Shadow Diaries
Rewritten 1/13/11: I have changed the time line (slightly). I just got a review from yumcha-girl saying she liked it, and earlier this summer rachie6252 commented saying that she really loved it and wanted to see it continued. This chapter is a dedication for her.
I know it makes no sense that she's a third year, but I wasn't thinking properly when I first wrote this. Let's just pretend her parents sent her to school at the same time as Oishi. (And yes, I have seen this in real life.)
Dedication: Rachie6252: For supporting me and Yumcha-girl: For reminding I do have a story I should update.
August 30th, 2008 10:47 pm
Dear torn diary,
Welcome to the insanity that is my mind.
My friend gave me this to write in. She says I need to sort out my thoughts and feelings and this will help doing that. Actually she mentioned something about an unstable mind and an 'I'll miss you' gift before she ran off. Figures she would give me a wrinkled and torn diary. I do rant to her on many occasions. Ther's no need to waste paper, so I guess I'll be writing in this for some time. I'll start off by telling some facts about my life so far. Just so when I read this in the future I can laugh at myself.
My name is Oishi Rina. I have one brother, a mom, and a dad. I. Hate. Tennis. I hate it with a burning passion! What's so fun about hitting a ball over a net to the other side of a court? I mean seriously. If you want to hit something just take boxing.
I do play a sport. I dance- street dance to be precise. You know, hip hop, break dancing the usual. Dancing isn't a sport you say? Well, it is. There is NO way bowling can be considered a sport, but not dancing.
My brother's name is Shuichiro. Yes you heard me right. His name is Shuichiro Oishi, one of the players for the "Golden Pair". He has a very worrisome personality. I think it's because of me. Every since I was little I would come back home bruised up. The bruises would come from me crashing into a pole to being beat up by bullies, or beating up bullies. The wonders of having a sister. He's vice-captain of the tennis team for Seigaku.
He is also one of the reasons I hate tennis. It's not like I hate aniki or anything, it's just that my parents get too obsessive with his tennis skills. I tried learning tennis from him over the summer... I sucked. When I hit the ball it flew over the fence and hit someone with gray hair and a mole. It was rather amusing.
My parents? Well they don't really care about me much, they don't hate me or anything. They're just indifferent. They're always either on business trips or praising aniki. It used to bother me at first but now I don't really care. Now I can do things I wanna do without worrying that they will yell at me. Like the one time I spray painted the teacher's desk. I came home after I got suspended and my parents just gave me a lecture. They told me not to do it again and be more like my brother. I just rolled my eyes. Good times.
This year I'm going to Hyoutei Academy. I'm going to be in my third year. It's kinda far from home, but I didn't want to go to school with aniki. School starts tomorrow I should go to sleep.
August 31, 2008, 9:32 am
Ok, right now it's the middle of class. I've been here for 12 minutes and I'm already bored. This teacher needs a life. He's telling us how important and wonderful math and science are in our lives... And he's a frickin' HISTORY teacher! This school is messed up. Maybe I should have applied to Saigaku.
Oh something weird happened today. This morning when I walked into the classroom I saw the guy with gray hair and a mole. Apparently he goes to this school. Any ways, when I walked in and he was yelling at someone with purple hair.
Yes, you heard me purple hair. Maybe it's dyed. Who knows.
But what I do know is that people here (even the boys) love their hair. It's to the point that it could be called an obsession.
"ORE-SAMA'S HAIR IS NOT UGLY! IS IT BEAUTIFUL AND LUSCIOUS.!" Atobe yelled at purple hair.
"But, But, it's like you're old! Only old people have gray hair!"
"ORE-SAMA IS NOT OLD!"
"IF YOU'RE NOT OLD WHY IS YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT?"
"..."
And that ladies and gentlemen was the ending of that conversation. So utterly pointless.
By this time I was in the classroom. I chose a random seat next to some guy that was sleeping. At least his hair was a normal color. After the bell rang the teacher came in and started talking. That leaves us where we are right now. Oh no the teacher is telling us to get in a circle... I have to go.
5:17 pm
Stupid teachers. All we did today was learn about the classes we took and we got some homework! What teacher gives homework on the first day? Apparently our English teacher. We have an essay to turn in by tomorrow! It's about what we did over spring break.
I didn't do much. I just slept, ate, watched TV, and danced.
I think eating and sleeping were the highlights of my vacation.
I live a sad life.
But before I get started on the essay I have to say something...
I.
Hate.
Atobe.
Keigo.
You heard me. I hate that arrogant fool... maybe even more than I hate tennis. When our teacher told us to get into a circle in home room he said we have to state two real facts about us and one fake. The class has to find out the fake one.
Here's mine:
1. I dance in my spare time.
2. I love singing.
3. I hate tennis.
Do you know which one is fake? The second one... singing makes my throat hurt. Everyone guessed the 3rd one. When the class found out I hate tennis they went into hysterics. Or, the fangirls did anyways.
All the girls started yelling random things.
"OH MY GOD! Tennis is like the life of this school." (She reminded me a lot of Janice from Friends. Her voice was so high pitched.)
"At least she won't like any of the regulars!"
"Why did she come to this school is she doesn't like tennis?"
Ah fangirls. Can't with them, can't live without them. They provide a lot of amusement when it comes to the guys they like.
And this is where that guy comes in. "Apologize to Ore-sama!"
I, being me, was confused and asked him what I could have possibly done wrong. (It had only been 2 hours since school started. There's no way I could have pissed off someone that quickly- it usually takes about half a day.)
"You are the girl that hit Ore-sama with a tennis ball!"
I just stared at him. "Oh, that. Well it didn't kill you or anything, so I don't see a need to apologize. "
"Ore-sama deserves an apology! You have bruised Ore-sama's face!"
This was getting crazy. Yelling just because of a bruise I gave him accidently?
"Listen here. It's just a bruise and it was an accident. Besides I apologized the day it happened! You son of a nutcrack-"
Brrriiinnng
And that was the end. Stupid bell interrupting my speech.
What's worse is that during lunch a bunch of girls crowded around me. They cornered me bruising Atobe's face. What wimps. They couldn't even punch. Just slaps and an occasional pull of the hair. I've seen worse so I didn't say anything. By the next class period I found out that they were a part of Atobe's fanclub.
HOW DOES THAT ARROGANT MUSTARD HAVE A FANCLUB?
There are some mysteries in this world that will never be solved.
A/N: Hmm. Done.
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