Okay, you officially have my permission to kill me, personally. I have been gone for more than YEAR! Ohmaigurd. I've just been so busy lately, and I completely lost my writing fire. I literally haven't wrote anything else that wasn't for school. I swear. I will be updating a LOT more. A LOT. I decided to rewrite this because, you know, I kinda lost my rhythm with it...so I hope this is better! I'm sorry if some details that you liked are changed!

Beep! Beep! Beep! BEEP! SMASH! Ugh. Jeez! Why does the stupid alarm clock have to be so damn loud? I groan sleepily and I exit the comfortable warmth of my bed. Another day at school. Just wonderful. I grab my uniform from my desk where it was neatly folded before making my way across the hall to the bathroom.

Turning on the water, I step into the shower, letting the hot water wake me up. I shampoo my hair and wash my body quickly. I turn off the water, grabbing my towel. After I dry off, I pull on my uniform. After I'm dressed, I pull my hair into it's usual style of a white bow and bobby pins.

I grab my bag quickly, making my way downstairs. "Good Morning," I say flatly to hollow air. I'm used to this. Ever since my mother has fallen ill, frequent trips to the hospital and week long absences were normal.

Not really in the mood for any type of food, I grab an orange and my lunch from the counter. Checking my reflection in the window, I sigh. What's happened to me? My hair isn't the bright flaxen tone it used to be, my once bright royal eyes now a dull navy.

I'm only seventeen. Aren't I supposed to be radiant and beautiful? Bright and ecstatic? I sigh, shaking my head. No use worrying about that now. I exit my house, hardly ready to face the emotional stress and mental trauma of school. On my walk, I see the brightly colored signs advertising new products made by Crypton.

Vocatown is a decent sized city. It's not all that it's made out to be, though. People and tourists come here all the time, searching for the glamour and fame advertised. Many optimistic individuals show up here, Vocatown, Home of Crypton Future Media, Inc. looking for big breaks and instant fame. I just see it as another city with a famous company or tourist attraction. The fact that I grew up here probably contributes to why I don't view it as anything special. It's actually overrated in my opinion.

They even named my school after it. A company. Not someone famous, not an influential individual, but a company. The choices that people make honestly baffle me sometimes. I see the sign for my school.

Welcome to Crypton High School

I sigh as I make my way into the large, over advertised building. It's nice school and all, but two things completely deflate the experience for me. Mi-

"Yo, Kagamine!" I hear a voice call out. I look up, so see my best friend, Neru, eyes glued ot her phone. I smile. How does she know if she never looks up? I switch to my inside shoes, walking over to her. "Hi Neru," I say. I get no response. "Neru?" Nothing.

I wave my hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. She still doesn't notice,eyes glued to that damn phone of hers. I just give up, because the only option would be to take her phone. Well, try. And that's even if she let's you get close enough to make an attempt. You do not want to do that. It's not worth the physical suffering. I leave it alone and walk to homeroom. I sit down in my seat, counting the seconds tick by, when Reason #1 why school is hell walks in.

Miku Hatsune. The popular girl. The dream girlfriend. The perfect best girl everyone dreams about. The school whore. Well, in my eyes anyway. To everyone else, she's the sweet girl, the girl who's perfect in every way. They're too blinded by her facade to see how she truly is. Mean, cruel, and heartless.

A few weeks ago, she had at least three guys in one day. Three! I walked in on her and some guy with a long purple ponytail in the restroom. Yet people still say she's innocent, a total sweetheart. How oblivious can people get?

I roll my eyes as I overhear her conversation with a blue haired kid. (Kaito, I think his name was?) "It's just so hard! I can't figure it out, and if Sensei finds out I didn't do it, he'll yell at me!" she whines. Bullshit. What is she, five? "U-um sure, Hatsune-chan. I'll have it ready before then," Kaito (?) responds, taking the paper from her. "Thank you so much, Shion-kun! You're the best!" she chants, hugging him. I notice the way she makes extra effort to press her breasts against his chest.

I scoff, but apparently too loudly, because her eyes snap open and immediately find mine. She smirks. 'Don't be jealous because you can't' she mouths, sticking her tongue out at me. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. I know I'm not pretty, I get it, okay? I don't need her reminding me.

She ends her seduction embrace or whatever the hell it was, and walks over. She bends over to my level, her mouth by my face. The feel of her hot breath on my ear makes me shiver, disgusted. "You're too much of a pig to get anyone, Kagamine. Just remember that," she says, leaning back to look me in the eye. I can't meet her turquoise irises. "That's what I thought."

She turns around with a smile, and I can see through it instantly. She smiles because everyone is just so captivated by her, that their eyes track her every movement twenty four-seven. I sigh. Where was I? The old me. The Rin Kagamine of the past would have challenged her, would have beat her at her own game. The old Rin Kagamine would fight. This girl, this shell that I have become, the old me would be ashamed. Where was the true Rin Kagamine when I need her?

I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn around. My eyes meet stunning aquamarine irises, not unlike how mine used to be. I almost drop my pencil I was absentmindedly fondling with. Enter Reason #2.

Len Kagamine.