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Author's Notes;
Right, I'll start by saying that Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine but the property of Kazuki Takahashi and other various people. This was started as I felt that the Fan fiction community is somewhat at faults with the whole BlueShipping drama (for those who don't know, BlueShipping is Seto/Kisara) and the whole section was all damsels in distress - weirdly even vampires? - so I thought I'd bring a little attitude back to it. Catherine is my creation to do this and boy do I make her sound a little insolent sometimes don't I? Oh, I nearly forgot! Since I'm actually from the UK and not the USA, I apologise if I get the accent wrong and make it less American in terms of certain things the Yanks use instead of our terminology. Just PM if you think that has happened and I'll correct. Again sorry for that, but I've only been to America once and i'm not very good on the whole terminology change there (seriously people, stop using silly things like 'I could care less' as it completely denies what you are actually saying as you could care at least a bit. It's 'I couldn't care less' actually). Sorry for that little rant. Anyway thanks for reading! R&S are cookies, and you must feed the cookie monster, LOL.
Chapter 1: Mondays are Miserable
Mondays.
I hate Mondays. They are so depressing and I hate the boring routine of them! Routine is just another way for the corporate big shots to control our lives with unnecessary trips to the store or to work, where we spend more then we earn in order to fuel their corporation's check books. In short, Mondays are evil. End of.
So it was no surprise to me that when Mondays come around, they are mostly the most annoying event in my life as most of the crap in my life happens then. Perhaps it's just destiny that I hate them or personal preference but if I were all-powerful I would just scrap them. Who needs a Monday? Let's have a 6 days in a week instead of 7, it will be far more in everyone's preference. Then Sunday won't suck as much and I can stop moaning about it every time I have to get out of the weekend mood and back into evil routines. However, I'm not all-powerful so I just have to stick it out till Tuesday comes.
Another thing I hate is alarm clocks. Why, oh why do we have them? They are evil and loud! Alarm clocks, however cool, are never fun to wake up to with a stupid buzzer drilling itself into your brain. I hate them but whatever I need to get up anyway. First day of school on a Monday is not what I want to do but I'll cooperate as I have no choice in the matter. I better get ready then, oh joy! (Sarcasm).
I'm feeling so Boho right now so I'll go Hipster today. Maybe rock chick tomorrow and prep the day after? Oh, whatever I'll worry about that tomorrow. Right now I have to fight the infamous hair war and come out unscaved against the perilous straighteners. I have to say right now that I hate my hair, no really I absolutely hate it. It takes just a light spray of water and it becomes so fuzzy that I look like a puked up hairball. Only constant straightening and carefully placed pins in order to look even half decent and even then it has a mind of it's own when the wind gets to it. Now the style, let's see. Ballerina bun? Na, too last century. Loose side-braid? Done it already. Messy updo? Like I need any more fuzz. Sigh, this always happens with me. I always wear every style and leave nothing for the following day. In the end I just went with a cute little Panda hat that is meant for the winter and left it down. Natural fibers of course, and it can hide my mat of hair behind it. Why can't my hair be like everyone else? At least it could obey me once in a while instead of poofing up in awkward situations. Guess it's just a rebel.
Next the makeup, no. I will not wear makeup ever, I mean it. I mean why must women wear make-up every day when men don't? It is so misogynistic in this day and age, thus I won't conform to their level of 'acceptability'. It's not like it's the law to dress up like a pre-Madonna Barbie doll anyway.
Next the clothes. Today it's a pair of dark leggings and a flarey white top for the main course followed with a side order of a brown leather belt (not real leather obviously) and boots. Casual, yet totally unconventional in terms of uniform. As if I'm ever going to wear that! Pink and blue, total ew! It's so ... not me! Anyway, mum will write me a note and make the teachers allow me to wear my own clothes judging by her own distaste for such nonsense. It's so good to have a cool mum and not a strict one. Long as I'm back by curfew and eat my veg, no trouble ever happens. Again so good to have her.
Breakfast was quick, and I had to take my tea to go in order to avoid being late. Tea is so good, and is far nicer then coffee (ew) or anything. It's herbal and tasty with no contest. Anyway enough about that and more about my new life here in Domino. I moved here just a few weeks ago with mum from California, and it is a huge city. I mean, wow! I know it's just a few miles across the continent but it sure is impressive. unfortunately the skyline is dominated by corporation buildings so that's a bummer. I'm already been to a load of the coffee shops and restaurants in order to try out the local cuisine but so far it's been hard to find a tea that I actually find better than the ones back home. Of course, mum moves us around a lot with work and I've already lived in a load of cities like New York, Chicago and Boston so I'm pretty well-travelled by now. Never been out of the state though, since we don't really have the cash to afford first class tickets to France or the UK but I cope. I would so love to go on a backpacking trip across Europe though, but that will come later once I get a successful job.
