This story begins with a girl, who's been a troublemaker since she was a kid. Enjoy!

A lot of people at my schools hated me. But it wasn't like I minded it, though. The reason why a lot of people hate me is because I'm a troublemaker, who tends to cause a lot of trouble in school.

My name is Kita Kentomuro. I am just about to go to high school, and let's just say I'm not that excited about it.

I was going to start wearing the uniform soon, because I am going to high school tomorrow. I have black hair, and it was as long as just below my shoulders, but I would always put it in a ponytail. Whenever my hair was in a ponytail, there would be long sideburns hanging beside my face. I also have green eyes, as they were just as green as emerald.

I've been a troublemaker since I was in the third grade. And the reason on why I started causing trouble was because so many people were getting on my nerves. I know, that's not a good excuse, but I was still angry at so many people, and I've been a troublemaker since then.

It was early morning, and even though I only had another day before my first day of school would start, my mother called me from downstairs.

"Kita! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!"

I groaned in my pillow, and thought, Why can't she just come in my room and wake me up?!

But I managed to sit up. Only now, my hair was messy. Another groan escaped my lips as I scratched my belly, and got out of my bed. I then changed from my blue pajamas, to some casual clothes. I was dressed up with a fuchsia-colored short-sleeved shirt, and light blue pants, that were below my knees.

I opened the curtains, and noticed that it was clear out today. I shut my eyes tight, and muttered under my breath, "Dammit, it's bright." Looks like it was going to be sunny out today.

I scratched my hip, and walked out of my room. Mom called again, "Kita, I'm only repeating myself once!"

"I'm coming, mom!" I called back. I went to the bathroom, and picked up my green hairbrush. I really needed to use it, because I didn't want to eat breakfast with my hair all messed up. Even though there were tangles in my hair, I was able to get them all out with my brush, despite the pain I had while brushing. I only muttered a few "ow's" before I was finally done brushing my hair.

My hand set the brush down, and I finally walked down the stairs, heading over to the dining room. There, I saw my mom and dad, eating. I was an only child, but I didn't care. Sometimes it was best to not have any other siblings.

My mother had brown hair, and it was above her shoulders. She had green eyes as well, only hers was lighter than mine. She works at a hospital, and is a nurse. Her name is Shira Kentomuro.

Dad, on the other hand, has short, light brown hair, with blue eyes. Actually, he barely had hair on his head. He wasn't bald, but his hair was so light, he didn't have to wash his hair for days. Or so I think. His name is Kenichi Kentomuro.

As I sat down, mom said with a smirk, "Kita, I woke you up at this hour because I wanted to see if you were able to get out of bed without any trouble."

I raised a brow up at my mother. I responded, "Mom, I'm not a little kid anymore. And I could tell you were trying to wake me up early, because my first day of school is tomorrow."

"Clever," She mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I began to eat breakfast.

Here was something that was kind of unusual to me. Mom and dad signed me up to a school two and a half weeks ago, but they never told me which school it was. Sure, I took a middle-school exam, where I would see which school I would be going to, but I had no idea which school I wanted to go. But then again, I am a troublemaker, so why would it matter anyways? Oh wait, that's right. I have to graduate, so that I can try to get a job as well as all the other high school students.

But during my school years, I've been suspended a couple of times. I didn't keep track on how many times I was suspended from third grade to the end of middle school, but oh well. I didn't really have any friends, but I wasn't lonely or anything. I didn't have friends because most of the students in my schools hated me for being a troublemaker. There was even a few students who tried to convince me to stop causing trouble, but obviously, I wasn't listening to them. Yep, everyone hates me for my attitude and such.

I thought, Since tomorrow's my first day of school, mom and dad will have to tell me what school I'll be going to.

I wasn't shy to ask, so I asked my mom, "Mom, what school will I be going to starting tomorrow? I've been wanting to know for the past two and a half weeks!"

Mom and dad stared at each other for a couple of seconds, but they smirked at each other. As soon as they looked at me again, dad answered my question, "Kita, you'll be going to Gintama High."

Again, my brow raised up, only this time, the name to that school sounded kind of amusing. I laughed, "Gintama High school?"

"Yes," He answered, chuckling back as well. "Do you think I'm lying?"

"Of course not, dad. I just think it's a funny name for a school."

Mom smirked at me, and said, "That's part of the reason why we didn't tell you the name of it until now."

