I uploaded this yesterday but I decided to make it longer

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Thanks for Blu2012 who reviewed and for the edit! My brain was definitely out of it when I wrote it.

EDITED: Aug 4

Chapter 1

The New Student

"We have a new student!" Oh boy, you, as a reader, go whether from excitement or exasperation. The line looked much too familiar. Another one of those? Amu or Ikuto the new student arrives with a icicle facade but in the course of time, the wonderful heartwarming love succeed melting it. Amu, of course, has to start off by hating Ikuto in the beginning and Ikuto can not seriously hate her back and not the other way around because if she's the one desperately trying to get Ikuto then...well, she's desperate. Bad example for little girls, you see?

Let's skip a few days. After all the first days aren't very interesting. The students who have been around here for too long bombard with questions, quite eager to know what the outside world is like:

"Have you been to Disney Land when you were in America?"

"You look athletic. Do you play football? Like legit football?"

"Can you use chopsticks? Have you used bowls before?"

Also, the teacher, who is quickly getting tired of the new student like a dog getting tired with their toy, tries to shove all the past work at once without even checking if they actually have all the paper, making wonderful first impressions during the argumentative parent meetings.

Then, by the end of the week, even if the student is in a hip deep quicksand of stress, they're camouflaged in the school. They're no longer the fresh and ripe person that everyone is interested in but just another ordinary carrot added to the vast field.

During a Tuesday, at around 2:15, specifically at English class, sat two very well-known students. A boy and a girl. As table partners smack at the middle of the first row, they took detailed notes and were very polite to each other. In fact, their short conversation were completely of the ordinary:

"Can you pass me that pencil, Tsukiyomi?"

"Okay, Hinamori."

"Thanks." she would say the millionth time with raised eyebrows.

"No problem," he would reply the millionth time without a glance.

No teasing. No swearing. And absolutely no blushing.

Generally this is what teachers who don't want to deal with trouble want. They want the class to be nice and quiet while he or she talks and prefer not to have to deal with those that are loud and swears as stereotypically, they're the ones that stop the poor teachers from going home.

But in this case, it was probably because how ordinary it was that caused the teacher to pause in a middle of a word to occasionally glance at them nervously, slurring while they're at it. It was very obvious that despite the light voices and the polite exchange of words, the table partners consisted of a girl and a boy, trying very hard, blood and sweat, to pretend that they can stand each other. When bell rang, they were same pole magnets that shot in opposite directions as the tension was released.

Speaking of magnets, despite of reacting the same when facing each other, when it came to people, it was very different.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi, as his full name happened to be, was described as perfect in many stories. He was pretty much the dream guy that everyone wanted. He obviously had to attract almost all the girls in the school. Realistically, it wouldn't even be possible but the author, being lazy doesn't consider theses obsessed fangirls as humans. Case closed. While boys, though many hate him, can't help but feel somewhat jealous and admire his natural skill as most need to practice in front of the mirror before turning to face a girl. Fanclub wise he is often compared to Tadase Hotori, who is number 1 in the school when it comes to academics and famous for his bunny cuteness as Ikuto for being sexy. Ikuto wasn't a star athlete as many fangirls fathom to be but his excellent balance and raw speed which most sports needed, was taken with exaggeration. But being the "perfect guy in school" is far of what one would like to expect. It was a heavy almost invisible burden to shoulder, especially when the person themselves know quite well it was very far from the truth.

Amu Hinamori, however was the North pole if everyone was the South. Or vice versa. She'd have many people whisper and look at her with awe but when she turned to give them a curious glance they'd give a small, "eep!" from surprise and run away like pigeons, with their coats flapping behind them. But before you have that sort of familiar pity reserved for fanfic moments like this, believe it or not, it was something that she seriously preferred. Really. The stress of answering questions and dealing with their fascination did not sound ideal.

It so happened that these two populars, Amu Hinamori and Ikuto Tsukiyomi had known each other before their senior year. In fact Ikuto had even confessed to her during the summer before tenth grade, something that can not be imagined by their fans in the current timeline. But as Amu would put it, Ikuto seemed different. He seemed familiar, not just a random guy off the street, making the whole who-the-hell-are-you? go faster. Pehaps a too skeptical teenage-y response?

