<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JHfYKnV.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokokawa, Akimi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Second Year Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Akimi sat in front of her vanity mirror going over her appearance. Today was an important day. It was a new day at a new school. It was a chance at a new beginning and she needed to make the most of it. She didn't want it to end up like it did at her last school. The thought of that sent chills across her skin. The degradation she underwent at her old school was a painful memory. The kids had been cruel, without remorse, and she was alone in her suffering.<br/><br/>It was different now! It was going to be different. No one would know her. No one would know her secret, the fact she was actually a male. Not forever. Only for a few more years. The agreement with her parents would solve the greatest dilemma of her life once she was out of school. She had already begun the small transitional steps. One day it would culminate into a final transition. She was looking forward to that that. Until then, though, she had a life to live and a life she wanted to live.<br/><br/>Akimi finished fixing her hair in the mirror and adjusted her uniform. Did she look okay? Would anyone think she looked strange? Would anyone thing she looked pretty? The thoughts swirled around in her mind casting doubt where ever they touched. She lightly adjusted the padding inside her bra making sure it was even. She had a modest bosom but it wasn't as big as she would like, and to help fix that self-image problem she did a little stuffing to give added emphasis.<br/><br/>Akimi's parents were leaving in the evening, going to the United States on a business meeting leaving Akimi behind like normal. By the time Akimi was awake they were already buried in their work. She was use to it. She fixed herself a small breakfast, fixed a bento for lunch, and bid them farewell as she head out for her day at school.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Classes went by easy. She shifted from class to class, trying not to draw any notice her way. She wanted to keep to herself. She was afraid of someone getting too close to her and figuring out her secret. She didn't know how someone would, but it was that fear in the back of her mind. Like something would just click and they'd -just- know. No, she was too scared to attempt to interact. She would rather keep to herself.<br/><br/>She made notes when needed but if any questions were asked she kept the answers to herself, never volunteering. She kept a smile on her face. She wanted to be liked, to have friends, to be something more than the girl that no one knew, but she was terrified of breaking out of her shell. The fear drove her even more inward. Butterflies filled her stomach.<br/><br/>Lunch period rolled around and Akimi pulled her bento from her bag. It was homemade by her and had a mixture of various things she liked. Most notable was her favorite among the contents, unagi on vinegar rice. She pulled her chopsticks out and began to slowly pick away at her food.