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Hey, this isn't exactly fan fiction but i was hoping to get some feedback. Its a short extract of the first chapter from the book i'm writing called New World. Its kinda like my own life, or at least some of it is. Lets just say what you read is basically like my own life as it is now.

*Extract from Chapter 1*

“Well this sucks” Kaya sighed as she looked down at her algebra questions, tapping her pencil against the question she was stuck on. It was the last question on the page, and yet it was the one she had the most trouble on. She pushed her spiked fringe away from her eyes and focused upon the question. “Think Kaya think” she whispered to herself while she scribbled some notes down on a scrap piece of paper. After a couple of notes made, Kaya dropped her pencil on the piece of scrap paper and picked up the question sheet.
She observed every detail with her crystal blue eyes. This was one of the reasons she hated 9th period Maths, it always seemed to go on and on. It was Thursday evening and at this point Kaya was getting irritated because of her uniform. The grey short skirt and waist length blazer over a long sleeve blouse was something Kaya hated the most about the university uniform. She looked around at her class; it was a fairly big group in an even bigger classroom. Each student sat at a separate desk with his or her own area. It wasn’t that comfortable, but the students had to endure, even if it was for an hour.
Looking away from her answer paper; Kaya turned to the window and stared at the setting sun, watching the sky turn darker with each passing moment. She dreamt that she could start flying, and that she would some day be able to escape. With that thought; she saw two streams of mist cut across the dark blue sky as a pair of fighter jets flew by. That’s what she wanted to do; not necessarily with the air force, but with any one just to escape.
“Kaya Amagos!” the booming voice of Miss Akamora suddenly jolted Kaya from her day dream and back to the real world, away from the dreams of flying, and back to the miserable math questions. “If you don’t stop day dreaming I’ll keep you behind after every 9th period maths lesson until the end of the week. Understood?” Miss Akamora asked and Kaya nodded in agreement as she continued to try and solve the final question on her page.
Kaya never liked Miss Akamora; she singled her out for no apparent reason and made her do all the work while others could get away with doing anything they wanted. She was a tall woman, in her mid forties but looked as though she was in her late twenties with a bob cut for a hair style and a pale complexion. She wore a black suit with a white t shirt under her jacket, a sign of her trying to keep up with the latest fashions that she saw in magazines and on TV. Miss Akamora was the type of lady that tried to make herself known, whether it was with the students, or the various social groups that called Kumamoto University its home.
In a quick flash, her mind shoved Kaya back to the maths question and in an act of desperation; Kaya quickly scribbled down an answer she wrote down on the scrap piece of paper and as she placed her pencil down the final bell went off through out the University and before anything could be said; every student got up from their desks and gathered their belongings to take home.
“OK I want all finished papers on my desk for marking. If you haven’t finished them don’t bother handing them in. I’ll have them on my desk for next Monday morning thank you very much!” Miss Akamora shouted out and most of the students groaned with displeasure as they placed the sheets in their bags.
The end of the day meant two things for Kaya; the first thing was that she could take a break from her studies and catch up with friends, the other thing was that on the next day: it would start all over again.