AN: Hey, y'all! I have a surprise for you! A NEW STORY! So, while I'm being lazy and refusing to post the first chapter for my Ginger and Mem story, I was looking through other animes. Then, after finishing the wonderful series BAKA AND TEST, I was all like, "TO THE COMPUTER!" and thus, the idea for this story was born! It literally took ten seconds of planning, three bottles of gatorade, and a bag of sour cream and onion chips to make. Oh, and just so you know, not even Memory knows about this one yet. She's off at some military conditioning camp, and judging by the fact that she hasn't answered a SINGLE ONE OF MY TEXTS, she's probably not allowed to use her phone.

So, crazy story here. The second I finished Baka and Test, I made up my mind to fanfiction about it. But, just my luck, my account on the family computer has a password that only my mom and dad know. So I have to have their permission whenever I want to use it, so that when studying I don't get distracted and spend hours on YouTube or Memecenter. But, since my school lets out TOMORROW (yay!) I convinced my parents to change the password to a certain anime reference. BUT, only if I took a shower. So I ran upstairs, turned on the faucet, sang my guts out, hopped out, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back downstairs, where my parents were sitting on the porch and talking. I slipped twice, since my feet were still wet, though. The conversation went like this:

Mom: Why aren't you wearing any clothes?

Me: PASSWORD! NOW!

Dad: You took a shower?

Me: No, dad, I just like wearing a towel on my head.

Dad: Well, I'm going to finish my wine and then I'll go up and change the password.

Me: NO! YOU DO IT NAO!

Mom: We would, but frankly I don't trust you on the internet.

Me: *does a sooper sexy twerk (not really, I just shoved my but in the direction of the street)* WOOP! WOOP! WOOP!

Mom: What are you doing?

Me: I'm embarrassing you guys so you'll tell me the password.

Dad: Like I said, just let me finish this glass. It's halfway empty, so just enough time for you to run upstairs and get some clothes on.

Me: I'll go dance in the street, then! But I'm not goin' in 'till you tell me the password!

Mom: Go ahead, we're watching.

Me: *runs through yard and over to street WHILE IT WAS RAINING* WOOP! WOOP! WOO-WOOP! WOOOOP! *starts carmelldansen and doing the bernie*

Me: HEY, WORLD! I'M HALF NEKKID! *runs back up to porch*

Mom: Oh, is that Grason? (Grason is a kid that lives on my street, goes to my school, and is in my homeroom)

Dad: No, I think it's Kane! (Kane is a guy that I barely know, but have embarrassed myself in front of many times)

Me: That's not funny.

Mom: Well, I'm still not changing the password.

Me: RAGE! *runs inside to go change*

Then my dad didn't change it until it was time for beddie-bye, so now here I am at 12:25 am typing this up. So, I hope you like it! I humiliated the fudge out of myself for it!

Chapter 1: BAKA!

"Idiots! All of you!" She screamed. Her hair dripped with water, as well as her clothes. She wiped her face with the back of her wrist and spat.

"That's what you get for being such a smartass!" The boy yelled back. Him and his friends laughed and ran away, leaving the girl to curl up into a ball and cry.

No! Stop! You need to focus on this test!

I scribble down the first answer. I can't afford to have my mind elsewhere, I need to keep my head on straight.

My name's Cherami Nagato. Age fourteen, four foot five inches. And here I am, taking the entrance exam for Fumizuki Academy, the school of my dreams. I know I can pass this test, I know everything there is to know. I fact, I'm quite possibly the smartest person in this very room. And yes, there is a teacher in it.

Most people refer to me as 'cocky,' 'ignorant,' or 'self-conceited.' On the contrary, I find myself a realist. Why tell yourself you're not smart when you are? I only speak the truth. IF I wasn't the smartest person in the room, then I would know so.

Class A. That's what I'll be entering in a matter of days. The soft, comfortable recliners seem to be calling my name.

Taika reform? Piece of cake.

Taika alive, 645.

I write down the number '645' and move on to the next question.

As I finish up the exam, I stand and straighten up my papers. I stride confidently to the front of the room and place the stack of papers on the teacher's desk. I feel the eyes of every person in the room staring at me, wondering how I finished so fast. I turn, give a small, smirk, and sashay out the door.

I totally nailed it.

"WHAT?!" I screech, my mouth hanging wide open. I feel a hand pat my back.

"Ooh, looks like you're not as smart as you think you are, Cherami!" A disgustingly familiar voice laughs. I frown and turn quickly, slapping his hand away.

"What would you know, Aizawa-san? You're just an idiot! At least I knew the answers!" I retort. He laughs, his green eyes mocking me.

"Even I got a higher score than you!" He says. I clench my fists at my sides to keep from strangling him.

"It was a simple mistake! I just... I just..." I trail off. He smirks at me. "You just what?"

"I forgot to write my name, that's all!" I say, repeating the information given to me by the teacher giving the test.

"Ha! You really are stupid! You forgot to write your name?" He laughs. I grumble and turn away, stomping in the direction of home. How could this possibly happen? I should be in Class A!

Not Class F!

AN: Alright, Ima go to bed now... enjoy! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Read and review, plzz! Byee!

-TRG