Chapter One: God damn emo kids...
"Tsuuubieeee~!"
"Oof!" I whined as my brother attacked me in a hug. "Don't call me that!"
It was seven AM; hence why my usually half normal twin brother was acting like this. He is terrible at waking up in the mornings, so had a cup of extremely... strong coffee first thing to wake himself up. And now he's all hyped up on caffeine.
I shook my head as Sora ran through to his room and circuited it once, before yanking his pyjama shirt off and throwing it in my face. I breathed a deep sigh through my nose. Well, at least he was getting dressed.
Dumping his shirt on the floor, I went through to my own room and dressed in the white shirt, hideous red neck bow and grey skirted dungarees that was the girl's uniform for my new school. Somebody tell me the name of the bastard that invented school uniforms, please? I will find him and kill his perverted arse.
Although I suppose he's probably already dead now... sigh.
I quickly ran a brush through my short, spiky, almost luminous purple hair, then put it into high pigtails with cherry red bobbles. I brushed out my fringe so that it didn't cover my eyes- that part was striped horizontally, marking the purple with blue, and contrasting with my smoke grey eyes. I went to my desk and leaned toward the mirror, inserting my red eyebrow piercing then ringing my eyes in black eyeliner and slicking on some lipgloss that was cherry flavoured. In case you haven't noticed, I love cherries.
I ran downstairs and grabbed a bottle of coke and a piece of my Mum's homemade chocolate fudge cake (Heaven!) for breakfast, then slipped on my cherry print converse pumps and slung my Death Note bag on my shoulder. It was a black messenger bag, and had the caption 'EvoLution: it's plain awesome' in large lettering and silhouettes of the various stages of evolution, and then L tacked on the end in his hunched form. (Has anyone seen this picture on DA? It's awesome XD)
I checked the clock. Eight fifteen. Had it really taken me that long to get ready?
I grabbed the car keys from the hook next to the door and smiled, noticing the note our Mum left for us before she went to work. 'Have a good first day at school, Sora, Tsubasa, love Mum xx'
She always did things like this. She was a great Mum, and always made time for us kids, despite having to work her bum off providing for the family and keep the house clean (yeah... Sora and I are pretty lazy, but hey, we're teenagers!). Not to mention that she was one heck of a cook.
"SORA HURRY YOUR ARSE UP OR I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!" I roared, exiting the house and jumping in the our car, a tiny and kind of beat up Toyota. But hey, at least we had a car, and our little Maria was very dear to us. Our Mum bought us it with her savings for our seventeenth birthday. She couldn't afford a car each, but that was okay, because, like I said before, I was happy to have a car at all.
"I'm in! Drive drive drive!" Sora suddenly yelled in my ear, leaping into the car. Form period started at eight thirty. So we were running late. Already. On the first day of term at a new school.
Fuck.
I stomped on the gas pedal and we shot forward, Maria's engine spluttering a little but managing. I pushed our little car to it's limits, but then realised: I had no idea where the hell I was going.
"Fuuuuccckkkk!"
"What, what?!" Sora asked, panicked. I stopped at a red light and threw my hands up.
"I have no idea where the school is!" I exclaimed, and Sora just stared at me.
"You WHAT?!" He yelled, "You don't remember?!"
We made it to the school eventually. It took us longer than it should have done, but with the help of road signs and a crazy old lady (that I swear was wearing a set of false teeth as a clip in her hair!) we got there. Fifteen minutes late, but still.
"Hel...hello?" I panted as I stood in front of the receptionists' glass booth, "We're the new students, the Ukitake twins."
The dark haired lady that sat in reception eyed us unsurely, clearly doubting the relation between my brother and I. I couldn't blame her, with my hair dyed like this we really don't look much alike unless you really stare.
"U-um, right this way." I smirked a little as the lady stood and led us over to a large, stained oak door, with a plaque that read 'Principal Tsunade' on it.
I elbowed Sora, "Huh, a plaque. Would'ja look at that?"
He rolled his eyes at me, and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" a woman's voice called, and I pushed the door open and entered, just catching Sora's mouthed 'behave'. I flicked my fingers at him.
I knew right away that this 'Principal Tsunade' and I weren't going to get along. She eyed my hair and shoes, then clicked her tongue in disapproval, something that I noticed only old people do. There were two boys sat in the room with her, one with a black bowl cut, killer eyebrows, and a preppy but cute look about him, kind of like a loyal dog. The other was a redhead, with a blank teal stare and emotionless bastard vibe. My lip twitched in scorn; I can't stand people like that. (I'm sowwy Gaara! Forgive me! TT^TT)
My gaze drifted back to the principal as she cleared her throat.
