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(y/n) will often wear glasses in this to help keep her identity hidden. Whether they're real or not depends on you, dear reader!
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"No, (y/n), you can't do this to me! I have a family!" The room was getting brighter.
"Just a nibble, Señor Waffle, please!" I whined a bit. It was practically blinding me now.
"(Y/N)! Wake up!" the waffle man screamed, slowly becoming more feminine. I couldn't see anymore.
"What?" I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room—
scratch that—it's just my new room. Hannah was shaking me violently. "Stop that! What's the rush for anyway?" I question.
"I've been trying to get you up for, like, thirty minutes now! You have school today!" Crap. As I scrambled to the closet to get ready, I heard Hannah's voice again, this time it sounded like an odd mix of smug and confused. "What was that about Señor Waffle?" I racked my brain, trying to come up with some explanation, but everything was fuzzy.
"I'm not sure..." I replied.
"Doesn't matter! Just hurry up and get ready." At this I began scrambling again, not realizing I had slowed down. "Did you want me to do your hair or makeup?"
I thought for a moment at that. If she did too much, people might recognize me... "Just put my hair in a ponytail" (ignore if you have short hair).
"That's it? Are you sure?"
"Positive." I pulled on the dress and walked over to Hannah to zip it up and tie the bow. Afterwards, she grabbed a hair band and fixed my hair as I requested. Finally, I slipped on my glasses and dashed out the door. I got about halfway down the street before I heard Hannah screaming at me again. "Idiot! How do you expect to get to school without a ride?!" I turned around to see her climbing in her car and froze, waiting for her to pick me up. As she pulled up, I hopped in. "Seriously, I don't get how you can just forget stuff like that! You probably wouldn't be able to function without all of us." I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed, so I pouted a bit and looked out the window for the rest of the ride. This was a pretty section of Japan.
Before I knew it, Hannah said, "We're here. Welcome to your new he- I mean school!" She nervously laughed a bit after that and shooed me out of her car. I looked up and saw a massive building. It almost looked like a castle! The only thing was... It was pink, which is an okay color sometimes, but this seemed excessive. I looked around and didn't see anybody, which could mean one of two things. One: I was really early, or two: I was almost late. Considering the time, it was probably the latter. Upon realizing this, I made a mad dash for any classroom that looked occupied. I could find my way from there.
Once inside, I found a classroom that looked pretty full. I ran up to the door and paused for a bit to regain my composure. Once calm, I opened the door to see a teacher calling roll. I took one step forward, prepared for whatever may come... and tripped. I blushed a bit and hopped up to dust off my skirt then turned to face the teacher. "Excuse me, sensei, could you tell me what class this is?"
A look of confusion passed over her face, but it quickly changed to realization. "Ah, yes. This is class 1-A." Oh, goodie! I don't remember when, but Hannah told me this would be my first class! The teacher turned to face her class again. "I almost forgot, we'll have a new student joining us today. Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself, Miss l/n?"
I nodded to the teacher-she seemed nice-then faced my new classmates, waving a bit. "Ohayō! My name is y/n l/n, and I just transferred from (country). I look forward to being your friend!"
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Fanfiction(Y/n) is a famous pop star who goes be the name of (stage name). She performs with heavy makeup and bright wigs, so no one can ever recognize her on the street. Due to privacy requirements as well as needing to finish her education, she transfers mi...
