Prologues, Bad Mornings, and Mix-ups!


Beep Beep Beep

The annoying sound of the alarm clock slowly woke me. Opening my eyes a bit, I let out a groan in irritation. I could've wished for another five minutes, in fact all eternity if I could, to drown myself in sleep once more. The irritating beeps were seriously getting to my head, as if taunting me to wake up. Plus, it was Monday morning and everybody hates that day. I'm living the experience here.

' I will never get used to that hellspawn alarm clock.' My mind thought drearily. My hand came groggily out of my covers to reach and push the off button. After a couple of tries, of moving and touching it, it turned off. Silence filled the room, utter bliss to my ears.

Hoisting myself up, I grabbed the metal clock with my one hand and put myself into a sitting position. Remind me to unplug it and throw it into the oven, so it can burn like the trash it is.

It wasn't the only thing keeping me down this morning. My whole body ached with pain, muscles sore from last night's events. Each move I made, caused me to cringe and stiffen up. This was going to be a rough day.

My eyes slowly drifted away from my clock to the window on my right. The window pane let rays of morning sunlight drift into my room, highlighting every dust particle flowing in the air. Next to it, countless boxes were littered across my room, all opened or closed, either stacked or thrown about. My room looked like a hurricane of boxes just went through, but oddly making a pathway to my door and bathroom.

My family and me just moved into this house last night, not caring how tired and sore we would be in the morning. It took all day just to drive from our old house, take all boxes from the moving van to our new house and all night to start unpacking. I can't make any regrets now, since it was basically my idea to start unpacking, not considering how late it was. So, some of my boxes were still laying around, filled with clothes, personals, and other miscellaneous items I haven't bothered taking out yet.

We only took out the essentials, to be prepped and ready for the morning.

Oh, how lucky we are.

But, in contrast, I am not a morning person.

I ran my hand through my tresses of hair, which was unruly and stuck up at odd angles. It was going to take a miracle to make this look presentable. It traveled my gaze back to the clock, which read 7:15 in big red digital numbers.

'Shit. Well, so much for being early on the first day of school.' I thought, as I put down the contraption.

I quickly tossed my white bedsheets off me, letting my bare feet touch the cold wood floor. It sent a shiver up my body, making me wrap my arms around myself. It was literally Antartica on my bedroom floor.

I got up and made my way past the hazardous boxes on the floor. I nearly tripped two times, NEARLY. Once I did, I entered my bathroom, which was bare as can be.

It was a normal bathroom, simple sink, simple bathtub, simple toiletries.

Except it was a ghost town of a bathroom.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Gosh, I looked like a whole stampede of horses trampled on my face.

As predicted, my hair was like a rat's nest, dark brown locks tangled and maimed. My dark cocoa eyes looked crusty, probably the Sandman's doing, and were drowsy. My mouth was dry with drool stains, probably reeking with bad breath. I was dressed in a plain white T-shirt, along with basketball shorts (which were the most comfortable thing in the world), which was my usual night attire. My body felt like a house of cards, standing but had a high tendency of falling to the floor.

I ran my hands down my slightly tan face, trying to wipe the sleep off. Time to get the work.

After a few minutes, I managed to make myself at least tidy. It was easy to do my hair, considering it was short like a boy's. You could have easily mistaken me as a boy at first, not that I blame you.

Many brown locks curled around my face, which were impossible to straighten. My bangs seems to stick to my face's skin, as if they were like suction cups on a octopus. I brushed it enough so those pesky cresses wouldn't stick out, but some always found its way.

'Oh, well. It's my first day at school, not a fashion show, besides bed hair is the new trend right?"

I put my brush down and grabbed my toothbrush on the sink's edge. After applying toothpaste, I put it in my mouth, cleaning my teeth with the minty paste.

After spitooning into the sink a couple of times, I gurgled my mouth with water to get rid of the remaining residue. I looked at myself at the mirror one last time. My face was now clean, no longer covered with morning remnant.

'Not bad, could look better. At least I don't look like the Grudge, or maybe I should...nah.'

With hair and teeth brushed, I exited my bathroom, fresh and clean. After making my way past a plethora of parcels, I went to my oak dresser, which held my new school uniform.

Once I opened it, the uniform was the only thing folded neatly in the cabinet.

