Fairytale
By: BulgarianHorntail
A/N: Oh my, I had WAY too much fun writing this. Please, read and review. Tell me what you think!
By the way, I like her name just A LITTLE too much :)
"Tell me, Ayane-chan, did you truly believe I hated you?"
"But… You always glared at me and bullied me…"
"I love you, Ayane. I'm sorry."
"Oh, Ken. It's okay. I love you, too!"
I sighed, turning off the TV, knowing full and well that my favorite soap opera is coming to an end. "KANON!" I heard my mom shout from the stairs from below, "You have a guest!"
It's probably just Genichirou, again. He's always here, because his parents and my mother are pretty much best friends. I didn't know such strict people could grow to adore a weirdo like my mother.
My name is Konan Shimizu, and I go to Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku. It's a nice place, full of some real characters. Most of the girls were completely loud and a little annoying; Lovable, but annoying. All, that is, except me. I'm a little manlier than most of the girls. I don't have broad shoulders, awkward hair issues, or a deep voice; I'm a teenage girl, not a body builder.
I've always been a little too into the male culture. The girl culture is so simple-minded (Do you make-up and nails, find a boyfriend, obsess over hot boys, and be afraid of every moving thing that comes within ten meters of you). Boys, however, are active and have a million times more fun than any pillow-fight filled sleepover.
One thing I'd NEVER get caught doing is watching one of those cheesy soap operas! They're so…. UGH!
… Okay, that's a lie. BUT HUSH ABOUT IT!
I walked downstairs, looking down at Gen-kun and Haru-kun (his older brother), who were removing their hat and jacket. "Come on, Gen-kun, Haru-kun. We can go talk in my room."
"No, Kanon-chan. There's something I want to discuss with you three," my mother interjected, motioning us into the living room. I sighed, taking a seat between Gen and Haru on the couch. My mom and his parents had a seat on the couch opposite of us.
"Now, Haru, you have absolutely no say in this, got it?" Mrs. Sanada pointed her finger at the headstrong boy (The complete opposite of Gen-kun). He scoffed, but nodded his head nonetheless.
"Well, you see, I got a new job in the great city of Tokyo! For the great Hyoutei Gakuen! Oh, Kanon! I just know you'll love it. They're sending you to the school on scholarship for your sportsmanship and you'll live right by the school, so no annoying walks to school or bus rides!"
My mom treated this as though I wanted to do this. I happen to know, however, that Hyoutei is a school full of rich snobs and annoying, arrogant men. She has no idea how different we are. Regardless, it's a huge step for my mom. She'll finally have a decent wage as a teacher, and get to show some students a reason to wake up in the morning. She's a wonderful teacher, and a beautiful woman. She's just a bit wacky.
(Next Day)
"Kanon, are you ready for your first day at Hyoutei?" My mom asked, getting ready for her first day of teaching.
"Yes, ma'am," I responded from my room, tugging my skirt down. They're just TOO SHORT!
Regardless, I grabbed my bag and looked in the mirror. My reddish-brown hair was pulled into a bun, with long bangs on either side of my childish face. That's one thing I could never escape; chubby cheeks. It made me look like a total kid. Not to mention, I'm short and a little pudgy. No matter how much I exercised, I always had this baby fat. I'm not fat; or chubby, for that matter. But I'm not skinny, either. I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm not fat, or chubby, but I'm not exactly thin either. My mom calls it lady lumps and 'a lil extra'.
Slipping on the black shoes by my doorway, I stepped outside and walked over to the gates of Hyoutei Gakuen. Big isn't enough to describe this 'school'. You couldn't escape the massive courtyard as you walked through, with cherry blossom trees lined up, side-by-side on either side of the walkway. And, the front door? Let's just say, if the giant from that bean stock story came to Hyoutei, he would be amazed. It was worse as I walked inside. Left and right, there were epic paintings and massive stairways. Everything coated blue or white, with the Hyoutei crest hanging down on a blue clothe dead and center above of the main hallway… Perfect.
As if this fairytale wasn't wacky enough, there are beautiful people roaming the halls nonchalantly. It's like this huge swarm of perfection just picked me up and swallowed me whole. I knew some good-looking kids went here, but my lord… They're GORGEOUS.
I stumbled my way to the office, passing beautiful art lined up against the wall (probably "Just 'cause"). Quickly, I got my schedule, and then awkwardly shuffled all the way around the school. It's so confusing! I can't find anything, at all!
"Looking for something?" I heard a weary voice call from behind me. I turned around to see a lazy looking boy. His ginger hair curled around his head as his back sort of slouched. He had a tennis bag slung around his shoulder.
"I need to find my homeroom," I scratched the back of my head.
He looked over at the paper in my hand. Stumbling a bit, he waves me over as he walked. I followed quickly.
"Here it is," He smiled, waving at me.
"Oh, thank you!" I bowed, with a smile. "I'm Shimizu, Kanon, by the way."
"Akutagawa Jirou," He smiled back at me and walked away. I watched him walk away, then turned around and took my seat.
Just then, I heard it; the squeal of the familiar, girlish voices coming closer from the hallway. A boy entered the room, elegance and vain-like pride flowing throughout his presence. His silver hair and dark, piercing eyes were enough to make me think that a Ken doll had come to life to take over Hyoutei Gakuen. That was pretty much enough to make me look away and back off. There's no way that I'm going to show him the slightest interest. I hate boys like him.
He seemed to have skimmed over my sight, unaware of the new student in the room, and then took a seat. Girls continued to kiss his feet as he crossed his legs and got ready for a new day.
With this, I buckled down and looked out the window, getting ready for a long year.