I was up all night, of course. And the problem is not that I'm a midnight, I just can't sleep at night. As soon as the sun goes out of the horizon, my heart starts beating at a crazy rate, increasing the blood pressure. You get a feeling of vigor and energy right away. Basically, at this time I can turn the mountains, but spend time on the Internet and various toys to entertain myself. But as soon as dawn comes, the forces disappear, there is apathy and an overwhelming desire to sleep. But I have to get ready for school.
Yeah... just looking at my dull face in the mirror, I wonder the same question for the hundredth time - what the hell is the mafia? What Councilman? I can't organize my life either. Although this is more of a "Don't want to" rule.
Eh... bruises under my eyes became even clearer. Already like a junkie. She put on the uniform of Namimori school. The skirt is too short. No matter how much you pull over, it seems to me that it is worth bending over, and everyone will know what color my underwear is. And why a skirt? Can't girls wear pants like guys? But that wasn't the main problem. A bow tie, or rather a small red bow around her neck that she couldn't t tie. I know how to do it. But it's one thing to "know", and it's quite another to "tie". He was always crooked, and I didn't like him. And at some point, I got tired of it all, and my hands started to fall asleep forever in an elevated state, so I scored on this case and went to school without a bow.
It hasn't been nine in the morning yet, but I have to say how hot it is here. Summer is not far off. But the Japanese also study in the summer. In any case, the first two months. But this is madness! Learn in such hot weather. Although perhaps, I did not mind, if not for one "but" - I can not stand the heat. I love the winter very much. So clean, snow-white, cool, with thorny frosts and noisy blizzards.
Eh... okay. I'll think of something when I get to school.
Today, not only did I transfer to class 1-A, but some kids my age. My ashy hair came out to my shoulders, and my turquoise eyes radiated rage and were completely focused on Tsun. Do they know each other? Tsunayoshi's excited look did not, but the newcomer looked as if he owed a lot of money.
- The new students came to us," the teacher began by showing us in front of the class.
- They had studied abroad before. Meet Gokudera Hayato from Italy and Serra Daria from Russia.
For the first time, this newcomer, who hadn't noticed me the whole time, made me look in my direction. In his glance, he read surprise and some anxiety. I think I could also see a slight puzzlement on my face.
- Serra? - Gokudera asked.
- From Italy? - I asked.
I'm sure he's somehow involved with the mafia world. Moreover, standing next to him, I can clearly smell cigarettes and ... powder. His reaction to my last name also says a lot. I think he knows her. Judging by the reaction, he's not my friend. It's more the opposite. Everything in the guy literally shouted to me - "Don't come near me! Otherwise, they will kill me! I think he's afraid of me. Is Serra so "popular" in Italy?
Hmm... However, the class met us... in two ways.
The girls immediately fell in love with Gokudera at first sight. We heard whispers about how pretty and cute the guy was. But I was met... in a peculiar way.
- Is that a zombie? - I heard from the far desks.
- It looks terrible...
Okay, great! Although... I understand them perfectly.
Standing next to Gokudera, the contrast was stunning, considering we were both blonde. It's natural, though, with that hair color, and I'm gray. What's more, his skin is light pink, full of energy and health. I am pale with swollen bruises and yellow eyes. And my own eye color gives the skin a light greenish shade. Well, definitely a zombie! Fortunately, at least I eat one chocolate, not brains.
We were asked to sit on free seats. Hokuder immediately headed towards Sawada and kicked his desk without explaining anything. Everybody was bewildered when they looked at the aggressor. Some of the guys even assumed that Gokudera was a gangster, and I think they are not far from the truth. We got the back desks, and my last one in the row was near the wide windows. Not a very good place. Too much sun. I'm sure I'll be like an omelet in a pan at lunchtime, but I can see the entire courtyard from there. Our class was on the second floor at the end of the right-wing, so I could see what was going on in the other classes across the hall. The left-wing looked like it was in the palm of my hand. But it will wait.
Now I need to steal my free time and talk to Sawada. He turns around occasionally and looks at me and then at Gokudera. And if I'm slightly embarrassed, I'm not afraid of an Italian. I think that Tsuna already knows that the mafia is planning to marry us. I wonder how he feels about that. So far, it doesn't look like the guy was upset.
Okay... we'll wait for a change.