Title
Half The Sugar, Twice The Spice
Author
cynical.lifeDisclaimer I own nothing. Sora Hamazaki belongs to
Summary
The birds were singing, the sun was shinning and I was downright pissed. All my friends were back home, and here I was going to a boarding school in another country. How could they do this to me?
Ok, I'm re-posting this because of some issues I had with another authoress. I made myself change a detail in the story. I hope you're not too mad at me anymore!
My apologies to BeatenByAnUglyStick. I'm sorry.
/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/
Profile
Name:
Sora Hamasaki
Age
15
Eyes
Bright green
Hair
Black with fiery red tips, styled like Yuna from Final Fantasy
Clothes
Red sleeveless hoody over black tee shirt, baggy black 3/4 jeans with 2 chains hanging down the left side, black wristband on the right arm, stud bracelet on the other. she also has a small silver nose stud.
Personality
She's often sarcastic and can be very stubborn at times. She's usually pretty calm but she's always ready to give a smart comment, very quick-witted. She doesn't really talk to strangers but she is always making jokes when she's with her friends. She has a bit of a problem with authorities. She doesn't care about rules too much and does things her own way. when she's angry, she gets cold distant, somewhat emotionless. She can even make people shiver with her ice-cold glares. If she gets too angry, she can get very violent. She also knows a lot about fist fighting and kickboxing.
/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/
/-.-/
Half The Sugar, Twice The Spice
/-.-/
Prologue
/-.-/
Hi. I am known as many things, such as 'pain in the ass', 'juvenile delinquent' and many more colorful words given to me by my loving classmates when I piss them off. But you can call me Sora Hamasaki, Trouble-Maker Extraordinaire.
Well, being a trouble-maker isn't always that extraordinary, as I have found out. My rare and unappreciated talent threw me in detention and got me suspended one too many times. Now, I've been expelled. Big fat surprise there. My third school expulsion in two years. I told you, it's a rare gift, to go through so many schools in such a limited amount of time. So many schools, so little time.
Those teachers at Riverdale High were too over-rated for my taste anyway. And yes, I know that old school sounds like it's straight out of an Archie comic, and trust me, sometimes I have my doubts. The 'Queen Bitch' was even some stinking rich spoiled brat named Veronica! She's probably the most important reason why I'm glad to be leaving that hellhole. She always made my life as terrible as she possibly could, consequentially she was always my target to try out new pranks. Hey, she asked for it.
So yeah. The Riverdale High board threw me out, so now I'm supposed to go and wait in the hall for my parents to come and pick me up like any other teen would do. Ha, but not any other teen has my parents. My dad is always away on some business trip, but I have some suspicions that he isn't doing any corporate 'business' like he lets on. I mean come ON, who in their right mind is the big cheese of a somewhat large lawyer firm and has to work late hours and only comes back at eleven o'clock, sometimes later? Puh-lease, as if I didn't see the way he and his secretary look at each other. It's discusting.
As for my mother, she has GOT to be blind. It's so friggin obvious, and she's stuck in denial. She spends her time telling me not to invent stories. That was two years ago, so I've stopped trying to tell her. What's the use? The woman takes more time putting on her make-up and making sure she looks absolutely perfect more than anything else. She'll put a clownesque amount of foundation just to go and pick up a few things at the supermarket. God forbid someone realizes that she's actually 54 instead of in her thirties.
You see, my parents and I are complete opposites. They are perfect, I am not. They WANT everything around them to be perfect too, I don't give a damn. They are always smiling and complimenting people, fishing for compliments in return, whereas I say what I think and if you don't like it then up yours. I'm not going to change to fit anyone's mood. And will NOT suck up to someone just because they have more authority than I do. I have a very big problem with authority, actually. I pisses me off to see that some people, mainly teachers and the like, think they can do anything to you just because you're a kid. They try to rule/ruin your life by putting up conforming rules and regulations. As if I'd let them do that to me.
Like I said before, my dad's a lawyer so I know the laws pretty well. I ALSO know ways around them. You see, that's exactly why teachers hate me; I hate rules, but I don't break them, I. . . bend them to my advantage. It's quite fun, actually. The teachers hate what I do, but since I haven't actually broken any rules, they can't punish me for it. It's hilarious.
But my last plan backfired on me. That's what got me expelled, and those evil teachers' faces were sadistic masks of joy when they found out they were done with me. That brings me to where I am now, sitting in the taxi while some guy drives me to Saint Catherine's Academy For Young Ladies. Yeah, ol' Saint Cat's. It's an all girl's boarding school, full of a bunch of snobby-ass rich bitches. Sounds like a blast, doesn't it? Yeah, I didn't think so either.
-/Flashback/-
We all sat around the dinner table for supper. When the plates were cleared, neither of my parents moved. That's strange, usually they both have something important to do and I'm stuck with doing the dishes. Well, it's someone else's turn tonight, I'm gone! I started to head upstairs to my room. My room is actually the attic, I furnished it with anything I wanted to make it more my style, it's actually really cool.
"Please sit down, sweety." Said my mother. Sweety? Ok, what does she want me to do this time?
"Honey, your father and I have-"
What's with all the pet names?
"My name is Sora." I interrupted. I hate it when people call me other things than Sora. I have a name, people!
"Don't talk back to your mother." Snapped my father. "Continue, honey."
"Sweety, this is your third expulsion in two years. Your father and I just don't know where to send you anymore! You've already been through all the schools in our district, so we have decided to send you to Saint Catherine's Academy For Young Ladies."
"So it's a private school this time?" I asked. I have already gone to a private school once. I drove those nuns up the wall. Good times.
"Yes, but this time, it's also an all-girls boarding school."
whoa, wait, hold on a second. It's all girls?
"What do you mean, all-girls?" I asked.
"I mean to say that only girls go to-"
"I know what it means! But why are you sending me to one?"
The man who calls himself my father sighed.
"We just don't know what to do with you anymore."
"THEN HOW COME YOU JUST DIDN'T WARN ME WHEN I WAS STILL AT RIVERDALE IN THE FIRST PLACE?"
"You mean to say that you would have acted better if we'd have warned you?" said my mother.
No shit sherlock.
"Well, D'UH! Of COURSE I would have acted somewhat better if I'd have known you'd rip me away from everything I love and shove into some JAIL CELL WITH RICH SNOBBY BITCHES!"
Before my parents had the time to react, I had stomped out of the kitchen and slammed the door to my room. How could they do this to me?
-/End of Flashback/-
/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/-.-/
Alrighty then, this was an idea that I've had in the back of my head for awhile and finally got my lazy but to type it up. Please tell me what you think! I'll try and update the next chapter if lots of people like it, but if no one does, then I mean what's the use of working on something that no one likes?