However first there is school.
Domino city High School, boring title by the way, was about four blocks away from my house and the walk gave me time to drink my tea and relax for the coming day. The sun was shinning and there was not a cloud in the sky so the day seemed ok enough but it was a Monday so anything could happen. It started as a usual first day with a twenty minutes spent bored out of my mind on a really uncomfortable chair while the Principal finished his meeting with some important person or something, staring blankly at the cliché posters on the walls. I eventually got bored and started playing about on my Ipod till I got called in. The office was of course the same and the entire layout was utterly forgettable. He just launched into an inspirational speech that I bet he says to all of the new girls before near throwing me towards a random classroom that he said was my new class and forcing a timetable into my hands. A few words to the teacher outside and I was in. Good, no rush for the new girl to get out of your hair, just what I would expect from a quality principle. Not!
Twenty-four eyes were watching me and I could not blow my composure in front of them. Thankfully about six students - no five since that guy is turning round - were not staring like I was the new exhibit at the zoo. However, I brushed off my annoyance and kept the head high and the mouth stagnant. I am a master of poise. An Queen of elegance. An Empress of perfection. Till the teacher asked if I could tell them a bit about me in order to get to know me better. I don't pretend to be all that but evidently they thought I was some big shot or something due to the quality of my clothes and the fact I wasn't wearing uniform. Like I would wear pink out of season, please!
"My name is Catherine, Cara for short, and I'm from California. I'm a Leo and that's pretty much it!" not too much for an introduction but not too little that the teacher asks for more.
"Hi Cara, and welcome to the class! Now does anyone have any questions for Cara?" The teacher, who's name I guess was Miss Mona, asked with a tone of excitement that I found rather annoying. What's so enjoyable about a new kid anyway?
A blond looking guy took one look and just asked "You a hipster or something?" in a broad Brooklyn accent. I love New York, with the bright lights and the personality in the residents. It is just a cool city, with the attitude to match it's urban surroundings. Love it.
"I prefer not to use labels" I just answered in the most polite way I could find. Love to the new yorkers! The next few minutes was consumed by questions like how was California, know any movie stars and the like. It seemed like they accepted me but one guy just ignored me straight off, and did his best not to even look at me. He was sort of handsome I suppose, with a very strong vibe of 'dark, tall and mysterious' but I was rather annoyed at his blatant insolence. The entire class was warm and comfortable but he was cold and aloof, but I began to get the idea by the looks on everyone's faces that it was normal. So this was the bad boy of the group hey? Or the spoilt brat? Either way I don't care.
The class ended a few minutes after that and the rush to the door was like a tsunami that I struggled to escape from in time. The mob threw themselves to escape the classroom like they were running from the plague and I certainly wasn't that suicidal. Turns out that a group of guys there had the same idea but I stayed away. I've had too many experiences with dumb jocks to be a fool now. However, they cornered me like a bunch of wild dogs and boy were they out of their league.
"Hi darling, so what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" Oh smooth, you really must be a hit with the ladies (rolls eyes and smirk). Sorry but I'm no amateur when it comes to turning down guys who only want a good time, in fact it's my profession.
"Sorry champ no dice, how about you go back to your little bunch of pals before you embarrass yourself?" I swerved under their oversized arms and managed to escape their acidic breath - seriously take a breath mint - in order to get to my classes. Don't want to be late on the first day!
"But I have a pen and you have a phone number ... think of the possibilities!" He called from behind me as the very thing that I was trying to avoid happened; he touched me. No, touch is too gentle a word, more like invaded my personal space with his hands and tried to physically molest my ass. I hate behind touched, I absolutely hate it. It makes me feel small and pathetic and I am not small and pathetic! I am strong and as soon as he did it, I knew exactly what to do.
One) Hand - grab and twist in order to break or bruise.
Two) Avoid - most people hit out blindly when hurt and that is a real risk to my beautiful face.
Three) Elbow - Jab into diaphragm, to stun.
Four) Grab - The Jersey he was wearing would be enough to grab and pull forward in order to flip him forward and knock the wind out of him.
The only thing missing was my strutting away from the incident with not a scratch on me like a boss. The incident of course grabbed people's attention and served as a warning to all others not to mess with me. Silence was the result and a sever battering by a girl half his size. Respect to me, embarrassment to him - karma is brilliant. Of course, I didn't exactly want to batter him but things can't be helped if it is in self-defence. I have proved my point and now I will leave in style.
Anyway, as I said: I hate Mondays.