"Sora and Tsubasa Ukitake, I presume?" she asked, speaking a question but not really wanting an answer. I think it's called a rhetorical question. Sora, you owe me fifty yen.
"Hm, yes, Tsubasa, the hair and those shoes are going to be a problem. Only hair of a natural colour is allowed here, and plain black shoes are standard." she said, and I scowled, about to tell her exactly where she could shove her 'standard', but Sora cut in.
"I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am, but we're short on money at the moment and those are the only shoes she had that were... suitable." he said tactfully. I forced myself not to roll my eyes.
"Ah, yes, your mother did say something about that... well, no matter, but something does need doing about the hair. And the eyebrow piercing..." she cleared her throat, and I quirked my pierced eyebrow slightly to annoy her, then scowled at Sora as he hit my arm.
"Anyway, these two are Rock Lee and Gaara. They will be your guides on your first week at KHS." the two boys stood up as Tsunade spoke, "Gaara has most of the same classes as you Tsubasa, so he will be showing you around. Sora, Lee will be your guide."
The redhead stood up and stuck his hands in his pockets, shortly followed by a much more energetic dark haired boy. The redhead looked at me expectantly. I sighed. Of course I would get the emo one.
"Come on." he said shortly, leaving the room. I stared after him in shock, before pulling myself together and following, calling an 'I'll see you later' to Sora as I hurried along. Damn, this boy walks fast.
"So... Gaara... d'you like it at this school?" my Mum always tells Sora and I not to judge a book by it's cover, so I shall make a vast attempt to be friendly to Gaara, since I'm stuck with him for the next five days.
"'s'okay." he replied with a shrug, and my eyebrow twitched.
"You're certainly talkative..." I breathed a sigh, sticking my hands in my pockets, just as he was doing. "Do they have a good arts programme?"
"Yeah." my eyebrow twitched again- this was going nowhere. Then, something occured to me.
"Hey, if natural hair colours are mandatory, how come you're allowed red?" I demanded- I wasn't going to dye my hair back if there were other kids with unnatural colours!
"None of your business." Gaara said, and my mouth dropped open a little.
"Rude! Jeesh, if you didn't want to talk about it, you could have just said!" I told him, folding my arms, and not saying another word the whole way to first period French.
I scowled as I thought about it. French (no offense to French people etc). What a stupid language. Why would I need to know French? I'm never going to go there! I'll stick with Japan and Spain, thanks! And... maybe America. Or Australia. Or England! Or Ireland- look, point is, Momma ain't never goin' to France!
"Ugh, why can't we learn Spanish as our language elective in this school?" I complained to Hinata, my seat neighbour, after half an hour of learning the French verb forms.
"W-why Spanish?" Hinata asked, stuttering a little. She was a sweet girl, a little on the shy side, but nice enough, with long dark hair and pretty grey eyes.
"Soy mitad español por la sangre, me crié allí, así que conozco el idioma." she just blinked at me, and I laughed. "I said, 'I'm half Spanish by blood, I grew up there, so I know the language.'."
"Oh!" she blushed, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't understand you."
"Si, si, no es un problema." (Yes, yes, it's not a problem.) I said. Poor Hinata just looked confused, and I couldn't help but laugh.
I brushed some of my hair out of my eyes, stiffening as I felt eyes on my back. I turned in my seat to immediately lock eyes with a black haired guy who had introduced himself in traditional Japanese style with a "Hn. My name's Uchiha Sasuke.". Note my sarcasm.
It seemed that this school had no limits on how many emotionless bastards could be in one class. I could only hope that this Sasuke wouldn't be in any more of my classes.
Lucky for me, he was in almost every class I had, except Music fourth hour and English sixth. So I had six out of eight hours a day with not one, but two emo retards in my classes. Yay me.
I quickly collected my things at the end of the lesson, and stood. I turned to my desk buddy, "Hey, Hinata-chan. What lesson do you have next?"
"I have Business Studies." she said, and I glanced at the timetable that was posted to me a few days ago.
"Aw, I've got Home Ec. Well, guess I'll see you later, Hinata-chan." I grinned, half tempted to speak in Spanish, just to confuse her. But that would be mean. Heh.
I turned around to leave the room, and jumped out of my skin as I almost ran into Gaara. He seemed oblivious to my freaked state, and muttered a "Come on." before walking out. I sighed.
"Ayayaye..." it was gonna be a long day.