"What I'm Not; What I'm Never"
Preface: In Which There is Just Another Beginning
Normal POV (Point of View):
Bright, shining French Rose hair was thrown over the teenagers shoulder carelessly as she stared out the rectangular window with those eyes you could sink in the depths of. Those direful cold, impassive pools Gamboge that complimented her pensive personality perfectly. It was, once again, the first day of school. But she didn't care. It wasn't as if this was anything new. It was just another boring old school in another large, heavily populated city. And they were all the same. They were rich, high priced private academies with uniforms just replica's of others with only the school's colors being the difference. The same rumors wafted around everywhere she went.
The girl was not one to care for the pointless gossip and senseless rumors. After all, moving three times in one year every year could just make you... numb, per say, to all of the new rumors at your high class new school. She used to care... yes, she used to care immensely about what people thought of her. But now, what, exactly, was the point of caring. She didn't know of any point. So she just didn't care.
"Himamori-san, read page 72." The red haired teacher called out perkily. The girl flipped the book open to the right page and kept her icy eyes on her teacher, Easter spy, Yuu Nikaidou.
"It's Hinamori," She said, almost robotically, as she stood, face stoic, and read page 72 in the English novel without a single error. She didn't miss a beat or stutter once- she didn't read too slow or too fast. She simply read as it was suppose to go, duplicating an Americans accent perfectly. Finishing, she took her eat and shut the book, then turned back to the window and stared out of it.
"Ahh! Cool and Spicy!" She ignored her classmates admiration like she did at every school. 'Cool and Spicy.' A title she first received in forth grade, the first time she had ever moved, when she was shy and embarrassed, saying too few of words which was misunderstood for 'playing it cool.' But it didn't matter anymore. Ever since she had worn this attitude. It made everyone fear yet admire her. It made everyone to afraid to approach. It kept everyone at bay... at a distance, for their own safety.
It only took a year after she earned the title 'Cool and Spicy' to perfect it. She never blushed. She never got flustered. She never even rose an eyebrow. Her face was always bored, stoic, emotionless, if you will. The mask she wore was hers and hers alone. It protected her. It protected others. And it was irremovable... by anyone but her younger sister and her four charas. They were her weakness. Her kryptonite. The people that she would give up her lives for. And the people that she put in the most danger. She hated herself for doing it, but she was too close to the five not to. She couldn't help it. And that's what would make her hated more one day... by the five, and herself.
Hinamori Amu. That was her. The 'Cool and Spicy' girl. The sixteen year old petite girl with the Gamboge eyes and the shiny French Rose hair. The girl with no emotion. The girl numb to rumors and gossip. The girl that didn't care what people though of her. The girl that was completely alone except her four Shugo Charas and her younger sister, Ami. And so this is where the story begins. The story in which there is just another beginning to another town in another large, over populated city. The city that would change Hinamori Amu's life forever.