Disclaimer: I do not, by any stretch of the imagination, own Prince of Tennis.
This Means War
Normal- Adjective- Conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.
I am normal, true to the last letter of the definition. My name is Suzuki Ayame, and I am a third year at Seigaku High. I am an A- student, with the outstanding exceptions of Home Economics, which I pass only by the grace of Kami-sama every year. I'm not extraordinarily popular, but nor am I a social misfit. I have my group of good friends and I stick with them.
I transferred from Chiba to Seigaku before my second year. The next year, the tennis team won the National tournament, and sure, I was as excited as the next person. I mean, my school had just proven that it was the best at something out of the entire country. And considering the total population of Japan is over one hundred twenty-seven million, (though, granted, most of them aren't tennis-playing middle school students . . .) that's pretty impressive.
The difference between me, and most of the female Seigaku students was that I didn't idolize the tennis players forevermore. That was partly because I thought the whole concept of dating was huge waste of time, and secondly because I was acquainted with Kawamura Takashi, which made them seem a little more . . . reachable, I suppose. Most girls viewed them as icons, heroes, people on levels so completely different from them that they could never even come close.
But I knew Taka-san from before tennis, when he took karate. We went to the same dojo, and I knew him and Akutsu. I have trouble keeping my mind on one topic, and I'm usually constantly flitting from hobby to hobby, but karate has always been different. My older brother was picked on when he was younger, and took karate to protect himself. He had a lot of fun with it, and being young and impressionable, as soon as I was old enough, I started taking it myself. Now that I'm 16, I'm a black belt and I do more teaching than learning. My brother has gone on internationally competing, and he comes home every now and again to give me a taste of humble pie, then teach me some of what he's learned in other parts of the world.
Otherwise, I can't stick with anything, which was something Taka and I had in common, though he's gotten better at settling down and sticking to his decisions, and I haven't. I stay with a hobby or a club for a few months, just long enough to pick up the basics, then something else sparks my interest, and off I go. This has given me the skills of a super-mediocre jack of all trades.
Nothing, however, in my life was remotely worth reporting before the middle of the first semester of my third year of high school, in which I declared war on the Seigaku tennis club.
A/N: I know this is kind of a pointless chapter…. It's just for background. I'll start the plot next time, promise, so stick around. I listed this under the Humor genre, but I'm not usually a very funny person so it may end up being more general.