As a child, we were always told to do as we were told. We were taught to take care of our messes, we were taught to read and write, taught to go to the bathroom and taught how to treat each other with respect. Yes, that's what we were taught...well the majority of us. Our parents and our guardians teach us all well. Teach us how to live and function like normal human beings, right? Well yeah, but there's some things we have to learn on our own. Some things that are just too hard for anyone to explain or teach. Things we have to get through on our own and things we have to learn to deal with. It's hard to explain how the world works, but I know for a fact that things are confusing. Especially these things we have to learn on our own. For one, there's puberty and...uhmmm...the miracle of childbirth (which I haven't gone through yet...lucky me). Then there's things like, making it out in the world on your own and finding out what you want to do in the future for the rest of your life. They're all pretty tough, well...I mean, I wouldn't know that ALL of them are tough. I'm only 17 and a senior in High School. I haven't even reached half of my natural life expectancy so, yeah...I guess I can't tell you much about the future, but I can tell you a bit about my past.
My names Luka Megurine. I'm half Japanese, half American. Yes, I get it. My last name sounds weird, but it's Japanese for "sound that travels the world". Odd thing is, that's kinda what my family's job is. You see, my mother and father are both in a Christian band that travels around alot. They're called the "Saved Beats" and they're pretty big in America and England, so, that's kinda where I've been living. Between the two. England for maybe a year, then America. Of course there's the issue of schooling, but I got used to the bouncing back and fourth pretty quickly. I just learned not to get attached to anyone. I stayed away from everything for the most part. Every dance, every gathering, every party. Nobody hardly ever noticed I was there. As much as I was used to it, it did suck not being able to keep a friendship or talk to anyone hardly ever. MY mom told me I was just doing it to myself, that I could make friends and I could always communicate through calls or on the internet, but that wouldn't be the same as hanging out or spending time with and actual friend. Who wants to take a computer for a walk, or to the movies, or to the mall. Yeah, not me. So I was practically alone, whether I made myself that way or not, I was and that's how it always was...well, until 6th grade.
The "Saved Beats" were on a split. My father and the lead bassist had an argument over...something God related (I dunno, something about my fathers tattoo of a foot on his ankle being against the bible) and we decided to move to America again, New York to be specific. This was the first time we had ever actually bought an actual house, not apartment. It was the first time we went looking for the perfect school in the area. The first time I was ever nervous about going to a new school. I could actually keep a friend and I could actually talk to people and get to know them...
...but I guess I wasn't to great at that. I was sheltered my whole life that I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't know how to handle myself around anyone else. I shut myself out for the entirety of my 6th grade year, just like I was used to...
The next year, when I arrived to school on the first day of 7th grade, it seemed like it was going to be the same. The students and teachers still hardly knew my name and everyone still seemed alienated to me...except a figure I kept seeing out of the corner of my eye. Every time I seemed to look over at the figure it, or he, would quickly turn away. He would try to look innocent even though I knew he was looking at me. It didn't help at all that he was in almost every single one of my classes. I could feel his eyes on me, it was strange to know that someone was noticing me, almost un-comforting. Eventually during the day, my algebra teacher yelled a name sharply that seemed to get the boy's attention. "Akio Davis! You've sure been quite dazed all period. Would you mind telling us what you're looking at?"
I remember turning to him, seeing his face flushed a bright pink. He told her he wasn't looking at anything, and oddly I felt something turn in my stomach. Maybe he was just looking past me...no, no he was looking at me. He just didn't want to say that, or maybe I wasn't anything. I mean, I was hardly there to begin with. I looked away and heard the teachers voice ring out again "Well if miss Megurine is going to be a distraction for you, I can move your seat." She said, causing the class to snicker. So, he WAS looking at me! Before Akio could mutter another word, the bell rang signaling the class to come to an end. I turned my head to see Akio lay his head down on his desk, the rest of our class dispersing around us. I walked over to his desk and cleared my throat.
"Excuse me?" I muttered. His head shot up quickly and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"Listen! I wasn't looking at you! I just daydream a lot an-"
"Well you must have been daydreaming in my direction a lot today." I said, a bit bitter. His face flushed and he sighed.
"I'm sorry, miss." He bowed slightly "I didn't mean to cause you any distress its just...I really like the color of your hair." He said, reaching out to grab a strand. Reluctantly, I let him and just looked at him, confused about what had just happened. I could feel heat rising into my face.
"Um th-thank you..." I said quite timidly.
"You don't talk very much, do you?" He asked, taking me by surprise. "I mean, I see you in class. You seem like you could be pretty popular but you just never talk, you only raise your hand to answer questions. You don't talk to the other students. You just sit there, you look sad too I me-"
"It's the first day of school." I replied, cutting him off, my cheeks even warmer than before. "I hardly know anyone."
"My friends said you were here last year and that you don't talk." He said looking at me with a twinge of sympathy. "I was looking at you because I'm not sure how someone like you can be so quiet and unpopular"
"Popularity isn't everything. I don't like talking."
"Hm. Well I think that's a lie. I would like to be your friend." He said, putting his hand out to me to shake. Was this how easy it was to make friends, and who did this boy think he was. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I'm not sure why, but I wanted this boy to prove to me he was worthy of my friendship... "Soooo..."
"No. Not yet. I don't become your friend THAT easily. First you have to prove to me that you're worthy of my friendship."
"Worthy?" He asked in puzzlement. "but how do I do that?"
"Figure it out yourself." I said puffing out my chest. I turned from the boy and started walking out of the classroom.
"WAIT!" He said, causing me to turn around. "If I pass this 'test', can I be your boyfriend?" He asked. I stared at him, astonished by his question. I could feel the heat rise to my face again, but I looked away from him eyes and shook my head.
"No," I started. "It's not a test, it's a simple act of proof. And I just met you. Can't we just be friends?" I looked back at the boy as he nodded.
"Right, simple act of proof and just friends. We'll just be friends."