1 (1) A Very Creative, Creative Writing School

Emica had woken up in the small dorm house that was next to her creative writing school. Today was her first day of 4 years of learning creative writing. While writing did not make a lot of money, Emica did it because she loved writing. Emica got dressed and bust through her friend's door, making her wake up.

"WAKEY WAKEY! EGGS AND BAKEY!" Mio Ahmya shoved a pillow on her face and groaned.

"For once, can you not wake me up like that? You've been doing that since 7th grade. I did not agree to skip college and come here for you to keep waking me up like that." Emica frowns but then gets an evil idea.

"Zack is dead. Zack is gone. Rachel disappeared. Rachel was lost. Both of them never got a chance to stay with each other." Mio throws the pillow off and pins Emica to the ground.

"NOOOOOO! STOP SAYING MY POOR ZACK AND RAY NEVER GOT TOGETHER! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" (Btw, this is an Angel's of Death reference.) Emica wriggled around and tried to get free.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Mio and Emica start arguing, waking up all their roommates. A pair of shoes stop in front of them and Mio and Emica look up.

"Girls, get up. It is the first day of school, and I do hope everyone can get along." Mr. Souta and Emica lock eyes, and Emica gets a strange feeling in her gut. Emica felt that Mr. Souta had an odd vide around him. Emica got a bad feeling and immediately stood up. She saw Mr. Souta trail his eyes down from her eyes to her neck, collarbone, and then to her shoulder. Emica touched her shoulder and realized her sweater had slipped off her shoulder and her black tank top had been revealed.

"Emica, come to talk with me in my office." Emica slowly followed him to the school. (I should actually be saying class since it is literally a small house that was transformed into a creative writing class.) Emica entered Mr. Souta's office and sat down on the chair. Mr. Souta sat down on his office chair. He scanned Emica, making her feel a little... UNCOMFORTABLE!

"Emica." Emica looked up and was captured by his dark brown eyes. She felt her stomach squirming as Mr. Souta scanned her.

"Emica, I know that you have a well-trained temper, but, I need you to hold in your temper while you are learning here." Emica nods and looks down at her lap.

"I also have your past school reports and it says you have been suspended once for your temper once. Come, look." Emica warily gets up and walks over to his side of the desk. She looks at his computer and sees her entire school report. As her eyes flit over her school record, her eyes somehow drew over to a web browser that was not hidden very well. The logo showed and Emica's eyes widen as she sees it. (It's an adult site.)

"You know, I don't want to have to suspend you." She hears him whisper near her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"It would be a shame if I had to." Emica stands up and rushes out of his room. Mr. Souta looked at her in amusement.

"Oh, you sweet, young child. You have no idea how much torture from me you will have to endure."