When Sora got to the auditorium it was already filled with waiting students. He didn’t like having others behind him, so he took a place at the back of the room. His eyes swept over the people around him, and he could recognize the black haired guy from the reception desk. Next to the guy was a blonde girl, talking. The girl seemed happy, talking away about something Sora couldn’t really hear, and the guy only sat there silent.
  “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.”
  The voice came from a man in the front of the white board. The room went silent, and Sora could tell that the students had respect for this person.
  “Allow me to welcome you to your last year at Roselyn High! It’s nice to see all of you again, and I also want to welcome some new students from abroad, as we got some exchange students. I’m Mr. Brown.” Mr. Brown turned to the white board and started to write the names of the classes, which was based on the special subject the students had picked, and the classrooms they had. “When your name gets called I want you to answer me, and then go to the room written on the board for your class. Got it?”
  There was a unanimous ’yes’ from most of the students, and Sora got the feeling that there were some kind of unity amongst the students and they liked this teacher. His eyes swept over some of the students again, and he could tell that some were just as new as him.
  “I’ve heard that the restaurant students call him Brownie”, a student said one row in front of Sora.
  To spend the time waiting for his name to get called he picked up a notebook and pen from his bag and started to doodle in it. When a Shiki Wakahisa got called from the theater class Sora couldn’t help but to look at the guy who walked down the room. It was the same name as his best friend had had back in Japan when he had been a small child, but he could only see the guy from behind and not tell if it was him. That would be almost impossible. This Shiki had his hair dyed in a deep red color and styled in a way that reminded Sora of the guitarist Die from Dir en grey. Red had always been his former friend’s favorite color, but the chance that they had ended up at the same school on the other side of the world seemed impossible.
  The call got to his class, Art 3. With attention he listened for the names that got called, his own name was fifth on the list it seemed. He answered with a yes out loud and could see how some turned their heads to him apparently curious about a new classmate. Sora took his notebook and pen, and walked out the room himself. In the corridor outside the auditorium were his new classmates waiting.