I saw a girl staring into blank space.

She wore a blue jacket that goes up to the borderline of herwaist, a white button up shirt with black buttons and a small pocket, a black skirt with white frills underneath, yellow stockings and dark blue shoes.

She had brown eyes and short blond hair with a small braid hidden and single strand sticking up.

"Hi there," I said to her.

She wasn't looking at me, she was in her own world.

"Um... Excuse me," I said.

I then realized that she probably can't hear me. She had earphones in her ears as they were connected to a orange MP3 player. I simply tapped on her shoulder as she quickly reacted.

"Sorry, I was listening to music," she said.

"What were listening to?" I asked.

"That's my business," she answered coldly.

"Ok, may I have your name?" I asked.

"Mikoto Itsuki," she answered.

"Your talent?" I asked.

"How should I know," she said.

"You don't know your talent?" I asked.

"I don't have amnesia or anything, I just don't know why I'm here," she said.

She doesn't know what her talent is, but I guess it's none of my business.

"I'm leaving," Mikoto said.

As she walked away from me, another girl was sitting against the wall.

She wore a white and blue sailor shirt with a yellow bow, a pink unbuttoned sweater, a knee low blue skirt, white calf high socks with a pink triangle logo on each, and dark teal shoes with tiny with bows. She also had a yellow heart shaped bag with her.

Her eyes were pale blue and her neck length hair was light pink with pink rectangular glasses. She also had a dark teal headband with a pink butterfly like bow on. She had bandages on her neck.

She seemed to be writing something on a piece of paper.

"The winds of winter blow as part of one's aura," she said as she wrote.

"Excuse me," I said interrupting her writing.

"Oh, hello. I am Nico Himura," she said, "I am the Ultimate Poet."

So she's a poet. That explains the poetic feeling in her writing.

"Lost, dazed, and confused, we seek for answers of this situation," Nico said.

"Ok, you're right," I said.

At least some of us are taking notice of our situation, she's one of them.

"I'm bored, I can't think of anything to write about," Nico said.

She then took her unfinished poem and puts it in her bag.

I then see a man with his arms crossed. He doesn't look too happy.

He was wearing a brown gakuran, the only difference being that it's only up to the borderline of his waist instead of being long enough to cover his entire torso. The pants were a little baggy with a pale yellow kanij symbol on the left pant leg. He also wore no shoes.

He was slim but muscular build. His brown messy hair combed backwards with bangs dyed yellow that matched his eyes. He had red sports tape wrapped around his stomach and feet.

"Huh?" He sighed, "Hey! The fuck you're staring at?!"

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to know you're name," I answered.

"Ok, I'm Kazuomi Samejima, the fucking Ultimate Karate Fighter," he said.

"That's cool, so you're into martial arts," I said.

"Yeah, some pricks say my fighting looks like dancing," Kazuomi said.

"Dancing? Kind of a effeminate term," I said.

Out of nowhere, his face begins to blush.

"Effeminate!? My karate is not effeminate!" Kazuomi yelled.

"I'm sorry!" I said.

"Fucking prick, calling my karate dancing, kick his ass," he grunted.

He then walked off pissed. As he left, a girl sleeping standing up.

She wore a black, long sleeve, button up shirt with white cuffs and pockets under a yellow hood with red logos on, dark orange skirt, black ankle high boots, and yellow rain boots above her shoes. She also had a teru teru bozu doll on her.

Her pinkish strawberry blond hair was long, tied in low pigtails with black ribbons. Her eyes were blue. She also had a lightning bolt hair clip in her hair.

"Excuse me," I said.

"Huh?" She just woke up.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello Hello! It's everyone's big sis, Marin Mizuta!" She said with joy, "The Ultimate Weather Forecaster!"

She seems to be happy and bubbly.

"So you predict the weather?" I asked.

"Thanks to Big Sis's research, Big Sis's predictions are a hundred percent correct," Marin answered.

"Big Sis?" I asked.

"Big Sis is Big Sis's nickname," Marin said.

"Oh," I sighed.

"If you have anything to ask, leave it to Big Sis," Marin said.

She then skipped off to who knows where. I still didn't get the Big Sis thing, but I'll probably never know.