"I won't forget her."

"It's him," your mother glared at you, "don't be rude."

"Okay." You shrugged, before you hugged her tightly. "Anything else?"

"Have fun at your new school. Send letters. I want details. Remember to miss me."

You smiled at her, amused. "I will."

She smiled back, and it reached her eyes.

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There were so many things to pack.

You figured that since the uniform was essentially the only thing you needed, besides the other basic essentials. That meant you could leave a little space for Halsey the rock. If it really did bring luck, it was better to be safe than sorry. Who knew?

I can see my future life in front of my eyes, you thought, my rich husband.

"Are you ready? I can drive you down," Your mother shouted from the kitchen—was that a saw? Was she sawing her way through the bacon?—"we can rent a limousine or something. Wouldn't want to get bullied on your first day."

"Oh. That's really thoughtful," you hummed. "Okay."

A limousine? That was good—

"And we could have one of those orangutan drivers, [Name], wouldn't that be funny?"

"If you wanted me dead, you could have said it in a more direct way. Nevermind then. Just drive me in your..."

"Horse," Your mother supplied, yelling, "we could ride a horse down. After all, isn't Daisei like a super prestigious place? With all the posh people and..."

"Actually," you zipped up your bag, "I think I'll take the bus back."

"Suit yourself. I'll see if there's any rock climbing around here. Ooh, maybe since you'll be away from home, I can go exploring around the world! See the volcanos, the sea, the views..."

"Don't get killed," you reminded your mother, "by the way, rock climbing doesn't mean hanging off cliffs. Well, technically it does, but I rather you take the safer option."

You heard a loud clunk sound and rushed out of your room, wearing your uniform and holding your bag.

"You look handsome. Just like me." Your mother grinned.

You blinked and frowned.

"I think you just sawed through the table, Mother."

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[ STUDENT COUNCIL ROOM ]

"There's another scholarship student coming," Inei tilted his head. "[Name]. Have you heard yet?"

"I read his profile." Daichi confirmed quietly, "he is an extremely talented student. The academy would be good to have him."

"Good?" Akio rolled his eyes, "Daichi only says that because he's the president. Because he's perfect and gives perfect answers. I hate those scholarship students. They keep waltzing in here, trying so hard to lick our shoes...get all our favor..." He made a face. "Don't you agree, Inei?"

"I don't really care," Inei muttered, "what I care is that your voice is spoiling the room air. I wanted to sleep."

"He's earned his way here." Daichi sighed, closing his eyes. "The scholarship students have done nothing to us."

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