The easiest way to start this story would be with the truth. The uncensored truth. Don't worry, it's nothing bad... On the day of Mori Oshiro's sixteenth birthday, she decided to go to school. For most, that would be a simple truth. Go to school and be with friends, but Mori had missed the past week because of a cold and the only interaction she had with her classmates was when the class representative brought that day's schoolwork to her house. She always felt awkward going back to school after a long absence. Mori fidgeted with her school bag's strap and forced herself to take another step. She didn't really have any reason to be afraid. She didn't get bullied. She didn't get in trouble. She didn't do anything, actually. She did her schoolwork, stayed just below top of the class and that was it. To the majority of the school, Mori Oshiro was invisible. The only person that ever acknowledged her was the class rep and that was her job. So, why was she so nervous? With a sigh, Mori forced herself to think of other things. Like work. She had work after school. Then she had chores. And homework. She wondered if her mother would be home when she got home. Probably not. Nana Oshiro had as much on her plate as her daughter did. Once again, Mori forced herself to walk forward. She lowered her eyes, kept her head down. That would prove to be her first mistake. Mori slammed into a wall. Only, she knew it wasn't actually a wall. Her eyes widened and she stepped back, daring to look up at the person she had run into. Her heart stopped. Her stomach dropped. She was going to be sick. She was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. She had the impulse to run away, but her feet were planted firmly on the ground. With her gold eyes, Mori Oshiro stared up at Kouki Suzuki, the most popular boy in school.