The headmaster seemed pretty strange, but since I never went to any school, he might be considered 'normal'. I had this new habit, that whenever I was thinking hard, I would run my fingers over the smooth hollows mask in my pocket. This fist grade was pretty easy. I liked all my classes, and I was pretty good in most of them. (I got middle As and one low A in sword class. I prefer more long range, but oh well.) Somehow, I made it through my first week of classes and made friends. There was something about this place that made loners not really able to stay a loner. I smiled thinking that.

I was sitting on a bench under a tree, working on homework for my art class. I drew the sky, with sakura petals blowing gently through it. I wish I had a camera, because it was the perfect picture. To bad we weren't doing photographic art...

When will I move on to second grade? What will my zanpakuto be like? Would I graduate into the thirteen?

~Zoey