Nervous? No, not me. Let me introduce myself, though. My name is Sesel, Sesel Bonnefois, and I'm sure you're wondering why I was definitely not nervous.
Well, you see, it's because I had just moved to America from Paris and I really liked Paris and I was not very good at English yet and I couldn't talk to my papa about it because he was still sad about Maman and all of my friends were back in France and it cost a lot of money to call them and did I mention I was going to a new school tomorrow?
I know what you're thinking. So what if it's a new school? You'll be fine! There will be people who will understand you when you speak French, and you'll make new friends in no time! Well, yeah, I guess you're right. But I was a teenage girl! It's in that unspoken code that we have to be nervous about these things.
The fact that school started in less than an hour didn't help, either.
That was just another great thing to add: my alarm clock didn't go off, and so I barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth and fix my hair and make some fish and then eat it and make my lunch and get to the maudit school!
Luckily, Papa set out my uniform for me already. It was nice that he didn't forget...well, after putting it on and zooming through all of those other things, I raced down the stairs with thirty minutes to spare.
And there was my papa, waiting for me with my favorite! I call it 'Poisson dans une couverture.' (Fish in a Blanket.) It's just like pigs in a blanket, except instead of sausage, it's fish. It's really tasty! You should try it some time!
"Ah, good morning, Sesel!" exclaimed Papa. I smiled at him. He looked better than he had since we moved here. He shaved (for the most part-he always had some stubble that stuck around no matter what) and he was drinking his coffee and reading the paper. "I made your favorite and packed your lunch already. Why don't you take a seat?" he asked, like the perfect gentleman he was to Maman (And any other woman he saw...)
"Why, thank you." I sat down and immediately dug into the fishy pancakes. Delicious.
After about ten minutes, when I finished the fish, I cleaned off the plate and put it neatly in the dishwasher, along with the glass my orange juice was in. Papa has also finished his coffee, and I put his mug in the dishwasher for him.
"Merci, Sesel," he said with a smile. "Now, shall we go to see your new American school?"
I gulped in spite of myself and nodded. "Oui. Let's go, Papa."
As Papa drove me to school, I saw a lot of other people walking in that direction, too, and all in the uniform. A blonde girl with a taller boy who had spiky hair, a group of black-haired kids who I thought might be Asian, and a trio of tall people with silvery blonde hair are just a few of the groups I saw on the way.
As soon as we arrived at the school, I relaxed a little. The building itself wasn't so big, even with all of the students around it. It was a cheery place, really, with pinkish bricks that even had some ivy starting to grow. Just before I got out of the car, Papa gave me a hug and kissed my head. "Bonne chance, mon cher."
"Th-Thank you, Papa," I stammered, trying to get used to English before I went to the school. He let me go and handed me my backpack and lunchbox. I climbed out of the car and gave him one last wave before running into the school to try to find my first class.
It was thankfully not hard to find; just down the first hall. It turned out that it was band-marching band, actually. Though, since I hadn't been there over the summer, I wondered if I'd even be able to march at all...
Well, it turned out that I was in the pit, and we didn't march anyway. Lucky me~
Since the school was actually pretty small, there were only four other people in the pit with me. There was a brunette girl with a braid and glasses, who looked like she'd rather be somewhere else, and she introduced herself as Nicole. Then there were three others, boys, who hadn't shown up yet, and Nicole told that she doubted they would, at least on time.
The band director was this Chinese guy who said "aru" at the ends of most of his sentences. Why he did that, I'll never know...maybe it's a Chinese thing. But he explained everything to me before class started (I was really early-about fifteen minutes) and told me I could come in any time to practice since I hadn't been at camp. I just agreed with everything he said and went back to the marimba.
When class finally started, the director (who had asked us all to call him Mr. Wang, which made several immature freshmen boys snicker) called up our two drum majors, whose names were Alfred and Arthur. They explained how everything would work now that camp was over and then led everyone out to the football field, leaving Nicole and myself alone.
I noticed her eyebrows furrowing together as she pulled a notebook out of nowhere. She muttered to herself, "Madam President will want to know about this..."
"Know about what?" She jumped. Obviously, she'd forgotten that I was there.
She sighed. "Alfred and Arthur. Did you notice how they kept touching the entire time? That's something Madam President would want to know about. And she's in the orchestra, so it's up to me to notice these things and tell her about them."
"And what is she president of?" I asked hesitantly.
"Our club," answered Nicole simply.
"And what is your club?" I started to get a little annoyed.
"We are called...The Yaoi Club." She paused and looked me over. "But that's all you need to know for now."
"Okay...?" I put my new music up on the music stand. "So, shall we play?"
She nodded. "I doubt those three will be here any time soon. Would you count off?"
"Oui. Un, deux, trois, quatre!"
My next three classes, Biology, History, and Algebra, went just fine. After that, I had lunch, and though I was initially at a loss at where to sit, Nicole appeared out of nowhere and dragged me to her table, where there was a large group of girls with two boys.
There was a blonde with a red headband, the one I'd seen earlier walking to school with the spiky-haired boy, and she introduced herself as Bella Peeters. Then there was a girl with long, silvery hair with a bow, indigo eyes, and high cheekbones, and she called herself Natalia Braginski. The girl next to her, who looked just like her, except with short hair in a headband and much larger...tracts of land...said she was Katya Braginski. After that was a tiny blonde with a blue bow on the side of her head named Lilli, who had been in my History class. There was also an Asian girl with a strange curl and pink flowers in her hair named Mei Wang, with a boy with choppy brown hair named Li Wang, who I guessed was her brother. And maybe they were also related to Mr. Wang, the band director...?
There were only two other people at the table, who were bent over some kind of book and whispering to each other excitedly. "That's Kiku Honda and Madam President, also known as Elisabeta Hèdèrvary," explained Nicole. "They're most likely looking over a budget plan for the year."
At the sound of their names, Kiku and Elisabeta looked up. Kiku blushed when he noticed me there. "I'm sorry I did not introduce myself...my name is Kiku Honda, as Nicole-chan has already told you."
"And I'm Elisabeta!" said Elisabeta. She had long brown hair with orange flowers in it and bottle-green eyes. She grinned at me. "What's your name?"
"S-Sesel...Sesel Bonnefois," I replied. "Uh, Nicole mentioned that you're the president of a club...?" Next to me, Nicole facepalmed as Elisabeta's grin grew wider. In hindsight, it probably would have been better if I hadn't mentioned that.
"You bet your little French accent!" Wait, what? My what? "I'm the official president of the WAW Yaoi Club!" She gave me a sly grin. At the time, I thought that it might not be something to trust. I was right. Too bad I didn't act on that feeling... "Say, you look like a potential yaoi fan! Why don't you come to room 107 after school, and then you can see what our club is all about!"
Looking back, I really should have never agreed.
Okay! So I'd like to welcome you all to"The Yaoi Club", one of my four considered fanfictions. There are three others, which you can find in the poll on my page. (They're called "The Yaoi Club", "Embers", and "On the Hunt".) If you like this, you should probably tell me in a review, or on the poll, or both, or else it will go on hiatus for a very long time while I finish the fic that is actually picked.
On another note, if this one IS picked, I'm going to need three people to come up with boys to be the boys in Sesel's pit. Any takers?
Well, thank you for reading. Like I said, if you liked it, review it! The first fic to get five reviews will be updated first! (If it gets ten, I'll post it AND the second one picked.) That should be a bit of incentive for you (if you liked this, anyway), so review away!