"Hm? What's the other reason, then?" I asked her, now getting more curious.

Once again, she smirked at me. That smirk always made me feel like something not that good or bad would happen. She replied, "We've heard that the school has classes that're more chaotic than the times you've caused chaos. So we thought you would fit into the school."

"Huh?"

"Kita, dear. Your father and I tried our best to raise you. But ever since that time in third grade, you became a troublemaker. I'm surprised that you were able to pass the exams in your school years, despite you causing trouble."

"Was that sarcasm?" I asked, squinting my eyes at my mother.

She chuckled as she shook your head. "No, I didn't mean to sound sarcastic, Kita. And I'm not lying, either. What I meant was that even if you are a troublemaker in school, you want to get through with school so that you can try to find a job. Well, right now, you're 15, so you'll have to wait at least another year before you can find one."

I rolled my green eyes again as I thought, When you live in a city, it's not that easy finding a job.

Dad suddenly asked, "So Kita, do you think you'll be able to wake up early tomorrow?"

"Like I said, I'm not a little kid anymore. I don't need anyone to wake me up. I have an alarm clock," I responded, taking a bite of my breakfast.

Mom said, "We know that, but do you remember that one time, while you were in middle school, you overslept, and you were late to school?"

I retorted, "I forgot to set my alarm clock, okay?! That was a long time ago, I learned my lesson!"

"Did you? Well, like mentioned, you are a troublemaker. And the only times where I get angry at you is when you get suspended."

"That reminds me," I said. "What did you mean by me fitting into the school you signed me in for?"

Mom smirked once again, and responded as she took a bite of her breakfast as well, "I once heard, from last school year, that there was a fight going on in the classroom 3-Z. The fight lasted for the whole period, and almost all the students were fighting each other, as if they were in war."

"Where did you hear it, though?" I asked again, trying to get some answers.

She chuckled, "I was listening to a conversation from a pair of teachers, who seemed to be working there."

A sigh escaped my lips.

I don't really get it, but it looks like I can cause as much trouble as I want to, even though I've already caused trouble for the past couple of years.

I shrugged it off, and finished eating my breakfast. I then put my dishes in the sink, and said, "I'm going to my room."

"Okay," Dad said as he was looking at a sports magazine. I was never really into sports. Maybe it was because I've never been interested into any activities, really.

I went up the stairs, and then to my room, where I lied down on my bed. My bed was always so cozy, sometimes I never wanted to get out of it. Though, when I start going into high school, I'll have to get up early, just like the rest of my school years. I lied on my back, and grabbed my phone from my small table, next to my alarm clock. My phone was light pink, and I wasn't even a fan of pink! But this was the cheapest that I could afford. Yes, I bought it myself.

I opened my phone up, and looked through it, to see if I wanted to call someone. But I thought with a chuckle, I don't know why I pretend that I'm looking for somebody to call. I don't have any friends, and I'm not lonely.

As the corner of my lips curved up, I closed my phone. I set it down, but set it beside my hip. I landed my hands behind my head as I looked at the ceiling of my room. I didn't know why, but I also kicked my legs up, swinging it.

I wonder what trouble I should do at this Gintama High school? Maybe I should go to the rooftop during classes, and skip them, or maybe I should just sleep in class. Wait...no, I've done that plenty of times during my school years. But then again, what else can I do?

I breathed out through my nose, and blinked a couple of times before deciding to lean up. I was now thinking about the high school that I was going to attend. I rested my chin on my palm as I muttered to myself, "Will there be fights everyday?" A brow raised up, but I answered my own question, "Why am I asking this? Of course there will be. Mom told me that the school is more chaotic than me in person."

My eyes narrowed, and I muttered again, "But...mom doesn't make sense sometimes."

Mom already said to me that I would "fit" into that school. That barely made any sense. Are mom and dad toying with me? Most likely. Though, this isn't the first time they've messed up my mind.

I sat at the edge of my bed, and thought while holding my hands together, Am I getting bored of being a troublemaker? Hm, if so, how would that be possible?

The only thing I don't do to cause trouble is put graffiti on desks or walls. I'm pretty sure there're other things, but I don't remember too well.

Even though I was back in my room for a little bit of time, I stood up, and walked out of my room. I went to the bathroom again, but this time, I took out a hair tie from the sink drawer, and wrapped my hair with one hand. I set the hair tie beside the sink as I was making sure I got all my black hair up. After getting my hair up, I grabbed the hair tie, and wrapped it, making it into a ponytail. There were sideburns, as usual, but I was fine with that.

