A/N: Luna: HEY! I'm rewriting the story 'My Oh So Wonderful Life' for the person I read my first fanfiction from! It's so exciting! The original author is forgottenforever. She doesn't have the story up anymore and that is why I am continuing it for her. She sent me her chapters so I'm going to give you this lovely story!

Karin: Hurry the hell up! JK you know I love you!

Luna: ...Just do the disclaimer...

Karin: LUNAAKLIPCE143 does not own Kamichama Karin!

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My Oh-So-Wonderful Life Chapter 1: Life Seems Evil Right Now

~Karin's POV~

Great. Just freaking wonderful. My name is Hanazono Karin. But please. Just call me Karin. I'm 13 years old, and this is my 4 week at high school as a freshman. Honestly my school sucks. The people there suck, the food sucks, and the teachers suck. I want to get out of my school but no, either life hates me or my parents do. (I think it's both.)

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

"Well ex-CUSE me for trying to get to my locker you b****!" I say right back to him. Whoever 'he' was. He's gone now. Yeah I'm in school right now. Well I'm at my locker trying to get my books for 4th period. I have the crappiest hall way for a locker since EVERYONE goes through there just to get to their other classes. I have no clue why they don't go another way. I need to bring a bat one of these days. It's Wednesday, and that means everyone is sluggish. Not to mention it's super hot here. I go to school in the San Fernando Valley so in the summer it's freakin murderous out here. If this is mid-July, I don't even want to know about July. What you seriously thought I live here too? With all these rich b*tches and bastards? Hell no. I live in Los Angeles. The REAL Los Angeles. Near the ghetto actually which probably explains where I got my language, and other sh**. Shyt! (You pronounce it like SHITE) Yea I don't say sh**. I'm trying to see how long I can go without saying sh**. So far it's been…. 5 seconds. I hate you. I really do. Nah I'm just playing. Who else would I have to tell my wonderful, amazing, fabulous stories?

Damn it. I only have 1 minute until class starts! I didn't care how I got through, as long as I made it to my class, I would be all right. 30 seconds left. The stairs! Climbing up 3 at a time, I thank God for my long legs. 10 seconds and I'm less than 10 feet from the door to my class. 3. 5 more steps! 2. 3 more steps! 1. Success! I'm at the door! All I have to do is open it and I'm sa-

BAM! RRRRIIINNNGGG!

"Ohh… My head!" I moaned holding my head in my hands. Did I make it…? Am I finally in my English class? I look up and…. Nope. I was on my a** and the door was 3 inches from me.

"Damn it! That… really hurt…" I said still holding my head in my hands. I looked up to see who the hell opened the door and it was my dream guy!

*cough*I'm lying*cough*

Did you seriously think that it was my dream guy? Wow. Well you have to learn something about me. I'm uber sarcastic. Yea uber's a word. Bite me. Anyway! I look up to see my worst nightmare.

"Great. Nice job loner. Way to ruin the teacher's papers." I heard him say.

"A**." I mutter under my breath.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk. You should know better than that Hanazono. I should report you but as class president, I believe in second chances. Although, that was more than two you know." He sneered at me. Stupid bastard thinks he's the sh**. This 'he' person is Kujyou Kazune. But please, call him a**. He looks like Justin Beiber (insert puke here) but instead of dark brown eyes, he has blue eyes. 'OMG. Like he's totally sexy… OMG HE'S LOOKING AT ME!' THAT my friends, is what I have heard people saying about a**. And I know the people who think about him THAT way. Yeah THAT way. Still don't get it? Take away the 'y' from sexy. Got it now?

"MISS HANAZONO! DETENTION FOR KNOCKING DOWN THE CLASS REPRESENTATIVE!" Sensei Shrilly said. The reason why I call her 'Shrilly' is because she screams most of the time and since I have better hearing than most people, it gives me a headache. She knows it and uses it to her advantage. Honestly she needs to shut up. I should call her the fire siren. I got up, dusted myself off, and picked up my books. I walked by the 'class rep' who stuck his foot out and made me face plant! I felt my books fly out of my hands and into the face of Sensei Shrilly, who "un" fortunately was standing in my way. The weight of the English book knocked her down and into another kid who walked in late. The poor kid thought he was in trouble. My school gets a lot of Asian transfer students. I stopped giving the cement (or was it the carpet?) a hug and looked into the oh-so-terrifying face of Sensei Shrilly who had picked up my books and looked very angrily at me. Oh I'm so scared. I believe my brain and vocal chords were not in sync that day because that 'Oh I'm so scared' thought actually flew out of my mouth.

My English teacher is black and no offense to black people, she was glowing red like some hot metal out from a furnace or something. Can someone say Toro Toro and Olay? She freaking screeched in my ear (most likely making me bleed) and dropped my books on my head making me yelp like a little Chihuahua. I'm definitely going to hear about that later today.

"Sorry…" I mutter to her. I hear someone snickering behind me and I would have to be the world's newest Einstein to know who it was. You idiots it was the a**! I sit at the back this time hoping she wouldn't notice me but woe is me today is the day when all the popular people sat at the back and I was stuck in the middle. OH WOE IS ME! Ok enough with drama. I put on my black sweatshirt and underneath, I put in my earphones. I pick a random song from my Zune. Yeah I have a Zune. You got a problem with that? I just happen to think that a Zune is better than an iPod. I mean look at the iPod's name! The 'p' in iPod is the only thing capitalized. Oh yes it's so cool and awesome you know? NO DAMMIT IT'S NOT.

If I could write you a song to make you fall in love,

I would already have you up under my arm,

I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this,

but you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me.

See? This is why I love my Zune. It picks some random song that I love at the moment (I also believe my Zune can read my mind) and it plays it so I immediately cheer up!

You got designer shades just to hide your face

and you wear 'em around like you're cooler than me

cause you never say "hey" or "remember my name"

and it's probably cause you think you're cooler than me.

I see a girl (Too tired to remember her name and she's in all my classes) sit right in front of me and waves at me like she and I have been best friends. Hah. She wishes. I stare at her and she stares at me and starts to look away. Surprisingly, I have the ability to stare people down when I want to. I only nod and look down at my homework. (When did I take it out?). Later (same class) The song I loved was long gone and so was I. I was no where in the class room. My soul at least. 10. Finally! I put all my books away and just sit there watching everyone else pack their stuff away. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1- "MISS HANAZONO! WHY ARE YOU ALREADY PACKED UP!"

RRRRIIINNNGGG!

I take out my phone and look at the messages I received. 15 New Text Messages. Holy shyt man! As I open the first one my phone is immediately snatched away by the Sensei Shrilly.

"CONFISCATED!" I stare as she stores it in her desk and walks away. She drags me out the classroom and locks the door. Sigh. I'm totally not in the mood for waking up at 12:00 am and getting into the school just to steal my phone back like a ninja. Yeah totally not the first time I've done it. The teacher's here just love picking on me. They just deemed me as the girl who you can pick on and I won't ever say shyt. Sigh. I can't wait for bed.

A/N: Luna: This is her original chapter with only slight changes! If you've read this before you might or might not notice them

Karin: R&R or I'll steal your phone!

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