Another Year

"Another year...", Amu thought as she practically dragged herself toward to the pit of doom called "School". She then sighed, and looked up. Three boys were blocking her way, and it did not please her one bit. She then looked over the scene that was unfolding in front of her. Two older boys were hovering over a small boy, who looked like he was about to start crying if she didn't do anything soon. To her dismay, she decided she was going to have to intervene so she could pass and not be late to school.

"Hey." All three boys looked her way. "You're in my way." said Amu in an annoyed voice, she did not like dealing with this so early in the morning.

One boy looked at her and sneered, "What do you want?" he was wearing Seiyo Middle School's male uniform, which consisted of blue pants, blue jacket, and a blue dress shirt. He sported a green tie along with the lame uniform, not adding much flare. The other older boy was wearing the same uniform, excluding the tie, he decided to pipe in

"I-I think I know who she is!" Both middle school boys looked her over again, and gulped. They were in huge trouble.

Amu was wearing a plaid skirt, black jacket with her dress shirt underneath, a cloth with a safety pin stuck through it on her sleeve, plaid leg warmers that matched her skirt, and her eye catching pink hair was somewhat pulled up into a high ponytail on the side of her head with a cross clip stuck in the front. They had stumbled over the infamous, Seiyo High school's Hinamori Amu.

The young boy decided to pop out then, shouting "You're Seiyo High school's ultimate Cool & Spicy student Hinamori Amu!" She rolled her eyes, the school year had just started and she had to also deal with this. By that point, the two middle schoolers feared for their lives, yelling 'HINAMORI AMU?!" and started spouting rumors how she defeated soccer teams by herself, and got all high schools in the Kanto region to accept her without her paying a fee before yelling "WE'RE SORRY!" and ran for their lives. Amu then sighed, wondering who even started the rumors.

The young boy ran up to her then, and shouted excitedly " HINAMORI AMU! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!"

She just sighed, shook her head before glaring at the boy as she walked by " You were in my way too kid." She was able to hear "Cool & Spicy!" as she rounded the corner. This year was going to be a long one.


Amu sighed, staring out the window with her chin resting on her palm. She was listening to more rumors of her. Some rumors included how her mother was a famous magazine writer and her father a gifted photographer. Amu's favorite rumor was how her boyfriend must be a super rich celebrity. She laughed to herself, she never had a boyfriend, not even a first kiss. No one ever bothered to get close to her. Her classmates chatted that she was far out of their league because she wore her uniform with such style and she acted cool. Apparently that meant that they couldn't even speak to her, but they could stare at her to death. She was getting sick of everyone assuming who she was. No one knew who she truly was, no one.

When the bell rang, she was extremely glad to get out of the stuffy environment and bolted out the classroom door. As she sped down the hall, she bumped into a boy around her height that had platinum blonde hair and was wearing blue plaid shorts, and a plaid cover up that matched, over his black jacket and white dress shirt. She stopped and stared at him for a second.

"He is so cute..." Amu thought for a second, before mentally slapping herself and whirling around and in an obnoxious voice, declared "Watch where you are walking!" before stomping off down the hall, leaving the blonde boy standing there confused, before he shrugged it off and picked up the items he dropped.

He then noticed one of the books there wasn't his, and was most likely the pink girl's that he had ran into. He decided to find out who she was, and would return it to her tomorrow.

"Why did you act like that?!" Amu yelled at herself. The whole reason everyone raved over her was because she acted exactly how she just did to the blonde boy. She didn't even understand how they thought she was cool. All she ever did was act like a jerk to everyone, and then be kind once in awhile. She shook her head, and continued yelling at herself as she walked home, as she walked up the porch steps she could already hear her little sister, Ami, singing and her father praising her every move.

She slowly opened the front door, and peeked inside. Ami was standing on the couch singing along to her favorite singer Utau Hoshina, who was having a concert broadcasting live. She looked around the room and saw her father was too preoccupied to notice her arrival. Thinking she was in the clear, she dashed to the stairs, and just as she was about to become out of view, she heard her mother shout.

"Amu! Come into the kitchen before you head upstairs!"

Amu cussed quietly to herself before turning around and walking into the kitchen, plastering the most innocent look on her face as she walked in, asking in the most sweetest voice she could muster, "Yes mother?"

"Look, I know you just started school and everything, but your father and I will be taking Ami for about two weeks to star in a mini-movie. We plan to be back as soon as we can, but I figured you are a big girl, and you can handle yourself. We will be leaving tonight after dinner."

Amu just stared at her mother for a good minute before spazzing. She could not believe it. A whole TWO WEEKS of freedom. She may have go that hell hole everyday, but she would be able to come home to a peaceful home, it was amazing, and she was excited for the coming two weeks.

Amu's mother sighed, seeing how crazy her daughter was acting, she knew she needed to step in. "But just because we will be gone, doesn't mean you will be allowed to slack. I expect the house to be clean when we come back, and everything still in order, and you most definitely are NOT allowed to slack in school."

Amu quickly nodded, running to the stairs shouting "I'm going to do my homework call me when dinner is ready!" Her mother sighed while shaking her head. "That girl..." was all she could say before turning back to the meal she was preparing.


Amu stabbed at her steak, while looking at the television screen. Her family was having its last family dinner before they would be separated from Amu for two weeks. They were all intently watching the current show, it was a fortune teller talking about guardian spirits, which was freaking Ami out. Amu just sighed, wondering if guardian spirits did exist, was one out there watching over her?

She thanked her parents for the meal, grabbing her dish and walking over to the sink washing it off, now lost in thought.

"If there was one watching over me, why didn't it come and help me figure out what is wrong with me.

"Because thats something you need to do yourself!" another voice inside her head said.

Well, I haven't done a very good job of it, if you could tell, these past 5 years I've been a social outcast and have yet to make a true friend. I have two years left of high school and i doubt it will change if i keep going on the way I am.

"Then do something about it." The voice challenged.

Like What? Amu was starting to impatient with herself.

"Try and talk to someone, it won't hurt, and you may be surprised on what happens. You could start with the blonde boy, apologize for what you said to him today."

Thats a pretty big step. I think I'll start with asking for a pencil.

The voice sighed, too tired to go in with this. "Whatever Amu, this is your life, I'm just trying to help you move on with it." before finally disappearing out of her head.

Soon after Amu's mother yelled to Amu still in the kitchen, "Amu! We need your help with the luggage, we are leaving!"

"Yea mom!" Amu shouted back, sighing as she helped them pack up the car, and waving goodbye as they drove off. A lonely feeling started to sink as she realized how lifeless her house was without her family.

Dragging herself back into the house and upstairs to her room and, plopping herself onto the bed. Curling herself into a ball and wrapping her arms around her knees, she can't help but pray to herself, "If I do have a guardian spirit, or a would be self, please help guide me..." as she drifted off to sleep.