Suddenly, mother called me, "Kita! Come and get your school uniform!"

I blinked, and thought, I better see what kind of uniform I'll be wearing. If it's a sailor uniform, then I won't be surprised.

I ran down the stairs once again, but saw mom holding my new school uniform. I blinked again, but asked, "Is this my uniform?"

She nodded as she replied with a half-smile, "It is. But when you use it at school, don't you dare destroy it."

I rolled my green eyes as I took the folded uniform from her hands. The shirt was on the top, and the skirt was on the bottom. I looked at it for a moment, and noticed that I was looking at the back. It was definitively a sailor uniform.

Yep, I'm not surprised.

It wasn't that I disliked the sailor uniforms. I've just worn sailor uniforms since the beginning of middle school!

Mom told me, "Go try it on, and then show us how you look in your new uniform."

I blinked at my mother, and asked, "Can't I just wear it tomorrow, since it is the first day of school?"

She replied, still smiling, but sounded a bit angry, "Wear it now. It's not hard to show us what you look like in a summer uniform."

I raised my brows, but scoffed, "Fine, fine. Don't get all irritated."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't backtalk me."

I rolled my eyes when I turned around, and thought, That wasn't back talking, you know.

I went back to my room for the second time, and closed the door so that I could have my privacy. I began to take off my shirt, but muttered, "I don't understand why mom wants me to try on my uniform now. She could've waited until tomorrow."

A sigh escaped my lips as I took off my shirt, then my pants. As I was only in my bra and underwear, I grabbed the blue skirt. I slipped my feet inside the skirt, then pulled it under it was under my bellybutton. I then grabbed the shirt, and then put my head under it. My head popped out of the top, and soon, I was wearing my summer uniform. I looked at the short sleeves, then the skirt.

I didn't have a tall mirror in my room, but I opened my bedroom door, and walked down the stairs once more until mom and dad saw me in my new uniform.

Mom exclaimed with her hands clutched together, "Oh my, you look really nice in it!"

I replied, "Mom, it's just a uniform."

"Kita, at least say 'thank you' because I complimented you."

"Fine, thanks."

"Say it like you mean it."

I made a fake smile, and said to her while closing my eyes, "Thank you, mother. I appreciate it."

"Much better," She said as dad looked at the uniform, that I was wearing.

I thought again, I bet she didn't know I wasn't really smiling.

Dad said with a smile as well, "You do look nice in your new uniform. You can change back into your casual clothes, but don't get that uniform dirty. You wouldn't want to have a dirty uniform on the first day of high school."

I shook my head as I turned around, going to my room yet again. I closed the door, again, to have privacy. I sighed as I quickly took off my uniform. As soon as I set my uniform on my bed, I heard the door open. I gasped loudly as I tried to cover myself with my hands. My mom was at the door.

Even though I wasn't naked, and despite the fact that we're both female, I'm not comfortable with people looking at me in my bra and underwear.

I exclaimed, "M-Mom! Don't just barge in here!"

"Come on, Kita. When you go to gym, you're going to have to change in front of other girls in the locker rooms. But anyways, here's your winter uniform. Just hang it up on the door."

I walked to the door, and grabbed the winter uniform from her hand. I held it as she closed the door, leaving me alone. I sighed with a bit of irritation (Since she just nearly barged into my room) as I grabbed two hangers, and set it on the door, where I also set my winter uniform up.

I was finally dressed in my casual clothes again. I pulled my shirt down as I muttered under my breath with sarcasm, "I can't wait to go to school tomorrow."

My hand ruffled my black hair. I sighed for the umpteenth time, and wondered how my first year of high school was going to be like.

I thought I needed to introduce Kita and her family first before I got to the high school setting. So I hope I didn't bore you. XD

Just so you know, I'll only cover up her first year in high school. So this story will be a bit long. If I were to cover up all her high school years, then there would be no doubt that this story would be over a hundred chapters. That's why I'll only write her first year. LOL

I swear the next chapter will at least be a bit funnier than the first (Which is this chapter). And here's another note. This isn't a romance story, but there will be a few pairings, though Kita won't be paired with anyone. I'll explain some more in the next chapter. ;)

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! :)