Ugh... Why is the first chapter always the hardest? Well it might be as hard as the second chapter but I'm not there yet so I will be wallow in ignorant bliss. Also don't try to get me down with mean words. I write for me and only me. Oh, and for my cat.

Sucks To Be Me

In a little town full of unremarkable people lived people. From this town came one beautiful girl, the only remarkable person around. She was so beautiful that she got a job as a model and lived happily ever after with her actor husband and three wonderful kids.

The End

A story by Riku Satou

I gave a hardy laugh and flung my homework off my bed and onto the blue carpeted floor. It wasn't that I liked making up dumb stories, it was just that when my teacher gave me something so boring for homework I just had to test his limits. So far I have gotten away with a two sentence description of the book we were reading in class, "Green Eggs and Ham"; a toy mouse for my show and tell; comparing the speed of a turtle and a snail for my science project; and using the class room as an art project. Even after all of my devious plots I had straight A's and the highest grade in the class. Oh yeah, and I'm a freshmen in high school.

Bored out of my mind, I couldn't help but feel my normal longing. 'Someday I want to get out of this dumb hellish town.'

The schools were filled to the brim with stupid people and it was counted an accomplishment if someone learned their multiplication tables before high school. The houses looked exactly the same on every street so you swore you had been down the same street before, it was even hard to find your own house. The teens of town were mostly a mix of preps, players, and athletes. Oh and to top it all of I was going to be stuck here until I got my own house. Groaning as the thoughts rushed over me, I grabbed my pillow and muffled my frustrated scream with it.

'Wonder if you could die of frustration.' My thoughts were interrupted by an annoying yell. "Riku! Are you just going to sit on your bed and do nothing?!? Come down stairs, I have a surprise for you!" My mom's voice was loud enough so that if I was miles away I could hear her. I made it a point never to tell her that to her face because I knew how it would end. Shivering slightly at the memory of my normal surprises of frilly pink dresses I walked out of my room, closing the door so that if my brother snuck in he couldn't use the excuse that it had been open, and started down the stairs to what I could guessed would be pure trouble.

Reaching the kitchen, my mom's normal work place, I sat on a stool in front of an island table and watched my mom work. She walked back and forth, opening up the oven one minute and stirring something the next. She obviously didn't know that I was down yet so I just waited and watched. Mom always had an obsession with cooking so last year she transformed the kitchen into the base for her bakery. The walls were filled with cookware and the room had the strong sent of sugar from all the cakes mom had cooked already. The room was a bright pink that hurt my head every time I came in, representing my mom perfectly.

The happy bright blond in front of me turned toward me and squeaked at the sight of me. I smirked as I figured what I looked like to her baby blue eyes. Blond hair like hers, dark blue eyes, slim big topped figure just like her only a little taller, the only big difference was that while she was light and bright I was dark and sort of depressing. My black shirt was the same as the rest that were hanging up in my closet and my uniform blue jeans never reached above my socks. My mom was wearing her favorite pink shirt and a matching red skirt that could just barely pass as modest. Yuck.

"Well hello Riku, would you like pancakes?" My mom asked while walking back over to the stove top to stir something that smelled distinctly like sugary fruit. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of overly sweet cookies as she took the cookie sheet out of the oven and placed it on the counter and began scooping the purple sugar cookies onto the cookie rack to cool.

"Mom, how many times must I tell you that I don't like pancakes?" Before she could ask me if I wanted waffles instead I got up from my seat and walked to the wall of cookware. I took a frying pan off the wall and set it on the stove next to the fruity junk. I continued on to grab two eggs from the fridge and broke them both in the pan. I took a whisk from the drawer and mixed my eggs in the pan. Walking back to the fridge, I grabbed the cheddar and the leftover bacon from my breakfast the day before. I set them down on the counter next to the oven and went to find the cheese grader.

"You know I could just make you breakfast, you don't have to do it." My mom told me this everyday so I just rolled my eyes and went for my usual response.

"If I let you make it you might sneak some sugar into it like last time." I never ate my mom's cooking because she always put sugar in everything. It would be okay sometimes if I liked sugar. 'I guess it's sort of funny if you think about it. Satou translates to sugar in English, so I'm a walking irony.'

"I don't put sugar in everything! It's not my fault that I mistook the brown sugar for ketchup." I rolled my eyes again at her indignant tone of voice.

"And what color is ketchup?" I asked my mom, who I knew had never put ketchup on anything. I have to buy my own ketchup because she wouldn't touch the stuff.

"……………Green?" She said it more of a question then an answer. I shook my head. "Purple?" I continued shaking my head. "Orange?" Shake. "Pink?" Shake. "Yellow?" Shake. "Red?" I nodded my head. 'Thank goodness, I was starting to get light headed.'

I went back to my omelet and spread the shredded cheese on it. I walked over to the cupboard and took out the only plate that wasn't pink. I set my blue plate next to the oven and moved my omelet onto it and buried it in cheese. I threw away the empty bag that use to hold the bacon and got the salt out from under the sink. My mom put it there because she always gets it mixed up with sugar and ends up with salty cakes and cookies. I sat down at the island table and started eating.

"Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you about the surprise I got you!" She walked over to me and lifted my chin until my eyes met hers evenly. "I signed you up for a boarding school!" She smiled at me and I could feel my expression go into dumb shock.

"You….wha?"

"You always say that you wanted to get out of this town so I found the way for you to do that. There is one little tiny thing that you might not like about it."

I was still in shock but I could tell she didn't want to tell me one little tiny thing. I shook myself out of the shock and looked her hard in the eyes.

"And what would that be?" I asked knowing it would be bad.

She took a deep breath and I had to stop myself before I laughed at her. It seemed like this was hard for her. I waited patiently for my doom or hers depending on the answer.

"It's an all boy school."

Thank you for reading the first chapter. I would like to say sorry about how short all my first chapters are but the later ones will be longer...maybe.

I would also like to thank all those who support me and also my first reader (can't tell you her name cause she doesn't have a fanfiction account).

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