Prince of Tennis doesn't belong to me.

Oh my god. I'm late. Damn! Who the hell is late for their first day at middle school? Especially if your middle school was the famous Seishun Gakuen? I pity myself sometimes…wait. Scratch that. I pity myself all the time.

But that's just what happens when you're born as me. A one very, very dull and boring girl that goes by the name Makenai Kanari. Who is so average the only percentage she knows is 50 percent.

Oh, but I don't have average luck, I have very unusual luck. Very unusual and very rare bad luck. This morning just proves it. Why did the gods decide to curse me with bad luck? Trust me, I have no idea. I didn't do anything to them. Except maybe not believe in them. But then again, I would if they hadn't treated me so badly.

Oh good. It's the gates! WOOT! And the bell hasn't even rung yet! How awesome is that? I'M NOT LATE! Maybe, just maybe, my luck has changed. Maybe this will actually be a normal year and I'll, for once, be a normal person.

Haha. Yeah. And maybe I might somehow become a super hero and save the world from evil, flying, purple, people-eating marshmallows. Totally going to happen.

Damn I'm funny…

Oh shit.

Where am I?

Crap. Not a good sign. Not a good sign. Not a good sign.

Oh how I hate my luck.

I tried pushing my chair in further. No. That's even more uncomfortable. I tried pushing it out. Nope. That's worse. I tried swinging back on it. Oh crap. I almost fell. Of course. I forgot it was me that was doing it. Well, trying it anyways.

Damn.

This is so boring.

Not to mention uncomfortable.

I hate classes. Especially first days because the teachers are always so weird. Honestly. This homeroom teacher's looking at us with a very pedophilic smile and telling us how brave we are for coming to middleschool. Puh-lease! Spare usthe shit and tell us what we're supposed to do next.

Groaning, I slammed my head on the table.

And promptly fell asleep.

That was when a voice next to me said something.

Of course, being me, I didn't hear what they were saying. But they were loud enough that they woke me up.

And being me, I very politely looked at them and muttered a very lady-like

"Huh?"

A boy with black hair and green highlights with huge goldish cat eyes was looking at me with a very bored look on his face.

HA! So I'm not the only one who's very bored.

"I said, you have cat whiskers-"

"What?!" Outraged, I stood up and turned to him. "What have you done to my face, you…you…you…"

Oh my god. I can't even think up a proper insult…Kill me now… PLEASE!

"I haven't done anything to your face…"

"Sure you didn't you…you…you…" Come on….where is my wit when I need it?

"Why would I want to go anywhere near your face?" He's saying all this in a calm tone. Maybe I should calm down too…

Wait.

Did he just insult me?

He did, didn't he?

"Stop acting all calm! You…you…you…" Mental note: write down a list of good insults later so as not to get caught in a situation like this again. Start with… "you evil, flying, purple, people-eating marshmallow!"

Nah. That didn't sound right…

"Oh crap! Did I just say that out loud?" And did he just smirk at me? That bastard...

"Mada mada dane"

Ohh. He did NOT just say that to me.

Ok. This is, of course, a re-write! yay! I thought the other one was shit so...yeah. I hope this is okay. And I would appreciate some reviews. please?

Apple xxx