It was a white clean button down collared shirt, with black stripes outlining the short sleeves and collar. It had a short blue tie, with the school's gold insignia right in the middle. The jacket was made of black satin, with gold end lines outlining the sleeves and collar, along with a small pocket with the school's insignia also in the middle. It was accompanied with dark cobalt slacks, which were long and narrow.

'Huh, that's funny, the school's girl uniform actually looks like a boy's one' I picked the pants up, grasping both ends of the waistband. I stared at it,/

It took a moment to figure it out.

"Oh my God.." I muttered in shock.

'THIS IS A BOY'S UNIFORM!' I thought in newfound realization, but freaking out on the inside. '

Wha-who in the-How did they get this mixed up?! WHat in the- okay, think this through, papers, papers...Registration papers! Must say something on there about this mix up! Where did I put themmm?!'

I frantically started to dig around every parcel in the room, tossing all the items on the floor without care. But, every box I opened, I couldn't find those packet of papers anywhere!

After minutes of trashing my room, which I will regret cleaning up later, I stood in the center of my room, which was now resembling a hoarder's bedroom. Gosh, I need to remember to get rid of some of the stuff I owned.

"Y-You have g-got to be kidding me…" Nothing. I couldn't find anything, nada, zilch. I let out a breath in exhaustion, soon plopping on the side of my bed. I wanted to lay down and go to sleep, never to wake up. How hard was it to find a simple packet of papers?! I wanted to give up, maybe cry in mock sadness. I looked around my bedside dresser, looking at the accursed alarm clock again. 7:21. Great. Just what I needed, more wasted time.

I looked at it, as if trying to burn holes in the satanic man-made piece of-wait, just a second. My eyes traveled to something that was under the clock, almost like a piece of paper sticking out. Way more than just a sheet.

I quickly grabbed what was under it, not caring about anything in the world right now other than the thing in my hands. I skimmed over it. It read 'Fumizuki Academy Registration Sheet'

Sound the horns of triumph. For the holy registration papers have been found.

As much as I wanted to fist-pump into the air, I needed to read it right away.

'Okay, okay, phone number, date of birth, home address, blah blah blah-Here it is!'

This was written:

Full Name:

Roe Akiyama

Gender: Female

Height: 5'3

Eye Color: Brown

'WHAT IN THE HECK?! It says that I'm a girl, so how could they possibly mess it up?! Were they not paying attention, when they did this?!' I mentally screamed, gripping the paper.

'Okay-calm down Roe it was probably just a mess-up, you could just go to the school and tell the office what happened. Nothing to get worked over.'

I smoothed a hand in dark brown tresses, laying back down. Sometimes, I wear myself down easily, even if its just to scream at myself. Letting a sigh escape my lips, I brought my gaze to the end of my bed. Right on the edge, laid the problem-causing uniform, as if it was just waiting for me to put it on. It was just a simple piece of clothing, how could it possibly inflict any damage to me, better yet change me?

I started just for a moment, thoughts consuming my mind, before letting another sigh escape my lips.

'Oh well, its just a uniform right? Not anything embarrassing or raunchy to complain about. I'm just going to put it on and go to school and go ask for a girl's one. Simple as that. Besides, if anyone sees me, they could tell easily spot if I'm a girl, or boy doesn't really matter what they think of me.'

Letting that thought imprint my mind, I soon lifted myself up, letting the papers lay aside on my bed. I grabbed the uniform and went to the bathroom.

'The students there are not that oblivious, how bad could it be anyways?' As the bathroom door closed, it allowed me to change into the clothing.

Little did I know, from there, that a set of problems will begin.

Or just a set of problematic people to meet.


New Story Obtained!

Hello, its Monte-Senpai! Another story to upload for my profile and sorts.

Probably won't update as much because of the horrid thing called school. I have plot going and I'm on a role.

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This story is going to take place like in the middle of Season one or earlier, I will need to re watch the episodes for that.

My OC is going to be the main protag., will further explain her personality and social interactions towards other in the next chapter. She isn't American, she's fully Japanese, but she has lived in America for some part of her life. I will make references to that, it's going be comedy gold!

Roe is going to make a lotta-lotta friends throughout the story, maybe even a love triangle? Or square. Hexagon? Damn you geometry. This is why I have a B.

I want to exploit that she's going to have a deep past, so I will more extra chapters for that. Mostly to do with her and her looks. Can't wait! C:

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