Me: Hey guys, this is my first story on this site so I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: Amu has been expelled and has no choice but to attend the same school as her 15 year old sister, Ami; Seiyo Academy. Prior to admission, Amu learns that Seiyo's infamous heartthrob and playboy has used her sister salaciously and proclaims revenge. The only way to avenge her sister is to get said playboy to fall in love with her; problem is, Amu is a dedicated tomboy.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything that looks familiar.
~.::Sweet Revenge?::.
\\.::Prologue::./
[Expulsion]
"My, my, what a surprise."
Sarcasm, figuratively, oozed from the headmaster's words as he stared at the student, lounging comfortably in the seat located in front of his large, oak desk. He sighed as he closed his office door behind him and walked over to said desk. She looked up at him lazily as he leaned against it.
"So," she started boredly, "what seems to be the problem?"
In an instant, the headmaster's expression turned to one of stone; he pursed his lips into a tight line and narrowed his eyes which caused the wrinkles in his forehead to noticeably deepen. This particular student has constantly been a problem since her enrollment and he intended to end it today - one way or another.
"The problem is you," he stated sternly. She scoffed and absentmindedly brushed a lock of her long, rosy colored hair - which she hated with a burning passion of a thousand suns - from her face. She long since gave up trying to persuade her mother into letting her dye it a different color - preferably black - but she outright refuses every time. She agrees, it is unique, but it could have been a different color; orange or even purple.
"Can't say I haven't heard that one before," was her apathetic response. He stared at her incredulously for a split moment, but then he remembered who he was dealing with - Amu Hinamori. She literally - for lack of a better proverb - did not give a rat's ass. The look of disbelief went as it came.
"Miss Hinamori, let me ask you a question," he started, "why did you deem it necessary to set a bag filled with waste matter on fire in the teacher's lounge; surely, you could not possibly find this juvenile act, amusing?"
Amu smirked up at him in amusement and sat upright in her seat.
"What I find even more amusing," she began, her tone akin to that of provocation, "is the fact that you refer to a bag of shit as a bag of waste matter."
The headmaster's cheeks burned, whether it be out of anger or embarrassment - or both - and took up a file from atop his cluttered desk. He opened it and proceeded to read out the information stored within it.
"Setting off globe salutes in the boys' bathroom's toilets," he started, his eyes glancing over at her every few seconds, "filling condoms with rice pudding and throwing them at unsuspecting underclassmen-,"
He was cut off as her laughter echoed through the room at the memory of that faithful Senior Prank Day, a few weeks prior. She sighed as it gradually died down and wiped away imaginary tears.
"Well, Miss Hinamori, I hope you find this as delightful as your past offenses; you're expelled, effective immediately."
Me: Just a small taste of what's to come. Please let me know what you think about it and review.