{ Best read in dark mode but it's ur choice!

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She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the doorknob. The metal was cool under her touch. With a twist, the door creaked open, revealing a spacious office.

An old man sat behind a sleek black desk, reclined in a high-backed leather chair. His eyes were focused on a pile of paperwork, and a phone lay on the desk, its screen dark from a recently ended call.

But what truly caught her attention?
His hair.

It was obviously a wig—perched on his head backward. She stifled a chuckle, biting her lip to keep her composure.

The man scratched his neck and muttered to himself, "So much to do… so little time…" Then his gaze lifted, and he flinched.

"A-ah!" He clutched his chest. "Oh my goodness! I thought I saw a ghost!" He laughed nervously, patting his chest before clearing his throat. "You must be the new student?"

She nodded, unable to speak through the laughter she was desperately trying to swallow.

"Come in, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. "Let me find your file."

She settled into the chair, her eyes drifting back to his wig. It looked even worse up close. It sat crooked, the parting flipped backward, and she could see the telltale line of the netting underneath.
"It’s upside down," she realized, barely suppressing a giggle.

Minutes passed as he rifled through stacks of papers. She fidgeted, tapping her fingers on the armrest while sneaking glances at his disastrous hairpiece.

Finally, he let out a triumphant, "Aha!" and handed her the file.

She took it with both hands, bowing slightly. "Thank you, sir."

Her eyes scanned the document:

[Name: (Full Name)
Registered From: (C/N)
Moved From (C/N) to Japan For: (Reason)
Birth Date: (Birth Date)
Siblings Info: (Details)
Parents Info: (Details)
Class: 1-4]

Her brow furrowed. The class number stared back at her like a bad omen.

Class 1-4?

She sighed, her shoulders drooping. "It’s going to be hard finding my classroom. This school is so… big."

The principal, noticing her distress, gave her a reassuring smile. "No need to worry, young lady. I’ll escort you myself."

Relief washed over her. "Thank you!"

— LITTLE TIMEKSIP !

They walked side by side along the pristine hallways. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor, and she marveled at how spotless everything was. She could practically see her reflection.

Before she knew it, they reached a door marked with a neat sign: 1-4.

The principal held up a hand. "Wait here. I need to speak with your homeroom teacher."

She nodded and leaned against the wall, letting her head rest for a moment. Her fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt as nervous energy bubbled up inside her. She could hear the muffled chatter of students behind the door.

Her eyes drifted to the sign above the doorframe.

"1-4…" she whispered.

Then it hit her.

"Wait. 1-4?! That’s… that’s the lowest class!"

Her jaw practically hit the floor.

"Oh no… oh no, no, no!"

She groaned inwardly, dread twisting in her stomach.

This was going to be one long school year.

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Thank u for reading this have a nice day/night!!
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(and no, 1-4 is not the lowest + it's considered smart so [name] is totally unaware)

End of chapter 3
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