This is an interesting fic I started when I started school.
Have fun! -Emerald Mami
Turning the crowded hallways, Mami finally reached her
locker. If she was lucky,
her locker would open. She was not lucky. Not at all.
Her locker opened, but Cody managed to get to her locker
first. "Hey, baby," he
said, showing off his muscles.
"Isn't your locker over there?" she asked,
flipping her hair so it hit him in the
face.
"No, I think it's here," Cody said.
"Then, you would be mistaken. Not that it's a first
time," she said.
"Ooh, harsh," Sarah said, taking books out of her
locker. She was Mami's
friend, but not a close friend.
Cody left them alone. "I can't help it," Mami
admitted, closing her locker. She
had a gym bag. "All though the semester he's been
bugging me."
"True," Sarah admitted, and they headed off to
Gym.
The class was filled with kids in shorts, but Mami's were
way too short. It
wasn't her fault. Her mom had to sew on some extra material.
Luckily it didn't
show.
There was a new, blonde kid by the name of Zack.
"What a hottie," Sarah murmured.
"Looks like an airhead," Mami replied. That was
her style. She didn't
particuly like cute guys, and found herself drawn to the
unpopular (by everyone)
ones. The gym was empty but for their class.
"My luck," she muttered. But there was a
resemblance that she was not
willing to admit.
Zack had already shown off to the guys what he could do. He
made slam
dunks by the dozen.
The girls were gossiping.
"He's so charming," Erika said, giggling.
"He's hot," Jessica agreed.
"Look at those dunks," another Zack victim said.
Mami was known (by everyone but her) for her ability to make
hoops with
one hand, never miss, and never go out for basketball. She
loved it, but wasn't going
to put up with it.
She pushed the ball into the hoop with her right hand.
"Look at the ego," she replied to the comments.
The girls looked at her.
"Play him one on one," someone suggested.
"Yeah!"
"It'll be fun!"
"I don't-" but Mami was interrupted by the leader
of the preps. Erika began
talking to a boy, and then they began talking to the coach.
Coach blew the whistle.
"One on one," she yelled. She pointed to Zack and
Mami.
"You two."
"But I don't want to compete," Mami explained.
"What's the matter? Afraid?"
With that, the sides began taking bets. Nail polish,
girlfriends, to computer
software.
Would Mami refuse? Who would win?
Mami's eyes hardened. "Bring it on, Airhead," she
said.
Zero at first didn't believe his ears. Airhead! He's show
her Airhead! No
playing fair. He'd use his speed and jumping abilities to
win.
The girl didn't look so tough. A little chubby, but really
tall, as tall as him.
They took positions. He had heard from the boys that she had
never gone out
for basketball. This would be a breeze.
The ball was thrown up. Zero instinctively jumped for the
ball and grabbed it.
Mami, however, anticipated this, and hit the ball to
herself, leaving Zero in a state
of wonder. He began to speed up to her. He was almost there
when she shot.
Miss! He silently pleaded. No good. It sunk like the
Titanic.
Mami was not pleased by this shot. It was stupid, she
thought. Too much rim.
The ball was passed to Zero, who made it up the court.
She was not very athletic, and breathed heavily, but saw the
ball, and let her
instincts go. Get ball. Ball is good. Good to eat. Whoops.
Wrong intinct.
She ran after Zero, unknowing that he was dashing, and
caught up. She stole
the ball without effort and sunk another from mid-court.
The fan grew still. She had never played this well ever.
Sarah put even more
money on Mami.
Zero was fuming. He was not going to let this fat bitch get
the better of him!
Never! He was more powerful than her, by at least 20 times.
Her glasses weren't
even steaming!
Then,why, a small voice asked, is she creaming you?
Mami sunk two more shots. Four to nothing. One more shot to
go. Again,
Mami sunk the shot.
Zero stood in the middle of the crowd. There was a hushed
silence. Mami
never usually won, but never missed. She played a good game
of tetherball. But to
beat a jock? Was it acceptable?
Zero looked at the ball, as the bell rang. If he threw it at
her, would anyone
notice? Who?
He let that ball fly.
Mami spun around, and caught it. "Missed me, Airhead.
Better work on that
temper. Your aim is perfect."
She laughed and threw it back.
She had a soft touch, Zero noticed. She threw the ball with
grace.
And next was Spanish, a language he wanted to learn. Judo
sounded fun as
well.
Mami passed him in the hallway, where X saw her for the
first time. Cool, he
thought, she's tall.
"Kids, this is..." the teacher stopped so the kid
could introduce himself.
"X," he said, taking a seat.
Mami perked up. X? He sat next to her.
She shook off her suspicion.
The teacher described adverbs. Mami stifled a yawn, and
began to doodle. She
drew animie poses, and real life things. She even drew an
exact copy of her teacher.
X was watching her and missed the whole thing.
The teacher passed out worksheets. Mami got them done in
five minutes.
As the teacher was passing by, she noted Mami's english.
"Very good, Mami,"
she said.
