I just watched Puella Magi Madoka Magika for the first time, and I decided to rewrite the series with a new character added into it! This will, of course, affect the outcome of the 12-episode series.
The episodes are subdivided into parts. I hope everyone enjoys reading from Marissa Mojika's perspective! Don't worry, I don't own Madoka Magika, although Marissa is mine as an OC.
Episode 1
I.
The teacher clears her throat as the class quiets down. "I have a very important issue to discuss today—so eyes front, ears open," she announces.
I carefully brush my fingers along the outside layers of my dirty blonde hair. Its natural curls are elegant spirals today, carefully brushed for my first day of school. I take a breath and loosen my neck, ready to be introduced.
To my surprise, she fixes her stance and demands a student near her answer "The correct way to fry an egg: sunny-side up or down?"
The poor boy stutters "Uh, you can fry it either way, can't you?"
"Precisely!" the teacher exclaims triumphantly. "You can fry it either way; therefore, it should go without saying that you should never judge a woman's beauty by the way she fries her eggs!" She snaps her grey rod in two. "Remember girls: do not associate with men who refuse to eat eggs that have been fried sunny-side down!"
I raise my eyebrows slightly and blink. I give the girl beside me a confused look. Her dull black—almost grey—hair is even longer than mine, and it somehow splits into two outward-curving locks in the bottom half. Her purple eyes are disinterested and angsty. She never speaks to me except when spoken to. I chuckle.
"I wonder if she does that very often" I say to her.
"She does, almost every day" the girl says matter-of-factly. I raise one eyebrow this time.
"Well, then…" I suppose someone told her. A part of me wonders if she already knows someone in this school. "I suppose this will be an interesting class" I speak in my best Japanese. Thankfully, I've always had a knack for learning new languages in a short time. I still can't believe I only had a month's notice, though!
"Well, now that that's out of the way," the teacher abruptly ends her ranting and takes on a sunny-side tone, "let's give a warm welcome to our new students!" she smiles at us, and I give a closed smile back. "Come in Miss Akemi, Miss Mojika. Don't be shy."
The girl shifts her weight, looking away from me. Staring dead ahead, she steps ahead of me through the door as if she's done this a thousand times over. Honestly, she acts like this is such an awful chore, which exasperates me. Hopefully, not everyone in class is so negative.
Miss Akemi strides into the room, and the class murmurs. I follow in a like manner, except I smile at my new classmates and nod to them as I pass. Personally, I care more about being nice to people than looking cool. The two of us reach the front center and face everyone. I hold my bag in front of me with both hands and look the teacher in the eyes while she's still addressing us.
"Why don't you go ahead and tell us a little bit about yourselves?" she inquires.
"I am Homura Akemi. It's nice to meet you." Homura Akemi greets in a monotone, looking extremely bored with the whole procedure, hands down at her sides and face tired. She completes her name on the board, which the teacher was writing at first, and bows to the class. Everyone appears rather stunned, but then they applaud her warmly. Homura moves over so I can take my own turn.
"My name is Marissa Mojika, and I'm glad to be here with you in Japan." Deciding to go with the flow, I write my own name on the whiteboard and bow my head, bending at the waist when I recall my lackluster knowledge about Japanese etiquette. The class starts murmuring yet again, and I catch snippets of people wondering if I'm foreign and where I'm from.
There's an awkward silence, and I wonder what it's about until I see a pink-haired girl with ribbons in her hair blushing and looking very uncomfortable. I look around and find Homura staring the poor girl down. I delicately clear my throat: it's silent and not very effective, but it draws attention enough.
"Shall we take our seats now?" I ask the teacher. My face resembles boredom and elevated disapproval.
"Yes, of course, Miss Mojika. Miss Akemi?" the teacher smiles again, and the day continues until the social hour.