Disclaimer: I have not now, nor have I ever been the owner of a series as awesome as Negima?! I've begged and pleaded with any and all deities I could think of, but they would not grant me this kindness. This story however, is mine. Enjoy!
Paparazzi Poetry
"Ok, intro? Wait, do poems even have intros?" Ace reporter and blackmailer extraordinaire Asakura Kazumi paused in thought; unable to think of a way to start her latest English assignment. She was charged with the task of writing what many believed to be an outdated form of expressionism observed only by beatniks snapping their fingers at any idiot that thought themselves deep and understanding of the world.
She sighed heavily, twirling her pencil around as she allowed her mind to wander aimlessly about a dozen different topics for articles in the latest issue of the Mahora newspaper; when a brilliant idea shot through her head. Famous writers always write about what they know, and if Kazumi knew anything, it was how class 3-A ticked. A sly grin was plastered over her face as she lowered her pencil to paper…
The weekend passed by slowly for most; except for the vampire, her robot, and the ghost. Everyone else was so concerned and frustrated about their assignment, but most, aside from the Baka Rangers (exempting Yue, for philosophy and poetry fit well together) managed to scribble down something or other about mundane things that happened in their life. Yuna wrote about her dad, the Narutaki twins wrote about some childish prank they pulled, and class rep wrote what was expected of her; her dream of having a romantic evening with a certain ten-year-old boy genius who shall remain nameless (NEGI!).
There were a select few who managed to get their real feelings down on paper. Chisame wrote about the incessant annoyance she felt whenever she was around a living human being and how she was slowly slipping into insanity from having to deal with the constant idiocy of her fellow classmates minds when it came to technology. Konoka wrote about her angel and Setsuna also found a way to express her feelings about Konoka without actually revealing her crush's identity.
Unfortunately for some, none of these poems were read aloud in class; except one. The mischievous red-haired loudmouth who always had everyone hanging on her every word; no matter how ridiculous it sounded.
"All right everyone, now that we've all turned in our poetry assignments, let's turn to page 206 in our-"
"Professor, I wish to read my poem aloud. Do you mind?" Kazumi waved her hand with an extra copy of her poem fluttering from the man-made wind. Negi sighed, knowing how relentless Kazumi was when it came to her announcements, or in this case, her recitations.
"Very well Asakura-san. If you insist."
"Oh, my classmates will definitely flip over this work of art. Check it."
…I bet you can't wait to read the poem! Sorry I had to cut it off there, and yet in a sick, twisted, evil kind of way I'm not sorry at all! The next installment will be within the week. Until then. Peace out.