The teacher looked at X's paper. "Mami, could you help
X?" she asked,
politely.
X blushed fifteen different shades of red.
"No problem." And so, X learnt the lesson that he
had missed before.
Mami arrived to lunch late. Her friends were sitting
together. Too late for her.
Airhead Zack had shown off again.
She looked at her friends, about six, and they looked at
her, one by one. If
Zack sits there, she mouthed, I will not.
They got up in unison and moved to another table.
"Thanks," she said. "It means a lot to
me."
They started talking about the unfairness of their mothers.
Mami's eyes
glanced towards X. He was sitting with no one.
She wondered about her story, as she ate a piece of fruit.
She suddenly spat
the fruit out. "Oh, shit," she said, her eyes
bulging.
Since Mami wasn't known for her cussing, they stared at her.
She held the apple up. "I just found out that I'm
allergic to these," she
explained.
"You're allergic to apples?"
"Yup."
Her best friend, Whitney, helped her to the nurse. Mami
thanked her and
then went inside. Cody was in the office, too.
She felt her insides moving. She thanked god silently that
she had been given
a strong gag reflex.
The nurse looked at her. "I don't think you're so sick
that you can lay on the
floor," she said.
"I ate something I'm allergic to," Mami explained.
"Cut me some slack," she
murmured before passing out.
Cody helped the nurse lift her up, then as he walked out the
door, he gave a
final glance at his loved before he left. "God, I love
that girl," he said.
When Mami came to, she was still at school, but the Clock
read only an hour
had passed. It was twelve. The nurse looked at her.
"What are you allergic to?" she
asked.
"Apples," Mami admitted.
"Apples?"
"Got a problem?" Mami said, trying to get up. She
was still too weak and
toppled back down.
"Most people aren't allergic to apples."
"I realized that a long time ago."
Mami realized that she was really tired, so she tried to go
back to sleep.
That's when Airhead walked in. "Message from Mr.
Smith," he announced,
then took a long look at Mami.
"Did I wear you out?" he asked, his ego showing
once more.
Mami grinned. "Come over here, Airhead. I want to puke
on you."
Zero's face flushed. The nurse was gone. If he hit her,
would anyone care?He
transmormed his arm into a plasma cannon.
The nurse came in. "Thank you Zack," she said, as
Zero half-tried to turn the
thing back into an arm, half-hiding it from the nurse.
"You're welcome," he said, relieved when his arm
apeared.
The nurse sent him on his way.
Finally, during seventh period, she walked into Home Ec.
"Allergies," she said, then took a seat by X.
"What allergies?" he asked, softly.
"Apples."
"Apples?"
She turned her attention to the teacher, who was,
ironically, telling the class
how to fry apples.
"And then, remember to stir the greese in. No greese,
no fry."
The teacher, whose name was Mrs. Whacked, had frizzy gray
hair on the left
side, all trimmed and nice, and burnt, uneven hair on the
right. The only reason
she had a job was simply because the princpal felt sorry for
her. She was currently
wanted for murder, rumors said, but none had been confirmed.
The kids strached their heads and pleaded sliently that they
didn't have too
much grease. They dumped the apples in the pans.
X and mami were partners. "I guess she is
whacked."
Mami smiled. "And it gets better. She catches on fire
every week." she tapped
her watch. "Seventh period. Friday. She's setting a
record if she's not burnt this
period or next." Mami added, "Do you like
apples?"
"Not really."
"Good." Mami carelessly poured greese all over
them. She turned the oven
on low. "They'll catch fire in a few minutes. Sorry,
but I'm feeling murderous and I
have to take it out on something."
X nodded. He looked around. Sure enough, two kids were
following the
teacher around with a fire extingisher.
"It works," Mami said, grinning. "Let's get
ours."
While Mami got the extinguisher, X watched the apples. They
were turning
brown, black, BOOM!!
They caught on fire. "Very good, you two," Mrs.
Wacked said midlessly.
"They taste-" she picked one up and stratched the
right side of her head. Her hair
caught on fire. The two followers wasted no time with the
extnguisher. One
happened to be Sarah. "Mrs. Wacked? Will you go to the
nurse for me? I have to
puke," she said.
"Of course, dear," Mrs. Wacked said, then left.
Sarah stopped smiling sweetly, then turned away toward Mami.
"CAN SHE
NOT BURN HERSELF????"
Mami returned the question with a small smile. "Nope.
Apperently not.
SARAH!!"
"Yes?" Sarah asked. The six groups of kitchen-worker-students
watched them.
X included.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"SHE IS GOING TO KILL HERSELF!!!! Is THAT so
BAD?!?!"
"No, not particulally," Sarah agreed. "But
she ain't dying while we're all in
here. Everybody understand? We aren't getting wanted for
murder."
"Or not stopping sucide," Mami agreed. She turned
to X. "Welcome to nineth
grade. It'll be the worst of your life."
Sarah watched, then turned around to the class. "Okay,
then! Who brought
the beer this time?"