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Over the railing was a different world. The cherry trees’ branches were covered in soft puffs of pink blossoms, and their petals littered the lawn. Aki watched other students greet each other and walk into the main building. Some laughed, some shook hands and others clapped each other on the back. Some showed off new moves or weapons, and off in the corner of her sight beneath one of the oldest cherry trees was a particular commotion; but just as her attention was drifting that way the school bell chimed to call her back to the roof. “Oh no!” Aki exclaimed to herself, “I can’t be late!” She slid her tessen back into it’s protective bag and rifled through her school bag until she found her registration sheet. It read: Homeroom 1-B. She quickly took up the bag, ran back into the building, down the stairs, and, finding an empty seat by the window, sat down to begin a new year of school as the last bell echoed through the courtyard.
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