Welcome To The Real World

A/N: Hey, okay, this is going to be a little different… and it might turn out to be a failure as this is the first time we, my friend and I are doing this. Okay, the prologue and the even numbered chapters are written by me, while the odd number chapters are written by my friend. We'll introduce ourselves at the end of this fic. This fic was not meant to turn out this way… but it just did…. Instead of Welcome to the real world, we could substitute this to welcome to the Puteri World… *grins at all the Seremban Putriens there* Most of the characters, except of course the SD guys, are real life people, and those from our school will know them. We'll write exactly about you guys exactly the way we see you guys are, with a little exaggeration here and there…*grins again* well, hope you guys aren't bored with this long A/N…

Prologue

'Ryota, WAKE UP!!!' Ryota jerked out of his sleep. Somebody was banging on his door, and in Ryota's view, trying to break the door down. However, he made no move to call out, like he usually would.

'RYOTA!' the voice was getting more impatient, and the banging was getting more intense.

What the hell was that?... that… that weird dream… However, that 'weird dream' was already slipping out of his grasp.

The door, the gym… what else…?...

'RYOTA!! YOU…'

'Okay, okay, I'm already up,' Ryota called out, getting to his feet while meaningless babbles drone on on the other side of the door.

'Thank God for geniuses who thought of such great creations called doors,' Ryota whispered. At least his mother couldn't get him in here…

'Get moving!' Ryota flicked his eyes to the clock, and knew at once why his mom was getting so irritated. He was like practically half an hour late, which means that she had been trying to wake him up for the past hour.

Well, since I'm already late, there's no point hurrying. He walked towards his bathroom slowly, his mind still on his 'dream'.

* * * * * * * *

'Miyagi Ryota!' Ryota gupled.

Okay, I'm starting to think that it might have been some good if I had hurried a little. Jeez… but then at least I wouldn't have entered class at this exact period and have this exact teacher scold me, or worse, give me a detention!

'Well, well, come on in. Let's have a little chat.'

'Err…'

'IN!" Ryota walked into class, and faced his teacher unflinchingly, something the sensei obviously disliked. Ryota was short, but he was no chicken, and his teacher knew it too.

'Detention for three days,' Ryota sighed, and walked to his seat, without even apologizing to his teacher. His mind was whirling, wondering how on Earth he'd tell his captain that he would be late. Worse, how'd he tell his 'Aya-chan'.

'Downreight rude,' the sensei muttered, while writing on the board.

'What an idiot,' Ryota murmured, still cracking his head, trying to think of a way to not get whacked by the captain of his basketball club.

* * * * * * * *

'Hanagata? HA-NA-GA-TA!' Hanagata jerked.

'Hai?' he asked turning to his seatmate, Kenji Fujima. Fujima was staring at him weirdly. Hanagata just stared right back not at all realizing that Fujima had been calling him for quite a long time before he had actually responded. Something he seldom did.

'Daijoubu ka?' Fujima asked. Hanagata looked at him blankly.

'Did you call me?' Fujima sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. Many girls were passing by the doorway of their class, and Hanagata noticed that some of them had passed by a little too many times for it to be a conincidence, not to mention that some of them had heart-shaped eyes.

'No… actually I was only… never mind,' Fujima said. Hanagata quickly caught hold of him.

'What? I hate it when you do that!' Hanagata fumed… or at least pretended to fume.

'Well, I was just… don't regret that you ask me, okay?' Fujima had a naughty smile on his face, which set warning bells ringing all over Hanagata's head.

*THUD*

Everyone turned to the door. Apparently, some girls had fallen down in a dead faint, and Hanagata, in fact every single person in their class knew why.

'Fujima, stop smiling that idiotic mischievous smile of yours, and maybe you shouldn't tell me,' Hanagata hissed to a Fujima who was obviously not listening… or didn't want to listen.

'I was just going to ask you if you have finished your History project,' Fujima said, his smile plastered to his face, driving girls crazy and Hanagata nearly mad with irritation. There was a pause from Hanagata, then.

'Why now? Why did you have to remind me that now?' Hanagata nearly wailed, sinking his head into his hands, thinking, not about his History project, but about that weird dream.

Yet, no matter how he tried to gather his thoughts, he kept running into a brick wall, with barely any information at all. The only things that would come were a door, the Shoyo gym, and some weird people… and those stupid info didn't conect at all.

'Err… Toru?' Fujima asked timidly, afraid that his 'joke' had gone too far. He was looking at his friend who awas currently silent.

'Toru?'

