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Boys, Guys, Men, Males!
It's a story of a normal girl. She's like us. And she's in that stage, the strange stage of the mystery that is boys, men, guys, and well, males. It's her story that is no others, but everyone can take from.
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At The Start
Ugh, my breath stinks. Again. Squeezing a large amount of toothpaste on my frayed toothbrush, the sounds of harsh brushing match the tempo of the fast paced music vibrating throughout the house. They say water, lots of it helps too. Stinky breath I mean. I dance, or try. The mirror reflects a girl with foam about to burst from her chapped lips, moving her upper body a bit too… erratically. So. Who am I? I'm Sakura Kinomoto. I'd say I was 15, but then I'd be lying. I'm really 14 and 3 quarters of the way. Hey, no difference right? Whatever. High school is gay. They're all racist losers. That's why I'm glad it's summer. Summer of '06 really. I wanna have fun this summer. Go wild, but not with this dancing. I glare at my reflection, and turn to rinse my mouth in the sink.
I wanna meet a someone. Not a boy, not a guy, not a man. Fine. I admit it, I don't know the difference. Well, I know what a man and what a boy are… Men are strong, tall, buff, yet old. Boys are idiots, think we girls have cooties, and have pimples the size of craters. Tomoyo says differently, but I don't care. She's my absolute best friend, and we're like the craziest of the craziest people you'll ever meet. But this summer? I don't think we'll meet any of those kinds of… people. We're staying in our small little town of… Cherry Hill, New Jersey. Boring ole place. Don't know how we'll meet ANYONE. Oh well. Looks like I'll be stuck with SAT prep and more piano practice than ever. Plus track. Maybe I'll run everyday. No, I'll run twice!
HAHAH. Wow. I just laughed out loud! HAHAHA. Oh mother. Mom's back. My small hands move to shut off the music, turn on the lights, (even if it's day) and grab a pencil along with one of the many heavy SAT books laying around.
I jump up out of my chair, speaking a little too loudly and cheerfully, "Hey mom! What's up?"
She mumbles a small, "Fine."
Hmm. Sounds like her day did not go well. Whatever. At least out of danger.
"Why is there nothing written on the page Sakura?" her lengthy purple- gray hair whirls around to reveal accusing green eyes.
I know this one, and I'm prepared. Turning back a page, I show the messy work and answers.. From a month ago. But she doesn't need to know that. I stare at her knowingly.
Heaving a sigh, she says, "Okay… You're done. Wait. Did you do piano?"
HAHHA. I'm smart, I know this one too. I point to the piano and display the messy music splayed across the stand. Grinning inwardly, I knew she had nothing to counter this either…I had dusted away the dust from the keys… Man I'm too smart. Hesitating, she gives an uncertain glance towards me and gives in once again.
"You're free. Go off to your little computer games, or whatever," her tired voice sounds in the air.
"Can I go out with Tomoyo? We want to go to the mall," I blatantly asked her.
The silence unnerved me, and I quickly added, "I got rides from Tomoyo. And I finished SAT, and piano!"
Once again… silence.
"Fine, be good. Go ahead," and that was that.
"We are GOING TO THE MALLLL, WE'RE GOING TO THE MAAALLLLL," Tomoyo and I sang to the beat of "wind it up" by Gwen Stefani.
(Good song btw, okay I'll shut it)
Well, we didn't make it far until we reached the bustling crowds of the Freehold Mall.
Once out of the car, and away from prying ears, I shouted, "Yes! Can't wait for some hott guys!"
Tomoyo, her amethyst eyes gleaming, replied with a, "12 o clock. Or 6 o clock. Wait you're facing this way so… 4 O CLOCK!"
"You sexy girls talkin bout us?" a rich baritone voice purred in my ear.
Surprised, I jumped, only to come face to face with twin chocolate eyes, and amber hair streaked with pink. Yes, pink. Next to him stood a tall deep midnight blue eyed, black and blue haired man with square glasses framing his entrancing eyes.
"Holy mother…" Tomoyo mumbled.
Well she's right. they are so fucking hott. Damnn. Too bad their asses.
Coming to my senses, I disgustedly told him, in some nice colorful words, "Fuck off you horny bitches, I don't need to be the daily fuck of the day."
Tomoyo, conveniantly forgetting their hottness, also sneered and spoke in a deadly calm voice, "Why aren't you moving? Stupid asses are deaf Sakura, lets go… at least we can still get some shopping in."
Eek, they PISS ME OFF. The guys flirtatious faces turned cold, as the pink haired guy icily said, "Man what's up with the dog show today? Looks like some are PMSing Eriol. Lets skip this bunch."
Eriol. So that's the bluey weirdo. He'd look good with Tomoyo. HAHHAHA. If she takes me to Abercrombie.. I'll threaten her with him!
Rolling his blue eyes Eriol nodded, and pointed to some slutty girls, "MMM. Yum, let's aim for the hotter ones over there."
Glaring at their backs, Tomoyo dragged me towards the first store…. ABERCROMBIE?!
"You know I hate this stupid overpriced, gay, ugly store," I whined to Tomoyo.
She ignored me as I desperately searched for Eriol amiss the crowd. Eriol is standing very close to those sluts. Ugh, I wonder…I wonder if my breath smelled while they were talking with us. Hmmm. Whatever.
As Tomoyo dragged me in, Eriol's eyes turned back towards me and our eyes caught in a eye-lock. Similar to a lip lock. NO looking away. Hahha. I crack myself up. NO glaring either. Hm. Well, I'm gonna glare. Snicker. His eyes narrow at my glare, and he abruptly looks away, and I'm dragged into a heaping pile of clothes next to Tomoyo. Oops. I forgot about the whole.. threaten Tomoyo with Eriol thing. Shit.
no offense to abercrombie. Also I understand. I have other stories.. But I just don't like them. Heh. So those are on hiatus. Yep. Or I might just discontinue. Well, review!
i hate to do this.. but please 2 reviews? then ill update. i promisee.
sophia
