The Deimon High School.

Starting tomorrow, that's where I'm supposed to attend. Yes, tomorrow. So, why am I here at the high school right now? Well, it never hurts to have an early visit, does it? Because I wanted to get used to the school before I actually begin to go there.

Now, who would've guessed that I had it all wrong? I'm not even kidding.

Sometimes prior in the morning whereas I was having my "visit", I was trying to sneak a peek into one of the classrooms to see what were my future classmates were doing, and the magical signal—

Rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnng!

—the bell rang. And the next thing I know: I'm screaming at the top of my lungs while the stampede of unaware students ran over me. I think I still have a shoeprint on the back of my shirt. Typical (yeah, right).

Skipping to the allegedly heaven-like period of lunch break, I have no idea how, maybe someone was having a juggling contest in the cafeteria, but a tomato came splattering straight on to my head. Talk about unexpected-ness! Who the heck carries a complete tomato to lunch with them anyhow!?

Before anyone could've assumed that a sick toddler infected with a deadly virus threw up blood all over me, I sprinted to the bathroom and cleaned every single bit of it off with tons of wet paper towels (it's odd that the school paper towels always smell... peculiar). Fortunately, my clothes didn't get any of the deformed remains of the red vegetable.

After all that, nothing should happen to me now. I attempted to convince myself.

I wasn't even close to being right.

Afterschool, while some people went home and the others stayed for extra curriculum activities, I was wandering around the rowdy tennis court. Notably, I was also well out of the range from those fuzzy, neon green orbs, just in case they were hit over the fences. I was certainly aware of my surroundings since I didn't want anything appalling come about on me.

But I suppose I was too close to the soccer field. Yep, you guessed it. A soccer ball then came smacking me right into my face.

And no, it's not funny because it hurt like crap! I thought I had a broken nose for a moment there....

Ugh... what is up with me today? I get ran over a mob of oblivious teens, get hit in the head with a stupid tomato, and whatmore, I had to get smacked in the face by a soccer ball! This is so not an every day thing for me, although I did get bitten by a dog on my arm yesterday, lost one of my favorite shirts, too, and tripped over a chair... Oh, and add some family crisis to tha... Okay, fine, I admit it.

Believe it or not, unlucky things happening to me is actually a daily basis. I'm kind of like those kids in the book, The Series of Unfortunate Events, but at a much milder level. If I had people dying around me constantly, I would've gone crazy by now.

But still, I hate this trait? Characteristic? Quality? Of mine, and I wish I could just get rid of it with a quick snap of my fingers. Nevertheless, everyone should know that life isn't fair. At. All.

Caressing my presently bruised face to ease the stinging pain, I grumbled endlessly as I walked on the hill. I didn't really have a destination. I mean, I was walking. Walking like any other girl on the face of this plane—

Whack

"~~!!? Owww!!!"

"Dang it. Hey!! Are you all right?!"

All right? Are you kidding me?! What the crap was that.. that... that just hit me in my face?? First the soccer ball, now this! Gosh, I feel like crying!

A shadow fell over me. "Um... are you okay...?" It was a different voice than before, but I stayed crouched on the ground that suddenly seemed so appealing to stare at with a watery vision. Hey, I recognize that not looking at the person speaking to you is extremely rude, but more than that, my face throbbed with unexplainable ache, okay?!

Though, a second later, I murmured, "...Yes, I'm sure I'm fine... Please don't worry." Pay back for readers who thought I didn't have any manners. I do have good manners, thank you very much.

"Are you sure you're okay? ...Um.. uh.. we can get you some ice if you need any." Whoever it was continued to speak ever so nicely.

"No, I'm okay." In truth, I wasn't okay, but oh well. I had this theory building up in the back of my mind that I should just leave this place as soon as possible. "I'll just go h—"

"MAX hurry, Mamori-san!! That's the girl I accidentally hit with the ball I threw!"

"Oh no, Sena?! Is she okay!? Monta-kun! You know that you don't have any control on the passes you try to throw!"

Grunting at the sudden increase in sound, I managed to take a glance to see who it was that was coming towards me. Hmm.. A very pretty manager-like female and a... human-like monkey? ...Oh, sorry, fix that. The other guy was a monkey-like human. Huge difference.

"Please don't mind me! Really, I'm oka—"

"Sena! Would you help me carry her to the clubhouse?"

"Sure."

"No, um... I'm fi—"

"Oh my God, I am MAX sorry for hurting you!!!"

"......."

Okay, I'm just going to shut up now and let them do whatever they want to do with me. Then I'm going speed back home in hopes of nothing else bad occurring.

The boy called, Sena, took my hand and helped me stand up. I was kind of shocked to see that there was a male that was as short as me because you know... I'm pretty much a midget myself.

"Oh, could you sit there?"

"Um.. yes."

Once they escorted me to their "clubhouse" (I nearly asked them why were they taking me to a gambling building), the extremely beautiful female favored me to sit down on the bench, and of course, I agreed.

"I'm Mamori, the manager of the American football club. You are...?"

"I'm Kisaragi Yuri. Nice to meet everyone here," I answered with a small smile while Mamori-san searched for a first-aid kit, I assumed.

"I'm Sena, and this is Monta."

"No!! My name is Raimon Tar—"

"Are you a new student here, Kisaragi-san?"

I was just about to burst out laughing when Sena-kun interrupted "Monta", but that would've been rude so I maintained my calm expression. I can be a bit of a poker face girl if I want to be; it can only last for a short moment though.

"Yep, I'm going to begin attending here starting from tomorrow. I thought I would have an earlier visit today." Which was a huge mistake, I considered as I explained.

"Well, it's great to have you he—"

BAM

Mamori-san was about to apply a band-aid on my forehead when the door to the clubhouse was brutally opened by someone.

"What the hell are you bastards doing, resting in here!!? Hurry up and get back to practice!!!!"

Along with the harsh words came a showering bunches of bullets. I was terrorized by the thundering noises and had a forced thought creeping into my mind. Is the world getting dominated by pawns of Satan today or what??!!

"Hiruma-kun!! Don't be so rash! We have a visitor here!!!"

"What about the fucking visi...."

When I stole a glance over Sena-kun's shoulders, I was determined to see what the sudden stranger looked like and why he trailed off in the middle of his sentence.

Except, I didn't expect the guy to be already staring dead at me. Staring at me, as if I was some kind of ghost from the past. Beats me on why he was looking at me like that.

But I wasn't trying to puzzle that mystery out at the moment. A rush of tingling adrenaline went through my body leaving embarrassing words in my mentality: Oh my gosh, who is this incredibly hot blonde devil??!

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