<div class="floatright">(https://safebooru.org//samples/2554/sample_8e3863bdb632e2baec2bd60a6efc6e7c91e5682e.jpg?2661769)</div><strong>Makalya</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Girl's Dorm, before breakfast<br/><br/>Makayla took the other girl's proffered hand in her own and pumped it enthusiastically.<strong>"It's okay!"</strong>she said brightly.<strong>"Lucia's just like that some days.  Not that Alli doesn't deserve a side-eye every once in a while.  And don't worry about being out of sorts, I'm that way all the time and I've been here for three years!"</strong><br/><br/>When the other girl excused herself, she just waved brightly.<strong>"Freshmen,"</strong>she mused fondly, turning to the other two.  Talk of the weird screen and running tracked a distant chord of recognition from the morning's efforts -- she couldn't help but pout meaningfully when she remembered that the little 'X' in the corner of her vision was still there, tapped it open, and<em>sighed</em>.  It hadn't been a dream after all.<br/><br/><strong>"How do you think this screen is working?"</strong>she mused to Lucia, stabbing repeatedly at the X mark and opening and closing the transparent window as Ailill made his own exit.<strong>"Is it brain surgery?  It's probably brain surgery.  But I don't remember any brain surgery, unless -- oh shoot, they're closing the cafeteria if we don't get there!"</strong><br/><br/>And the matter was, for the moment, forgotten.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mr. Finnegan's, Orientation to free time/lunch<br/><br/>English.  Japanese.  Trigonometry/Analytic Geometry.  Chemistry II.  Art.  Rugby.  Six classes was good enough, right?  Makayla would have been hard-pressed to recall any of the major details discussed during the almost four hours of mundane details Mr. Finnegan went over with them all for the second time.  She saw several familiar faces -- Lucia, OBORO, Aillil, and more -- and several others who she'd sort of expected to see, but ultimately been disappointed by their disappearance.  Had they graduated properly?  Were they going back to their previous lives for a little while?  She hoped so.  There were rumors.<br/><br/>The buzz-buzz of her cell phone was a welcome engagement, and she swiftly punched in an answer.<br/><br/><em>TO:</em>Lucia, Ail<br/>i guess so, better work out before lunch rather than after lunch and get sick T_T<br/>and stink afterwards too i guess<br/><br/>And so she changed out of her secondhand jeans and blouse into secondhand black shorts, pink sports bra, yellow tank top, and well-worn sneakers to meet the others on the track field for this whole running thing.