"Basta! What does the young know about love?" demands an old woman across the street, flapping her peacock feathered hat angrily.

Amu was and still is in a major crush with the all popular Ikuto Tsukiyomi. But once upon a time, just before their two year separation, when Ikuto told her his liking to her, she didn't say anything, or more accurately she couldn't and during those two short years, she was erased from Ikuto's heart and mind with no chance of getting them back.

Her next door neighbor, Kukai Souma was moving and having a garage sale during that summer. Unfortunately for them, absolutely no one bought anything, but yet the shoppers can't be blamed. Everything, and I mean everything, was beat-up. Some visitors misunderstood, thinking that the parents were just selling "hand-me-downs" and walked off angrily, muttering something about pride. The Souma household consisted of 5 rough, sporty boys. By the time each were 4, they were sure to be one of the "Souma boys" by breaking their sixth vase with a baseball bat.

Anyways, Mrs. Hinamori, who was being resourceful, as she had calculated last night of the college tuition that was soon to come, decided to check out their cheap things. She got extra discount for being their neighbor and in twenty minutes flat she set down a large cardboard box in Amu's room.

"The next door neighbor had a garage sale. You can check the general school supplies out, but you better make sure," her mother said shortly and walked away. Rather reluctantly, Amu set aside some of the boxes of pencils, she came upon a notebook buried under them, far from what she had every expected from a notebook.

Pink.

Frilly.

Flying Strawberries.

Her heart skipped a beat. How long has it been since she has even held one of these? She quickly looked around her room. She was "cool n' spicy" at school. She had to love black and red and ignore her inner urges to hug stuffed pandas that her peers occasionally bring .

But right now she was alone. Amu eagerly opened it, only to be warned with highlighters and sparkling purple pens. Very threatening.

DO NOT REED! OR YOU WILL KIL THE CATIPLAR! DO NOT REED!

She looked at the end of the page and saw a blob with a smiley face. Apparently this was a "catiplar". Amu looked at the left, the cover back and just a she expected, she saw a "squished" blob. Amu paused for moment, trying to remember if the Souma household had any girls.

Her mother must've mistaken the notebook for a clean one.

It wasn't hard to realize that this was a diary. Amu understood very well about privacy but the dog-flapped page just egged her on. Let's admit it, children notebooks are quite fun to read. When she finally brought herself to flip the page over, she immediately noticed the handwriting was quite different than the cover, much more messy and curvy. It also had been cut unevenly from some other notebook and pasted hastily on to the page. But she decided to ignore this. Don't fear, the first few entries shall be translated into Modern English..which I'm sure you'd rather read.

Journal,

The boy from my neighborhood is in my summer class too. He sits in front of me. He is cute.

Journal,

I cut a strand of hair from that boy with my scissors. He didn't notice. I put it inside my pillow. I wonder if a wish will come true.

Amu skipped a few pages, only to see "that boy" or "the boy from my neighborhood" pop up frequently. The date became more and more distant.

Journal,

He has great grades in the class. But I want to go to the same school as him. I won't lose

Until finally there was a eight year jump from the last, which thankfully doesn't need any translation.

-To my future self,

I don't know how I will be end up from the surgery. The doctor said that my memories may become blurry and that some may never be retrieved again. The boy still lives in my neighborhood, and goes to the same school. I may have triggered some memories, but the fact that I had came to the last entry, it probably means I have not. Being pathetic, I have not told my feelings. The moment when I/you remember, confess immediately. Ten years have already passed by and if my parent's dream comes true, I'll be moving overseas almost right after. A lot of the things about him is in here.

The name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi

The book slid out of her fingers and dropped to the ground with a thunk. Horror swept through the young reader's body.

End

FIRST STORY! This is probably going to be a multi-chapter story. Tell me ASAP if I made any mistakes. What are your opinions overall? How is my writing? Who do you think the new student is? Please review! This is also kinda important. Would you prefer to read a longer chapter (1500+) or shorter chapters? (800-1400) in the future [this was 1800 btw]?