It was seven twenty in the morning and the first warning bell rang, which indicated that only ten minutes were left for students to be in their respective classes. Most ignored this bell though, and continued on chatting amongst themselves filling the halls with the sounds of youth.

The school was nothing great, just another typical public high school which contained your average teenagers from the current twenty-first century. For them, life was just starting even though most had the idea that they already had either lived a fruitful life or had by now endeavored it’s hardest parts.

For me, it was just another day I needed to get through as I was looking out the window with a listless gaze.

It was my routine every morning to stand in this same exact spot waiting for the second bell that warned the students that only five minutes remained, but even then I would stick to this spot for another four minutes.

For others, this could be considered madness, but for me, it was the few minutes I needed to relax my mind before I was forced to enter an area which deprived me of both my freedom, as well as the above normal personal space I preferred.

To my left, I had my shoulder just a few centimeters from the wall to keep my earphone from being seen. Constant beats were blasting off the small speaker which I used to distract my attention.

My other source of amusement was the view outside the window from the second story building. A forest was located just behind the school with a large football field in the middle.

Some may think I was looking at the field as a few teachers who spotted me in this spot told me to join the team. I was left guessing that it was weird for someone my age to have more interest in nature then the sport most here indulged themselves in.

The second bell sounded through the speaker and now the crowded halls began to have excessive movement. I took this time to look at the clouds overhead, the morning began with the dreary weather which was normal for this time of year.

Although winter was still a few months away, the early hours of the day were slowly being replaced by the chilling winds which followed the overcast. For me, it was a good opportunity to have my scarf on which I felt as an extra much-needed layer.

Counting through the minute that still remained I noticed the noise that permeated the halls had now lessened, leaving only the squeaky sound of the shoes of those that arrive late to school or are rushing back from another part of the large campus.

It took only twenty seconds for me to reach my own class but to stay on the safe side I left my spot at around thirty-five seconds. With no incidents, I entered the class and then sat in my assign seat which was luckily next to the door.

Ten seconds went by and finally, the tardy bell rang as I rested my head on the cold desk. The teacher who was seated until now began her roll call, I who was in the last row needed to wait a while.

Although I distance myself from the others in class it was weird that I remembered each and every name being called, but it ended there since if they told me to match the name with the individuals face I would fail four out of ten times probably.

In total there were about twenty-seven individuals here including the teacher. Going by their names I could say there were fourteen girls and twelve guys. From those only six stood out even enough for me to know.

The order from least to greatest using their reputation was Silvia, Jonathan, George, Alma, Brian and finally Lisa.

Of course, the worst spot was for the bookworm Silvia whose grades were impeccable, but being in any high school it would only gain the attention of the adults who worship those admirable and dedicated students.

Next was Jonathan and George, who are stuck fighting for the fourth and fifth place. Although both of them play different sports (one being in soccer and the other in basketball), overall they share the same specs, which leads them into a tie.

Taking third place is the class’s diva Alma, but falls short compared to the idol. Her only shortcoming is her attitude but she made it this high on the list with the help of her voluptuous grown-up figure, if you’re into that sort of stuff.

Second place goes to the ace of both the soccer and football teams, Brian. Of course, genetics helped this guy win this place as he bests both Jonathan and George in looks and athletic skills.

Finally the class idol for both looks and charisma, Lisa. I could also blame genetics but unlike the two above, her personality adds an excess of points towards her favor.

“Kai… Kai!” The voice of the teacher was finally directed towards me, who was lost in thought.

“Present…” I responded with my usual inattentive voice

“Please sit up, you will fall asleep otherwise.” The teacher gave me a quick stern look and then returned her eyes towards her notebook.

“Yes, ma’am.” Although late I hurried before she called out the next name on the list, yet the sounds of some people laughing were heard from behind me.

I took a deep sigh as a rush of heat invaded my neck and back. As indifferent as I was towards others, even I couldn’t stop myself from feeling embarrassed.

Finally, the last name was called and the room held a silence as the teacher began giving out handouts, probably school events that were to come in the following month.

Going back to my previous thought there was one person left to include in the six individuals that stood out, but unlike the others, she was not officially on the list since she was some years older, yes that is our homeroom teacher Claire.

Although her age is unknown as no one dares ask her, but it’s known that she is still single. (Yet another taboo word for us students) She is popular amongst the teachers and students as a radiant yet strict individual.

Passing me the handouts for my row she gave me another glare causing me to straighten up again, to this action she made a mischievous smile which I hoped the others didn’t see.

I swiftly took my sheet and passed the others back trying to pretend nothing happened as she moved back towards the front.

My fist clenched as I blamed my carelessness for the second time today, angered towards the unneeded attention I had received.

It was during this moment when a bright light enveloped the room, the floor had a strange marking, a blue circle that started to glow and surrounded the classroom. After the circle was complete a green star began to appear in the middle of the circle with a few unknown letters in between each angle and after both were drawn out they started to rotate.

Everyone was trying to stand and run towards the door yet they were pulled to the ground, keeping them in place. Some began crying while others screamed for help but it seemed our voices were also sealed as nothing could be heard within the classroom.

Within my thoughts I was connecting the current situation to those stories I’ve read, this is…