Amu Hinamori. The name itself was filled with individuality and independence. At seventeen years of age, she attends a private high school with its own campus, Seiyo Academy – one of the top ranked high schools in all of Tokyo, Japan. As a student of the top high school, she is in the top five percent of the highest ranked students in the academy. One might conclude, she may get the title of the valedictorian next graduating year. She was one of the lucky students that received her own dorm room – desk, two lamps, one bed, a wardrobe, bathroom, a small refrigerator, and a small book case.

With stunning brown hair and bright pink highlights, she exceeds all students in standing out. Being the most talked about student at the academy grounds, Amu has many wannabe-her's, most of which she ignores. She chooses not to talk to anyone unless spoke to by someone of higher authority. She is the only daughter of the well known Kimika and Naoko, owners of the Hinamori Bed & Breakfast, recognized nationwide. Being so successful, Kimika and Naoko are often out of the city, traveling to other countries and whatnot. At most, Amu will get to see them on holidays, other than that, she spends most of her time alone. It's not her fault she's such a loner, her parents were never really there for her, therefore, that is the way she treats others – with the cold shoulder.

Despite her intelligence, Amu's physical features are simply model perfect. She was strikingly stunning. Her chocolate brown eyes emphasized her hair, and vice versa. Although she may not have the most fully developed bust, she was content with her B-cup. She was also fairly skinny because of her previous case of bulimia. Her skin color was a light tan, some may call it honey tan. Because of this, it's rumored that she's made girls realize their bisexual or lesbian selves. Even though she was just seventeen, she has created a reputation for herself, and she intends to keep it, no matter what happens.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-!

Amu clicked off her alarm clock and plopped back under her covers.

Ugh, will sophomore year ever end? Three weeks seems like three years!

Reluctantly, she dragged herself out of her bed and walked into her fairly small bathroom. She had to admit, even though it seemed small, it's just the right size for her. She started off with a shower, a nice and warm one. She stripped of her night gown and stepped in. Lavishing herself with water and strawberry scented body-soap, she felt herself relaxing a bit. Washing the soap off her body with water, she realized how unusually cool the water was, even when she turned the knob all the way towards 'Hot'.

I guess I'm not the only person awake now.

Afterwards, she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Splashing cold water onto her face, she wondered what she was to do this summer. Last year, she had spent it at the local café as a waitress. This year, she planned to do something else.

Paris? Ha, in my dreams.

Amu walked toward her wardrobe wrapped in a towel. She took out her school uniform. It was rather simple actually – red for the girls, blue for the guys. She got dressed into her undergarments, then carefully dressed into her uniform; she didn't want to get it wrinkled, especially after the school washing machine nearly ate it. As if it were automatic, she buttoned up her white long sleeved shirt, put on her red, loosely pleated skirt that was at mid-thigh length, a thin black overcoat with the schools official seal, and black boots. Being who she was, she didn't just wear the school uniform, she spiced it up. She put on a red tie, a skinny black belt on her waist, and she un-tucked her white shirt from her skirt. She didn't know why, but the students at Seiyo Academy are always dressed properly; she found it to weird. She made sure her white cuffs were over the thin black overcoat.

She combed her hair so that it parted more towards the left of her face, leaving her side bangs over her forehead. She had to say, she really liked her hair. It earned her the nickname of 'Chocolate Covered Strawberry'. From her desk, Amu grabbed her binder, filled with notes. The digital clock read, 7:43 AM.

Ah, just on time, seventeen minutes to get to homeroom.