Realistic or Modern The Perfect Children

[AlmighTy]

In the perfect city the students attend the perfect highschool. General education is handled in 9th grade so for the rest of your highschool career you'll focus on what you'll major in at the perfect college. It just so happens that you students have been selected for art as your homeroom but your other 3 classes are up to you. Everybody has lunch between classes 2 and 3. The perfect school has every class you can image (Be creative lol)  After everyone enters the teaches ask everyone to introduce themselves.

 

[AI10100]

Yuuji Ajimoto
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Ajimoto Household and Bakery
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Yuuji sat up from his bed, eyes surveying his room. Same old, same old. Did he expect anything to change overnight? Was he expecting anything to change without anyone else actually changing? Maybe he was. The black haired male swung his feet off his bed and stood up and stretched. He then looked at his clock. 4:30. It was early - too early. The school was just around the corner and he didn't take that long to get prepared for school. 


"Ah whatever. Might as well help her."


He muttered to himself before descending the stairs and into living room. His mother was already concocting another most likely delicious recipe. His father was most likely out by now considering he needed to get to his job earlier than normal today. Yuuji forgot why though. If he cared enough about his father to actually dig his memory for why, then he would. But he didn't. Same goes with his mother - well, he would start to love her as more than just a human being if not for the fact that his mother also abides the law and she's like those robots called civilians out there. She turned to him, "Good morning Yuu. You're up early today." She said with a smile.


He grunted in agreement as response. He then helped her with her baking. Apparently she was making bread with red bean paste with something sprinkled inside. He'd rather not ask. It was better to eat it than to know what was in it. It would be unappetizing otherwise. Once everything was prepped up, he went on putting the bread on display. He looked at the wall clock and saw that it was already around six. He hummed to himself as he excused himself and headed to take a bath and dress up for school.


Once he was done, he went back to the kitchen to find that his mother and his little sister, Ayumi, was at the table eating. "Yeah, eat without calling me." He joked with a half-meant chuckle and then sitting down.


Ayumi, two years younger than him, smiled at him and said, "You were in the bathroom. Sorry for not disturbing your bath."


The two shared an honest to goodness laugh and then started to dine. It was a simple ham and egg sandwich. Honestly, to everyone, Yuuji seemed to be part of the 'perfect town', seeing as he was a law abider. No one has ever caught him stealing, because they were too lax and he is careful. He eyed his family talking before looking over to the knives. Some other time perhaps.


"I'm going to school." He said, calling out to the two as he stood up. They both bid him farewell and he put on his headphones as he began walking towards the school. He had art class, for whatever reason, as his homeroom. The next three prepared him for Psychology - Pre-Calculus, Psychology of Language and Developmental Psychobiology. He had no idea how a high school offered those classes, but he wasn't complaining. He would only need a few more college courses before he advances to Major in Psychology.


He slipped out of his house and into the peaceful residential areas. He greeted neighbors left and right, even stopped to pet a dog once or twice. This was the place he lived in. No crimes, no murders, no fights, no nothing. It was perfect. And it was boring. He'll cause a stir in the community one way or another, then he'll finally feel that rush for good. That feeling of adrenaline pumping in your veins, the feeling of change.


The feeling of rebellion.


He arrived at school fairly early and sat down in class with his headphones still on. He had his feet propped  up on the table. Not like anyone would see at this time of the morning. As the people trickled inside, his homeroom classmates, he prepared himself for the first day of classes. He had long since taken his feet off the table and placed his headphones inside his bag. When they were asked to introduce themselves, Yuuji was first to stand up.


"My name's Yuuji Ajimoto. As you can tell, I am Japanese. Nice to meet you." The black haired male said with his brightest smile before sitting down and waiting for the other students to introduce themselves.


(This long post is probably just a one time thing since it's introductory.) 

 

[General_warNpeace]

Cordin 
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"The drugs have been injected. 20 minutes in Patient 01 is already showing signs of despondency and lethargy." Cordin stated into his recorder watching his pet hamster, Mr.Buttons, run on his wheel. Or as Cordin refereed to him as, patient 01. "It should be assumed that the new pill's are not to be taken until further results are revealed. Perhaps, a bit of human testing is in order."


"Cordin, what are you doing?" Lura, Cordin's mother asked, opening his door. Her rude refusal to knock once more shown. Smiling in a way most seemed to consider charming Cordin gracefully stood and slid the recorder into his pocket as he changed the subject. "I was just talking to Mr. buttons. He has been acting weird lately."


"Ah, well I'm sure he will be better soon." Lura lied with a plastic smile, secretly hoping the rat would soon be out of her house. She hated that thing and didn't understand why her son insisted on having one. Who does she think she's fooling? "Well finish getting ready for school dear. We leave in ten."


"Of course mom." The fake smile Cordin were was replaced with a smaller more authentic one once his mother left. Taking her nasty smelling perfume with her. Potential patient has been identified. Grabbing his jacket and book bag Cordin was ready for another day of school with his potential specimen. 

 

[Veltsu VI]

Hanah was walking towards school, two more year of bullying and teasing waiting. If there wasn't technical handcraft, she wouldn't know if she would handle it. Other her lessons was her parents choices: art, cooking lessons and music. She was happy that they couldn't change her classes anymore, even when 3 not her choices did go weaker than technical handcraft. Her mother complain every day that it is reason why her other grades where bad and why it can't be charged to etiquette lessons. 


Hanah had really worked to get one own choice of class to her classes at freshman year. Of course bullying had gone worse after classmates had learned what she had choiced.


At freshman year first teased from her size, then animal fear and when she thinked it wouldn't get worse she was caught by looking other girls in locker room. 

 

[starrregret]

Amy heard her alarm clock go off as she rolled over in sleepy agony. Not this, not again... She did not want to go to school. She hated that school, hated those... people. Even though it was her first day of her second year, she dreaded the idea that she would end up in classes with a bunch of preppy jerks. Her mother's soft footsteps preceded the light being turned on and glaring into her tired eyes. "Honey, it's 6:30. Get up, please." Amy groaned and sat up, nodding. 


She sat at the antique vanity her mother bought her and began brushing her comb through her thick black hair. She loved having straight hair for she never had to straighten it with heat. She began humming to herself as she applied makeup. She had to wear that preppy stuff her dad bought her just because he was afraid of goth girls himself. She only slightly did her cat eyes out and lightly dabbed some pinkish-red eye shadow upon her lid. She threw off her nightshirt and put on a Hello Kitty shirt her father bought her with matching skinny jeans. She hated being a mere 15 year old under her father's constant watchful eye. Amy sighed. But she had some sneaky ways around him. She couldn't listen to her favorite artists? Fine. She changed every song title, album and artist her father hated into something her father approved of. She couldn't wear leather bracelets, spiked belts or flipflops? Amy shoved them into her book bag filled with the textbooks for creative writing (her choice despite her father's constant belittling cries of "you will never be a writer, you'll never make money"), basic sewing, cooking lessons and etiquette. She shuddered at the thought of having such anti-feminist classes. After school she would suffer private lessons from some snooty French tutor: French, grammar, math and science. "Just to keep your mind from forgetting!" Her mother would always chirp before the tutor would come in. Amy sighed. 


After a short dreary drive to the school, her mom dropped her off. Amy sat in front of her teaching saying the name "Amy Caddick" wearing a black hoodie, spiked belt, leather bracelets, and flipflops. She was excited just to not be stuck in high heels anymore. She stared out the window as her teacher blabbed on about the syllabus and assignments.