My class is about to enter. In front of me is a boy, my fellow classmate and class representative. I stand behind him. I'm also a representative, which is the only reason why I'm nearer the front, or else I'd be stood with my friends, and be cowering away from the large crowd and audience.

We're second to last in entering. Class 3-D. We move forward in our formation, a line, and the boy, Sugino, guides the rest of us to our seats. We respectfully bow and sit down. I sigh. It's nerve wracking, all these people staring at us. It's our final day, so anything to embarrass our selves is forbidden. It's pretty much an unspoken rule.

The last class enters, this gives me just enough of time to calm my self down. My head swivels around the hall. Nearer the back is where the parents and family members are seated. It's the exact direction my head turns to see my own kin, Dad and Onii-chan. They both promised to come, and have done a great job of keeping it. I think I grin little and warm my self with their presence, until the girl next to me gives me a nudge. "Yuuka-chan, the ceremony is about to start, look." She whispers.

"Oh, right." I awkwardly jerk my head forward, seeing the principal has already taken the stage. He taps the microphone with his finger, causing it to shriek around the hall...Marking the beginning of the third year, Raimon Junior High student's, leaving ceremony.

His speech is long, and boring, but we all manage through it. It's a miracle no one told him to move on because if I really had the courage too, I would have done so. But his words have some meaning. Even though, those meanings were probably shot towards the better students, who have top notch grades and never fail to impress.

And now was finally the moment. I've waited this long, there's no point in backing out now. The principal calls out each of our names, as one by one we stand, receive the diploma, bow and return to our seats. And this goes on for every third year in the room now.

It's a slow process, for the rest of us, waiting for our names to be called, but think about what it feels like being up there once your name is called, in front of all these people. It is a mission to keep up with what they expect....And there sounds my name.

Gouenji Yuuka? What a weird name. Oh right. This part gets to me. I have to get up but my legs, they freeze. It's weird. I've never been the nervous type but it's difficult. My hands grip my skirt, and they're hot and sweaty. The worst combination ever. The kids around stare at me, so I know I cant just leave them hanging with wonder if I'm ever going to get up.

I move forward onto the stage finally, but the grounds shaking. Or is it just me? I can feel the eyes of the people I walk past, glare at me. And once on the stage, I'm handed my diploma. Not bad, I'm doing good. The diploma is in my hands and I give the principal my sweetest smile and neatest bow. He wishes me good look and sends me off. This power is over whelming because I feel like breaking into tears. But I cant. I have to keep up this strong atmosphere around me.

It's a job well done if you ask me. I face the audience, feeling proud but small, thousands off eyes trained on me. I give my bow once more and make my way down....though there is such thing as quick escape. It is, without doubt, what I was aiming for. I couldn't hold the pressure of keeping up this act anymore. As the audience claps, I make my way down the steps. But instead of placing my foot down on the lower step, my foot stops midway and the rest of me pulls forward instead.

It's immediate impact with the ground, as my nose bashes hard on the floor. I think the audiences clapping blocked out my 'eek'. All though the clapping stops and changes to something else immediately. Laughing? I think. Why are they?- when I realize the back of my skirt isn't laying on my bum, but on my back. Reviling what was supposed to be covered under neath.

I stumble on to my knees and push it down. My head sways for a second because immediately getting up from that fall confuses my brain. The crowd cant help but respond with laughs and giggles. I feel ashamed. My face burns the shade red on me, I can tell. Glancing around, some of the students look sympathetic to me and the some of the boys are just staring at me with the most ridiculous looks on their faces. I want to slap them each as I feel the hands of a teacher helping me up but at this point I don't anyone's help. I just...want to disappear.

"No! Leave me." I scream and run for the doors. I leave all the mocking and humiliation behind me. I hold back the tears burning behind my eyelids, and flee from the situation. I find the closest classroom and push my self inside. I sink to a random desk, and now is when I begin sobbing. And boy, does it all come out. I feel like a mess.

I made myself the laughing stock of this school. We're supposed to be remembered after we leave Junior High, and all the memory which will be left of me, is 'Yuuka, the clumsy klutz who flashed her knickers on leaving day.'

Sooo....How was that? Please, I would love to here your thoughts in the comments. I'm working on this story and hopefully it will be a good one. I was inspired by Inazuma_eleven_4ever to make this one. I think it was while commenting on her book...(P.s I promise to do the Fubuki fic too...Just wait.)

This is the first ever Proper Multi-chap I'm publishing here, so I hope it goes well. I havent bothered to put this one on FFN. I might someday though...

Thank you again and I'll update soon! Bye!!

-Yan