Author's note!
This is my first ever FanFiction! It's written in a rather, unconventional style. So I ask..
Can you at least give it a shot? I swear, you won't regret it!
(Please post any grievances, corrections, or suggestions in the comments... Enjoy!)
Date: November 14th, 20XX
Time: 7:50 am
Location: Sakurako's Bedroom
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-An obnoxious, muffled noise wakes me from my sleep. It's coming from under my pillow, I think.
I feel something pressed up against the back of my neck, so I instinctively reach and grab it.
It's my phone.
Yep, must've fell asleep watching watching the new Mirakurun anime that Kyouko-Senpai suggested to me. It most likely wedged itself between the back of my neck and my pillow when I was sleeping.
What a pain.
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Damn it, it's way too early for this crap. Why is my cellphone crying? I didn't set no alarms.
"If you don't quit crying, i'll give you something to cry about!"
I chuck my phone across my room, it makes a small dent in the wall on impact.
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Thank god, some peace and quiet... (Hopefully no one notices my wall, though.)
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Whelp, it looks like that plan didn't work.
I give in.
Guess I have to go get up and see what's the matter with my phone.
As I scoop up my phone, I notice that a big ol' phone number is stretched across its screen.
I can't quite remember whose phone number this is supposed to be, although it's on the tip of my tongue.
Wait a second... Someone is selfishly trying to interrupt MY slumber, over a stupid phone call?
How rude!
It's common knowledge that if you need to call someone as important as me, you should schedule it beforehand!
Even though I really don't feel like talking to anyone right now, i'll humor whatever whatever poor soul needs my attention, I am a good person after all.
"This better be important"
I tap the green button on my phone's touch screen to answer the call.
"Hello? Who is this?" I say, successfully resisting the urge to verbally assault whoever's at the other end.
-it's me, Himawari... Don't you have caller ID?-
Of course it's that titty monster! Who else is ill-mannered and inconsiderate enough to disturb someone this early in the morning?
"Why the heck are you calling me, don't you know it's early?! You woke me up!"
-What, it's not "early" at all! First period is about to start and you're nowhere to be found! Are you trying to skip school? Do you actually want to become a delinquent?!-
What? First period? Doesn't that booby monster know that it's Sunday? She must have tits for brains!
"Hahhahaha first period?! It Sunday! We don't have school today, stupid."
-Sakurako, you moron! You thought that it was Sunday yesterday! Hell, it's not even Monday today... it's Wednesday! You better hurry up and get ready, or else you're going to be late to class for the 4th time in a month.-
"What?! You're a liar, it's not Wednesday! It's uhhh..." I mumble while trying to check the date on my phone. "-Wednesday..."
God dammit! I hate that she's always right... She must be a witch or something.
"Why didn't you wake me up, stupid Tiddywari! It's your fault I slept in again! You, and your stupid oversized chest!"
-I was late because I was waiting for you to wake up yesterday! I'm not going to be counted tardy for two days in a row due to your stupidity! ...Just get over here as fast as you can, okay?- *Click*
She hung up on me?! The nerve of that girl, I oughta give her a piece of my mind when I see her!
But, she does have a point, I guess. I should get ready to go to school, If i don't, i'll probably get kicked outta school or something.
Hmm... that doesn't seem half bad now that I think about it.
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But then again, i'd never hear the end of it from Nadeshiko, Hanako, and that Tittymonster...
-Yikes! Guess I'd better get ready.
After throwing all of my clothes on, I walk up to the mirror.
"Sup', beautiful?!"
I make finger-guns at my reflection.
What am I thinking? I ain't got no time to admire myself, I'm late! Better get going...
**SLIP**
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAHHHHHH"
"Stupid manga! You tripped me! What did I ever do to you?! TRAITOR!"
I throw the treacherous book across the room in frustration.
My elbows took the brunt of the impact, my knees are on fire.
Even though I'm in immense pain, I still manage to waddle my way out of room, making it all the way to the living room.
Surprisingly, it's completely quiet. I scan the room for intelligent life, and determine that there's none to be found.
(well, usually there's no intelligent life to be found here anyway, but I digress.)
It's quite peaceful without my idiot sisters here to make their obnoxious ruckus like they usually do.
Lucky for me, I don't have to deal with their stupidity today.
Unlucky for me, no one's here to cook me breakfast.
I know it's late and all, but I really don't feel like going to school on an empty stomach. There's no time to make a 5-star gourmet meal, but I figure that I can at least whip somthin' up. I tear the kitchen up, hoping to find something, anything that I could use to make myself a decent meal. After minute and a half of frantically searching my kitchen for ingredients, I manage to slap together a soggy bologna sandwich.
Nothing special, but it's good enough.
I sit down at my kitchen table, getting ready to take a bite out of the meal that i'd just scavenged.
*Beep*
A noise comes from my phone sitting on the table in front of me, I look down and see that my annoying tiddymonster henchman sent me a text message.
-Hey, where are you? Classes are gonna start in about 10 minutes!-
Damn, i'm later than I thought! No use in sitting down at my table to eat, I have to take it to go.
I pounce out of my chair and dash as fast as possible to the front door.
Just as I'm exiting my house, I look behind me and see that my kitchen looks as if it's been vandalized.
"What a mess... I feel bad for whoever's gonna have to clean that up!"
