Chapter 1 c:

It was an average day at Monshiro High school. It was Winter and it was cold. I looked around only to find students wearing the winter uniform (which looked terrible). Their colors clashed, dark greens and oranges. With the long skirt that barely passed the knees. There was also a long sleeved shirt that was fluffled. It was an awkward design with awkward colors. "Good morning, Takasaki!" yelled my best friend from across the room. "Oh. Selamat Pagi, Saito." I replied hesitantly. "Did you do your math homework today?" He asked beggingly. "Actually did you write yesterday's Chemistry notes too?" "Uh, I did both. Why? You didn't do anything yesterday again did you?" I asked mockingly. "Shut up. I have a lot of stuff to deal with okay. I don't have time to mess around with this education crap." He snapped. I just handed him all of my notes and my homework from last night. As I handed him all of my crap, the announcement box came flickering on. "Hello, students. Good morning." echoed the raspy voice of our principal, "Tomorrow we will be having a new transfer student tomorrow. Please be sure to be nice to HER and make sure SHE can fit in well with our system. That is all. Enjoy the school day. Remember learning is good for you." And the announcement box died. The only thoughts that rushed in my head were, was this transfer student in our grade? Why was she transferring at the end of a semester? Next week are finals and they end the semester for this half of the year. It was weird, and something was up. But, she was none of my concern for now. "Hey, Takasaki. Why is there a doodle of a really attractive girl at the back of your notes? I didn't know you were a mangaka." He said slowly and sadly. "HEY, GIVE THAT BACK." I yelled chasing after him. "HEHEHEHE, HEY EVERYO-" was all he could get out before I tackled him down unto the ground. I quickly snatched the book. "You're not allowed to copy my notes anymore." I smirked. He looked at me all pitiful. Hm. Well deserved.

I was walking home with Saito, as usual. "Dude, did you hear! My family is planning on using our shrine to host a festival. It's gonna start being an annual thing! I'm getting really excited!" Saito explained in heavy breaths. Pssh. A delinquent getting excited for a festival. Saito sure had the mind of a five-year old. "Yeah, it sounds like a big deal. Hey how about you treat me to a juice. I'll go to the festival, if you do." I said very nonchalantly. "OK OK OK OK OK OK OK." He excitedly exclaimed. "YOU OWE ME A COTTON CANDY AT THE FESTIVAL." I sighed. Being a delinquent was hard. All you had for friends were more delinquents. There were never any women delinquents. All I have is Saito. My childhood friend, I wish my childhood friend was a cute, attractive girl. Like in those mangas. Even though I'm a delinquent I like to read manga. I know, it's weird. But, that's me. And to be honest, the ones that speak to me the most are those nice slow-development romance mangas. Saito came running back with Black Tea in his hand. I was just about ready to hit him. I hated Black Tea. No one likes Black Tea. It tastes like the color black. "I GOT YOU SOME BLACK TEA!" Saito panted. "I hate Black Tea, dumbass." He ran away crying. I felt a little bad. But, it was nothing to be worried about. Saito was an idiot. And idiots never catch colds. Or feel pain. I looked around and sighed. I was alone again. I felt like going to the park again. I went to my neighborhood park and swung on a swing for an hour. It helped calm me down. I was walking towards the park and I see a black cat pass by, it was awkwardly wearing a red scarf. Apparently, that's bad luck in the United States. Hopefully, it's good luck for me. I need it. I had finally reached the park, only to find a girl sitting on MY swing. I was about to flip a table. I need this time alone, and there she was a girl sitting on my swing. Great a girl just totally killed my vibe. I walked over there to consult her, and wake her up.

"Hey, that's my swing. So get off." I roughly told her. She gave me a shakely look, and she looked startled. So she nervously got off the swing and went to the next one. I was pretty proud of my intimidation factor. It helped me enhance my delinquent skills. According to Cosmopolitan, I'm a level 7 delinquent. I know it's a chick magazine, but they offer some great advice. I'm now a level 8 delinquent. I looked across from me, only to realize the girl I had scared off, was now fast asleep in the swing next to me. Do you know how confused I was? This definitely not a scene I would see in a manga. I looked around to see if I could fetch an adult to help me out in my current situation. I was utterly stumped. I had no idea who this chick was. It was getting dark out and this girl was calmly sleeping right beside a delinquent. Just who the hell is this girl? It was pretty cold. And I, as a man, could not bare to see a woman get a cold. So I threw my jacket over her, and swung away with the wind. It was calming night. It helped me swing and think about what I was doing currently with my life. Half the school hates me. The other half thinks I'm a weirdo, cause they caught me reading romance mangas. Saito was the only real ally I have, even though I treat him like shit. Everyone has more of a fondness to Saito than myself. Even though he's considered a delinquent, he's very smart, and very outgoing. He can be an idiot, but everyone can. He just has more moments than others. The only reason that he's not popular, is because he's not an attractive dude. And that he hangs out with me. Of course, I'm an obvious delinquent, I have the blonde hair, piercings, and a hot bod. All the factors of becoming a numba 1 delinquent are with me. I also have the intimidation factor down. The wind began to have a certain rhythm, it was putting me in a doozy mood. Even though it was shivering cold, I managed to close my eyes.

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. I awoke to feeling the cold hard sand in the sandbox that lay beneath the swings. Then all of a sudden, the girl who was sleeping on the swing next to me, was now on the ground also sleeping next to me. Luckily my jacket was on top of her too. Wouldn't want that to be dirty. Her head was heavily on top of my arm. And I couldn't feel my arm. "Hey, are you awake?" I asked softly. Who was I to disturb a girl's sleep. For a delinquent, I sound like a marshmallow. The girl looked very calm as she slept. I couldn't just wake her up. Wait, what time is it. I used my free hand to get my phone. Oh. I have five minutes to get to school. I slowly arose from the sand, and I tried to be as gentle as I could. Success! Ok, I decided the best way to get to school was to take a nearby bike and ride to school. Luckily, I had my handy multi tool with me. I used it to break off the chain that held a bike to the post. And biked off into the morning sun. Crap, I forgot my jacket. ~