Yay, so here it is, my first fanfiction ever. This is more of an introduction chapter and I am working on the next chapters as fast as I can.
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Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You... other than Mr. Mew... jk, I wish.
An unbearably bright ray of light streamed in through the window and forced my eyes to flutter open out of shock. A new day. A new house. A new school. A new life. Yesterday we had moved out to the suburbs of Los Angeles, the name of the town eludes me. But the name isn't important because it doesn't change the fact that I would be attending a new school and having to find new friends that, hopefully, are better than the friends I had back in New York. I was kind of excited to see the type of people that lived in the suburbs as opposed to the loud, boisterous people of large cities. As I pondered these questions I casually looked at the clock and noticed, with remarkable indifference, that I had approximately 30 minutes to be presentable for my first day of school. The full impact of the discovery hit me about twenty seconds later, with only 29 minutes and 40 seconds left.
I was done with five minutes to spare, thanks to my father's foresight in advising me to pick out and ready my clothes yesterday as we finished unpacking. I entered the kitchen to find my sister, Uzuki, sitting at the table eating Cheerios.
"Ugh." She said.
As I poured myself a bowl of the vowel-shaped cereal, Lily finally woke from her daze enough to greet me in her usual fashion.
"What the hell are you doing eating my damn cereal?" She growled at me. (Though I could tell her heart wasn't in it.)
"This isn't even your cereal. Where did you get the idea that this is your cereal, neither of us have ever had our own cereal. You say that EVERY morning and I have to remind you EVERY morning that it is not your cereal!."
"What did you say? I wasn't listening to your teenage-boy-rant-on-property. But if I had been listening, my rebuttal would be the same, a college-student rant on the rules of cereal:
1. If I say it's my cereal, it's my cereal.
2. Shut up.
3. The End."
The morning seemed to be surprisingly the same as before.
In the car with my mother, all was silent except for the monotonous murmur streaming from the speakers that I could not decipher. I pulled my headphones onto my ears and turned the volume way up. I distractedly fingered the zipper of my vest-thing.
"Are you excited?" My mother prompted.
"Huh," I said, pulling the large, sound-blocking headphones off my ears. My eyes lingered over the identical houses streaming by the window then I looked up at her, "Um, sure."
I really kind of was but I didn't want her to be too pleased with herself for the move. I had had a girlfriend and been in a pretty popular underground band before we had moved and I was still a little bitter at her for making me leave that behind. I had only come around to the idea last night as we were unpacking, thinking of how crappy my friends were in the city, but I didn't want her to know that yet.
We soon reached the high school I would be attending and my mother stopped the car in front, and she turned to smile at me. I had already been registered over the phone so instead of entering the school to accompany me to the office for my schedule, I told my mother it was unnecessary and she drove off to get in a few more hours of sleep before she had to go to work.
"Okay, Neku, get ready." I whispered to myself.
The school was bigger than I'd expected, and much newer than the one I had gone to in New York. I stood there, by the curb, just soaking it all in and then I dove in to the fray of surfer boys and valley girls socializing and heading toward their first classes.
I stepped into the room and my eyes first fell upon a girl in a pink hat. Well actually I first noticed the black pig doll sticking out of her backpack but she was a close second. Her hair was a pinkish-red and she was really pretty, with a little girl innocence about her. She twirled her hair as she talked and giggled almost excessively. As I was noticing all of this I stood in the doorway of the classroom. Someone tapped my shoulder and as I turned to look so did everyone else. Standing in front of me was a tall, slender man with black hair and a very hip pair of glasses sitting atop his girlish nose.
"Please take a seat Mr. Sakuraba." He said with a scowl that was slightly upturned on one side, a half-smile, followed by a flirtatious wink.
Was this guy my teacher? Was he flirting with me?
He couldn't be.