"Haruna-chan! Wake up!" sounded the high, sweet voice of her mother from behind her bedroom door. It was a beautiful morning, birds were tweeting sweetly to eachother, the trees were swaying in the wind, and the sun was peeking in Haruna's room shyly from behind a great white fluff of a cloud. Yes the day was perfect, absolutely nothing could ruin this perfect mornin--"You're going to be late!" Well, except for that. "Coming mother!" Haruna cried as she quickly grabbed her uniform and went through the usual process of getting ready for school, only twice as fast. By the time she was done her hair was pulled up in a messy bun with strands of hair still sticking out here and their, her tie wasn't even tied properly, her blouse was all wrinkled, and her jacket was buttoned in the wrong places. Her socks looked as if they were put on in a rush, and as for her shoes...well, she put them on as she walked out the door, grabbing her brown handbag in the process. "Don't forget your breakfast!" Haruna's mother called after her. "Oh!" the young asian girl exclaimed, she knew she forgot something. Grabbing one of her mother's homemade tamagoyaki Haruna made a quick dash to school, with the egg roll stuffed in her mouth. It was a very amusing picture, especially with that image of puffed out cheeks litered with tiny egg crumbs.
[On The Way To School: Running At A Fast Pace]
She hated being late, almost as much as she hated maths and sciences. What if she had one of those classes first? That would be terrible! And these skirts, they were so short! Honestly, what kind of school makes all the girls wear such a uniform, that's the sort of thing that causes distractions. Haruna's face turned a bright red, and she squinted her eyes in embarassment. What if they look up her skirt? Oh, she wouldn't be able to take the embarassment. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" A twenty-year-old male dressed in street clothing complete with a red baseball hat skidded on his bike out of the crazy running hippy girl's way. The bike, which was inches away from an awkward and very painful collision, swerved in a wide arch, hitting a tree in the process. In other words, there was going to be a collision anyways.
"Poor tree!" Haruna cried, running to the scratched tree trunk with outstretched arms. She didn't even notice the man that lay on the ground in an uncomfortable position under the bike with a big black eye. "Poor tree? Poor me!" the man's complains went unoticed as the crazy hippy girl was too busy embracing the tree in a tearful hug. "Don't worry Ki-san! I shall tend to your wounds!" Haruna said with a sort of mournful tone as she stroked the trees bark as if the tree had been seriously injured. "Fucking tree-hugger", the man muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, young Haruna turned on her heels so she could face the man, her eyes were swimming with tears. "Say you're sorry to poor Ki-san!" The man narrowed his eyes, "Look kid, it's your fault the stupid tree got hurt in the first place!" Eyeing the girl's school uniform he added, "Don't you have a school to go to or something?"
"Oh no, I'm going to be late! Wait here Ki-san, I'll be back later!" Before the man could say anything else the hippy was already speeding toward the tall looming educational center with a cloud of dust trailing behind her. "It's just a stupid tree!" the young man yelled after her before directing his attention to his banged up bike. "Dad's gonna kill me..."
[Class 1-D: Arrival To Class]
With a slight skid a young, seemingly untidy and above all nervous girl bursted through the classroom door huffing and puffing. The handbag that she carried over her shoulder flew out of her grasp causing a pile of books, pencils, pens, and paper to fall out of the bag. A particular item was a brown journal with wire bindings. It was a journal that was filled with Haruna's personal Haikus and playwrites, some of which were spreaded all over the floor as a result of the incident. "How embarassing", the girl whispered as she frantically gathered up all of her fallen stuff with a bit of difficulty. This was the worst possible way to start a school year, dropping all of your school supplies on the floor in front of the class! Haruna's face was a crimson red as she looked up now and then to mutter a humble "sorry" to the other students.
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