Why, hello thar everyone! My name is Mittchi, and I am no stranger to writing fanfics... But that doesn't mean I write good ones. In the past I have attempted to create stories that blow people away. However, I ultimately failed everytime. That was a couple years ago. And now that I have found another anime that I love enough to create fanfics of, I am picking it back up. Hopefully a few years has made the difference. Anyways...
I do not own Shugo Chara! I merely write fan fictions. Shugo Chara! belongs to Peach Pit, so sue me.
Important Note: In this fan fiction, first and last names are presented in the order they would be in Japanese. Thus, first name last and last name first. ex. Amu Hinamori would be Hinamori Amu.
"Seiyo... Academy... huh?" I said, heaving a sigh. Just another school is what I suppose.
"I heard it's a really great school, and they have this five person student council and stuff!" my mom explained with excitement. That's my mom. The ever optimist. Filled with excitement at every new thing.
"How long are we staying here?" I asked in the same monotone voice I'd been using for the entire day.
"We'll see. I do hope we stay a while. It's such a nice area." she said. That's what she always says, 'Such a nice area,'. I can name several places we've been that absolutely suck. But for once, I actually agree with her this time. It is a nice area. It's not eternally noisy like the city, but it doesn't have that lonely silence that seems to accompany living in the countryside.
"Oh, by the way, I got your new uniform," she told me, rummaging around her giant bag. When she finally whipped it out, I nearly choked on the water I was drinking.
"Mom, you got me the girl's uniform-" I started, feeling my cheeks get hot with rage. The last time I wore a skirt was at a public school when I was very young. The resulting gossip was extremely unpleasant.
"Honey, I know you don't like wearing skirts, but you would've actually choked and died if you had seen the boys' uniform." she said to me, putting the uniform aside.
I calmed down. She usually knew what kind of clothes I would wear, and what kind I would not. If she told me I wouldn't wear it, it must be pretty bad. Besides, no one here knows me, so I'd draw less attention just by wearing the girls uniform.
"Okay," I said in a resigned tone. "When do I start?" I asked.
"Tomorrow," she replied simply.
My eyes bugged out. Tomorrow? That soon? I sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. That's my mom. Jumping right into things as soon as possible. I bet if she could she'd send me to school today. But then again, I don't really mind. It gives me something to do, after all.
"Oh, and another thing," she said, turning around to face me. "You'll be walking to school. There's a girl next door to us in the same grade who goes to the same school, so you'll be fine."
And that was that.
The next day I found myself tugging at the ends of my skirt. Apparently this was the longest they made the skirts. Thankfully my mom bought me some shorts to wear under the skirt, so it's not too uncomfortable. But still, skirts should at least go down to the knees.
"Nervous?" my mom asked.
I shook my head. Secretly I was actually pretty excited. Sure, I acted like I didn't really care too much for moving and transferring schools and whatnot, but I still shared my mom's enthusiasm for new places and experiences.
At breakfast I scarfed down some overeasy eggs and buttered toast. Breakfast of the champions I call it. My mom, however, calls poptarts and pudding breakfast of the champions today, as she races out the door to get to work. I exit in a more quiet, sensible way. And then I wait.
Wait for this girl to come out so I can follow her. Am I going to go up to her and say, 'Hey, you need to lead me to school.'? Of course not. I'll just follow her where she goes. And it's pretty early, so she couldn't have left already. Hopefully.
I waited for ten minutes. The sun is climbing in the sky. I'm starting to give up hope when I see movement next door. And then a girl wearing the same uniform (Though quite differently, I must say.) as me walks out of the front door, saying goodbye to her family as she leaves. She starts walking. I start walking. I stare at her. Her skirt is possibly shorter than mine, and she wears matching leggings. She has a red armband around her left arm, her hair is pink and shoulder length, pinned up with what I make out to be a small red x. Her school bag is slung over her shoulder, her other hand jammed in a pocket.
In the middle of my physical analysis of her, I notice something else. Something, very strange. Something that I have only seen glimpses of, and so have brushed it off as a trick of my eyes. But this is no trick, I'm sure. Floating nearby her are four little... fairies... I suppose. But they're not your average fairies. One is a cheerleader, another is a maid, the yellow one looks like a popstar, and the blue one, I suppose, is an artist, considering she has a pencil and a drawing pad.
'Cool,' I thought to myself. I have always loved fantasy. It's been my lifelong dream to have something fantastical happen to me. Considering she has four of them, maybe there'll be some for me.
I rounded the corner, and before my eyes was a rather large campus. Large for an elementary school at least. I smiled. Perhaps I really will like this place. A lot.
At the school, I managed to find the office quite easily. I still had some time to find the class, which I assumed would be relatively easy, so I decided to saunter around. Everyone was either younger than me, or the same age, as I prided myself in being in sixth grade, soon to be seventh, at the end of this term.
Despite the fact that I was obviously new, transferring this late in the year, nobody seemed to notice me. There was no gossip of a new kid, like there is with other people. Nobody even seemed to notice me at all as I wandered around. But that's okay. It's no different from usual.