'Hey! Sensei is here!' Fujima muttered, shaking an immobile Hanagata. Hanagata looked up, his eyes unfocused… and Fujima really strarted to worry about him.

* * * * * * * *

'Sendo! Answer this question!' Sendo who had been busy daydreaming snapped out of it and stared at his Maths teacher who was pointing at a terribly hard Algebra question. At least to him it seemed hard.

Can that actually be solved? Damn!

Sendo stood up slowly, nervously swallowing.

Why did this teacher always pick on him?

'Hi-chan!' Sendo whispered.

'Hiroaki!' Sendo whispered yet again when he realized that his friend was… daydreaming too, something very unusual-unusual that is considering that they were trying to tie to word daydreaming with Koshino, and especially considering that they were in class.

'Sendo!' The teacher was getting impatient, and Sendo knew it.

'Hiroaki Koshino!' There was urgency in his voice now. Urgency layered with a little worry. Koshino suddenly jerked out of his what-ever-it-was, and looked Sendo questioningly.

'Algebra…' Koshino turned his attention to the blackboard blankly.

'Sendo Akira!'

'Uh…' Sendo muttered as he got up and went to the blackboard. After a while, Koshino heard the sensei giving Sendo a detention faintly. However, for some reason, that remark didn't exactly register in his head. He couldn't concentrate on his teacher too. His mind kept wondering over to… to…

the dream…

...something else.

The door… the gym… and… the people…

Koshino shook his head, trying to break all those thoughts that his subconscious kept screaming out to him.

What was wrong with those people anyway? It was as if… I dunno…

Koshino thought hard, but the only image he could come up with was… the funny-looking people. Koshino sighed softly.

Looks like it's going to be a long day, Koshino muttered in his heart as he saw Sendo giving him a murderous glance.

* * * * * * * *

Jin sat up in his bed, breathing a little heavily.

What… what the hell was that?! The moon light streamed though his thin curtains, casting shadows all around his room, unnerving him a little.

*Tang, tang, tang*

Darn, three o'clock, what the hell am I doing awake at this time? Jin's mind went to the source of his waking up, the dream.

The door, and the gym… the… the…

Jin shuddered.

… the people. They looked weird… but, Jin racked his brain, hard. He could feel something coming… it was just dancing tantalizingly out of reach… all of a sudden, he snapped his fingers.

Those funny-looking people had been chasing him, yelling his name that he had no idea how they knew. They said they were great fans of… of… Slam Dunk? Some yelled that Maki-sempai was so cute… and they loved the… the… comic?

'So crappy!' Jin muttered, as he placed his hands on his forehead.

'Aii… whatever it was, it's just a dream, and I need sleep.' Lying back down, he closed his eyes.

Was it though? Was it just a normal dream? Jin snapped his eyes open as some voice from the back of his head countered his last thought.

If it was, why do I feel so different? I feel as if this is important. However, Jin was too sleepy to think anymore, and he was soon drifting off.

They gym… open that door… it's near the gym… open it…

A/N: Okay, how was it? liked it? well, now, I'm going to sort of introduce the kinds of gangs that are in my school… and also the structure of Malaysian schools… well, firstly, we are divided into two Secondary and Primary. Those who are 13-17 are in Secondary… when you're 13, you're in Form 1, 17, in Form 5… at least most of us are…. We wear light blue pinafore on top of a white blouse. Okay… Puteri is an all girls school, and there are the normal kinds of girls here lar… the girls similar to the RU-KA-WA screaming gang(some that goes out with LOTS of guys, some who talks about a LOT of them but never go out with any....) Then there are those who purposely act cool…. Of course lar, got the very studious type… the dominant type and the snobbish type too. Some are Chinese-speaking, some Malay, some Tamil and others English. Our story will revolve around mostly the English speaking girls in Form Four, as we study there…. Err… there would most probably be three girls who would be sort of main characters… two of them are my closest friend, while the other is… well… (don't terasa okay?....) and I think that my friend will say the same. I'll introduce them properly in the next chapter that I'll write, which is Chapter 2.

I seriously hope I didn't bore you guys out, but I did have to explain a little or you all will be LOST… I know the first few chapters are boring, but please bear with us for a while-ne? Thanks a lot!!

Oh, BTW, to those Serembanians Puterians, do review and tell us who you are, and we'll see if we could somehow include you in… and we are NOT dissing anyone here, we are just writing the way we see you guys, so if you feel that we are wrong, please do review or email us k?

Sorry again for the long, long A/N: well, see ya!