Part 2 - Once again, Night

The bed was soft and comforting, a welcome refuge after such an intense day. But my peace was shattered by the blaring sound of the alarm clock.

"Argh..." I groaned, lazily reaching out to silence the irritating noise.

"What time is it?" I muttered, my voice slurred with sleep.

I forced my eyes open, struggling against the weight of my heavy eyelids.

"WHAT?! IT'S ALREADY 7:50 AM?!" I screamed, realising the first lesson was about to start in ten minutes.

I turned to Konota. "KONOTA! THE TIM—"

I saw her upside down on her bed, snoring peacefully. Her right leg was slung over the headboard, and her head hung precariously off the edge.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I leaped out of bed and tossed the alarm clock at her.

"Wake up! We're gonna be late for our first day!" I yelled, dashing to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

I hastily showered, brushing my teeth while combing my hair in a frantic four minutes. As I rushed out the door, I was greeted by Konota, her hair a tangled mess and her eyes droopy with sleepiness as she shuffled inside.

With no time to deliberate, I threw on a pair of plain jeans and a white long-sleeved button-up shirt under the school blazer. Slinging a backpack over my shoulder, I stuffed it with all the school supplies I could find.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Konota emerged sluggishly, her hair still a disheveled mess. She slowly dressed in a simple long black skirt and a purple short-sleeved t-shirt under her blazer. Grabbing her bag, she dragged it across the floor as we bolted out of the room, racing against the clock.

We rushed through the dormitory halls and reached the classes building.

"Uhh... Class 3A... Where is that..." I said puzzled as I looked up to the directory.

"Uuuu huh?" Konota said sleepily while pointing on the directory.

"That's Class 8U, Konota- Wait! It's over here!" I said while directing her point to the correct spot.

We dashed through the hallways, barely a minute to spare. Breathless and sweating, we finally reached our classroom. I leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Konota, now somewhat more alert, slid the door open and walked in nonchalantly, taking her seat at the back of the class. After catching my breath, I followed her inside.

The classroom was a vibrant mosaic of students, each uniquely dressed. Some wore blue and black dresses, while others sported bright hues that contrasted sharply with the dark blue school blazer. One student even wore an oversized grey hoodie over her blazer, adding a touch of rebellion to the uniform requirement.

I took a look around once more, "Huh... Skylar isn't here... Konota must've noticed it too..." I mumbled under my breath.

Unfortunate that the school blazer is mandatory here, I thought as I made my way to my seat next to Konota, feeling a whirlpool of excitement and nerves for the day ahead.

Someone walked into the classroom, commanding attention in a sleek black suit with a purple tie. His hair, black and neatly cut.

"Welcome, all 15 of you," he began, his voice carrying a calm authority. "You are the new students here. The others are in different classes. I am Mr. Finn, your mathematics teacher. Now, we'll start with a simple quiz." He began handing out papers, moving efficiently down the rows.

I took a deep breath as I received my paper and glanced over the questions.

"What's the area of a circle with a radius of 3 centimeters?" I mumbled to myself.