmth of my bright light hitting my face, I just couldn't will myself up.

It was really unfortunate too, that today was starting with one of those mornings. I mean, considering this was my first day of school.

I sigh and turn, feeling the anxiety of today overwhelm me.

Today it wasn't just the laziness keeping me in bed. And I knew that.

I was scared. I'm not good at these kinds of things. I've only had a handful of friends in my lifetime, and I only talk to one of them currently.

But this was different. This was high school.

It was a completely different ballgame.

Not only was I constantly called an angsty teenager by family members, especially now more than ever since this was going to be my freshman year, but now I had to face the fact that I was going to be alone. Very overwhelmingly alone.

I nervously step out of bed, not even bothering to make up my bed.

Quietly, I step towards the outfit my mother had set out, crossing my fingers and hoping it wasn't too ridiculous.

Today was my first day of school in literal years. Well, the first day of public school.

I went to a private school when I first started losing my vision but ended up just being homeschooled by my mother and brother.

I dry swallow as I slip on the dress my mother put out for me, struggling slightly as I maneuver it across my body. This is gonna be fine.

It's all going to be fine. It has to be.

I can do this.

I twirl dramatically, sighing. Yeah.

I can do this.

~

Entering class was absolutely horrifying.

The ninth grade decided to walk me to class, I kept hoping that he wouldn't realize I was out of dress code, a sneaky breeze snaking up my thighs threatening to blow my cover.

Thank god he didn't.

I came to class way too early, and had to sit awkwardly in the front row -unwillingly, I wanted to sit in the back- and chat with the teacher.

I close my eyes, blocking him out until I realize he was calling on me to introduce myself to the class, which was now filled with students.

I stood up, stuttered out my name, and sat right back down.

Closing my eyes once again, I try to asses my surroundings.

A door on the right, by the teacher's desk. A door in the back for some odd reason, and twenty-two desks.

The room appeared in my mind like a set of blueprints.

I continue to examine the room, trying my best to memorize it as a new student enters the room.

"I'm Yuki Kim. I was late because I wanted to get some breakfast at iJump. Can I go sit down now?" A voice answers after the teacher asked them to introduce themselves. I try to examine who it was, and get greeted by a very... unhappy aura.

Whoever this was, I hope I don't have to talk to them.

"I see, go sit next to Naomi over there then, so I don't have to worry about you causing trouble in the back." The teacher grumbles, and I feel my heart plummet.

Fuck, there goes that plan.