The air outside is cold, unbelievably cold. Why the heck do we have to go to school when it feels like Antarctica? To top it all off, I forgot to put on any of my winter clothes because I was in too much of a hurry.
The fact that i'm running as fast as I can isn't making my situation any better.
I feel like an idiot right now. An exhausted, cold idiot with a bologna sandwich hanging out of her mouth.
Surely this can't get any worse.
*HOWNK!* *HWONK!*
What was that?
I turn around and see an angry goose, hot on my trail...
Holy cow, it's chasing me?
What the hell does it want?
Usually, a pathetic bird waddling at me as fast as it can would be a hilarious sight to see, but for some reason I feel absolutely terrified.
The creature has a certain blood thirsty look in its eyes...
Holy fucking shit, I'm going to die if I don't start running quicker!
A few moments pass...
*HOWNK!* *HOWNK!*
*HOWNK!* *HOWNK!*
I turn around, and I see that the damn thing is still on my trail.
"Whyeh *chomp*arh *munch* yew angreh?"
I say with my mouthful of sandwich, still running as fast as I can, struggling not to choke to death on my food.
*SSSSSQUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*
It makes the most hideous sound as it lunges for me.
-I attempt to dodge it, but to no avail, instead I hit the ground like a fish.
Instinctively, I curl up in a fetal position.
My head feels as if it's on fire, as I feel my enemy tugging at my hair mercilessly. It's webbed feet dig into me as it yanks on my hair, the back of my neck feels as if it's being pierced by daggers.
Thoughts start going through my mind at light speed, as I see my life flashing before my eyes:
What did I do to deserve to do this?
Why, God?
Am I going to die today?
Shit, It hurts so bad! Ouch!
I am going to die today.
I am going to die today.
I am going to die today.
I am going to die today.
Holy fuck.
I am going to die today...
I am going to die...
On my knees..
like a coward..
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No.
NO!
I ain't no coward
My mamma didn't raise no coward.
I need to rise up, I am NOT going to die in the fetal position.
If i'm gonna die, I'll die fighting for my life, on my feet.
Like a hero.
I do an alligator-style death roll, breaking free of my assailant's vice-grip on my hair.
On my back now, face to face with the grim reaper himself; a bird.
The universe slows down. My pain fades away.
This must be what death is.
I stare into my enemy's eyes. They're as lifeless as a corpse, bloodshot and poking out of it's head.
...Satan, Is that you?
I look down from it's eyes and it's beak catches my attention. His beak is agape, the inside of it is as dark as a tunnel.
I feel as if I am staring into the abyss, and certainly it's staring back into me. It's almost as if it's waiting to swallow me whole.
Continuing my inspection of the creature, I notice that its feathers are a tainted white color... Is that my blood staining its wings?
A shocking realization comes to my mind: I'm not going to die peacefully surrounded by my friends and family...
The last thing i'll ever see on this earth will be that hideous, demonic creature...
How cruel.
Suddenly, time goes back to normal.
A wave of pain shoots throughout my entire body.
My arms and legs have minds of their own, they start flailing as hard as they can. Unwillingly, I strike the bird across its beak.
It gets knocked off my chest, landing somewhere off in the distance.
Certainly, i've made it angry.
I regain control of my body, and without thought, I rise up.
As I stand, I feel like every single muscle in my body is on fire, my bones are glass, my head as heavy as the moon.
Even though my vision is blurry with tears, I can make out the silhouette of my attacker a few yards away.
It lets out an ungodly screech, and lunges at me a second time.
I brace myself for death, clenching my eyes shut as hard as I can.. The sandwich that I somehow managed to keep in my mouth this whole time falls to the floor as I scream at the top of my lungs.
"DO YOUR WORST, YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
A great force hits me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me and making me land flat on my ass.
I sit for a while, motionless. My eyes still are still closed.
Why is nothing happening? Why am I not being eaten alive right now?
Slowly I open my eyes, and realize something...
I'm not dead! Cold, in pain, starving, out of breath, but nonetheless I remain alive.
I look up to see the criminal in the distance, fleeing the scene with a bologna sandwich in its mouth.
Wait a minute... The bastard mauled me... Over a stupid bologna sandwich?!
I'm grateful to be alive and all but, seriously?
Great, now I have nothing to eat.
This is going to be a long walk to school...
"Well, it's gonna to be more of a 'limp' than a walk."
Author's note!
How're y'all doin' today? Good? Bad? I really don't care...
-Just kidding! I hope your day's going excellently.
Anyways, how did y'all like the first chapter? It's my first fic, so I hope i did well. Sorry about the weird writing style... I thought that I should do something different for my first work. I wrote it in first person present tense because it's supposed to give you a deeper connection with the character who's perspective your writing from. And Sakurako is an interesting character indeed! I thought Seeing the thought processes from a *Ahem* ...not-so-smart-person like Sakurako would be quite interesting.
Nevertheless, be sure to rate, and review!
Smell ya later!
-John Brown
(*PS* Don't be worried about Sakurako, she'll be fine! Well... Sakurako's never 'fine', but at least she's not seriously injured.)
Special thanks to fellow author ahsinam33 for encouraging me to write this, and for inspiring me with her works in general. Be sure to read all of her works if you haven't already!
Also, i'd like to thank my good friend Mei for proofreading this and helping me with grammar and other such things.