This isn't actually my first time writing an Air Gear fanfiction. The first time I actually wrote an Air Gear fanfiction was when I was in eighth grade, when I looked through the archive in the FF world of Air Gear. There were nothing but male having romance with other males and poor excuse of a parody. The only story I read while in that world was an Original Character (OC)-centric fanfiction known as the Lost Regalia. It was a well written fanfiction, and was one of the reason why I wrote an Air Gear fanfiction; the other reason to write a fanfiction about Air Gear was because of the stories that I was reading in the Air Gear world were, not to be mean in any sort of way, terrible. So I wrote the first, Air Gear, fanfic about the possibility of the protagonist, Itsuki Minami, learning how to ride Air Trek's for the first time. I gained a lot of positive reaction to this, but at the same time I gained negative amount of reviews on this fiction. The problem with the story was that the character was way too out of character and that the plot was moving insanely fast. Also I suffered a massive writer's block which also affected my writing. In the end I abandoned that story and never looked at it again.

My second time was actually last year, when an avid reader of the story pleaded me to try and rewrite the story. I was conflicted, should I try to do it? I was busy with my AP English class and my AP US History class, so I asked myself did I have the time to do this? Not only that but I needed to get through SAT and the ACT. Nevertheless, I gave it another go. The plot was the same, but with a different background history, and the gist that Ikki is Rika's guardian angel and that he would do anything to keep her happy, even if it meant to give up on AT's. It was full proof...that is until I stopped in a dead end track of how I was going to put this in place. Not only that, but the manga world was progressing so fast that I couldn't keep this story matching up with the original. In the end, I found myself giving this story up entirely...

Now this is my third and possibly final attempt to write this story. Now many are wondering, why now? Why focus on this story when you abandon the last two stories? Well, to tell the readers the truth, it's not a story about Ikki and his friends. It's actually my homework assignment and a reflection of my own-self. I'm going through what people call, "What the heck am I going to do for the future?" and "Your grades are so terrible that your going to fail your senior year." I was scared when my mom showed me my progress report. Everything else was fine, 2 B and one A, but what struck a cord in me was the other two grades. F's, both of them. I promised my teacher that I was going to do something about this, but I didn't know what. However an epiphany hit me, she accepts extra credits as long as I did my homework. I talked to her about my predicament and asked her if I finish my missing homework, could it be considered as homework that is turned in. She said yes. So, while I am doing my missing homework, I'm actually writing this fanfiction in order to get some extra credit.

For the people that have read my Self-Insert fanfiction, I have to tell you all that is not the real me. I'm not this annoying, cruel, beer-drinking, sarcastic punk you see in most of my self-insert fanfiction. I'm actually someone quite different in life. So when you read this fanfiction, know that this is the real me that's being presented in front of you. My audience.

I don't own Air Gear. The franchise is owned by Ito "Oh Great!" Ōgure, everything else is my own creation.

California
Wednesday
November 29th

"Finally..." I muttered as I paid the price to send my admission to the UC's, so far I sent my application to seven of the nine UC's here in California. Right now I'm just too lazy to really do anything at the moment. My face fell on the deck as I snoozed away...

...now all I need to do is to just focus on my school...

Sunday
December 5th

"Two F's!" My mom screeched as she threw the report card in front of my face, "How could you get two F's in your senior year!" She demanded as I looked at the card impassively. Picking up the folded paper, I silently read what was on the paper.

AP Macro - Cross Aaron - (B-)
AP Engl Lit - Mooney Carol - (F) = A pleasure to have in class; Homework/Assignments incomplete; In danger of failing
Physiology H - Cheuvront Thomas - (A-) = A pleasure to have in class
Media Wtr/Prod - Bartrom Linda - (B+) = Excellent student
Pre Calc/Trig - Petrella Sara - (F) = Homework/Assignments incomplete; Low Test Scores

"And you think you can get into Davis with these grades!" She screamed as I looked at the report card, and back at my mother. "Well what do you have to say for yourself?

" What do I have to say for myself? What can I say for myself? I got two F's, and by the time the semester is over, the collegeboard are going to look at the semester and reject me. Hell I'll doubt that even the lowest of the lowest schools will accept me; I didn't even write any college application for any other schools. Might as well just do what everyone else does. Join the bandwagon and go to a community college, work my butts off there and transfer. It's cheaper, and more efficient, as long as I focus and do good.

But that didn't come out of my mouth, instead I looked at my mom and responded to her question.

"Right now I have a project due for Pre Calc, I don't know if it'll raise it up to a C but it'll sure raise it up to a (D-). Also Ms. Mooney said I can turn in my missing homeworks. Although I won't get credit, it will say that I turned in my homework, and that'll allow me to turn in extra credit assignments." I explained to my mother calmly. She looked at me, before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Do what you need to do to get those grades up." she said, before leaving my room with a stomp.

Once she close the door, I let out a gasp. What the hell did I do for the past few months! I thought I promise myself that I would do everything in my abilities to get A's in my class this year! How could I have gotten an F in my class? How could I have gotten an (F) in English! Didn't I want to be a writer? If that's the case then why am I failing?

My eyes began to burn as little droplet of water splat onto the paper in front of me. I sniffed in, whatever the heck that was coming out of my nose, back in as I wiped the tears with the sleeve of my checkered shirt. "Damn it Joshua, don't cry, not here. Your almost eighteen, your going to be a man, damn it don't cry." I repeated this over and over again, but to no avail as tears flooded down from my eyes. With the faucet of my tear dots broken, there was no stopping to my tears. Those F...they burned into my heart.

It's not like this was the first time I failed in a class. I failed in my AP English 11 in the second semester. I always blamed it on the death of the people that were close dearly to me. Like my pastor who helped my family and I find god in our lives. Or the girl that I had an infatuation with for the past five years of my life. Or maybe it was because of Michael Jackson. Why MJ? I don't know.

See, I'm already blaming other people for my problems. Like how I'm going to blame my PC for crashing on me when I had to turn in an important English project. Or the Red Cross Blood Drive for making me skip out my Pre-Calculus class and forcing me into a habit of just never being in that class. Oh, before you grammar Nazi try to attack me for using "I'm going to blame" instead of "I blamed my etc. etc.", I'm actually using it right because I'm going to blame it later in the future...

...or that's how I think it's used...

Maybe I'm just dumb. I'm just retarded for thinking like that. Maybe I'm just an idiot who can't grasp my current dilemma; or maybe I'm just a lazy coward, who hides in the corner like a terrified animal and only come out of it when food is being sent to me by a silver platter...

...oh god, that is me. Suddenly I felt the lunch that I ate with my family pushing back up through my esophagus, quickly rushing to the restroom I opened the door and lifted the toilet seat. I emptied out the content of my stomach as I watched the mass of white goo waltz on top of their watery floor.

Dry heaving to get the last remaining bit out of my stomach, I weakly pulled down the lever of the toilet, flushing away my morning lunch in a matter of seconds. Getting up off the ground, by pushing off the ground with my two hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. Bloodshot, red, eyes stared back at my rather tired face, bags evident underneath my eyes as I looked at the mirror with horror. Zits underneath my bottom lips.

"Gross..." I muttered as I popped them, wincing a bit at the pain. I sniffed the area around me...

"I need a shower..."

And that's all for now. I'm going to try and write this in my own pace, and right now this is suitable at the moment.

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