Hiya, This story is written by me, the evil Loona!!
Pairings: none, maybe later in the sequel there will be.
Warnings: violence, maybe some cursing, angst
Disclaimerthingy: If the GW-boys were mine, you'd think I'd have better
things to do than writing about them, don't you? Lance, and this story, are
mine though, and if you want to archive it *snorts* or mist it *snickers*
please mail me, kay?
This is Lance's POV, so everything you read will be her thoughts, unless
"." is seen, than it's spoken (like, duh)
My name is Lance. Actually Elisabeth, but everyone calls me Lance. I want it that way. I'm a not so normal girl in a totally normal environment. By not so normal I don't mean with special powers, unusual background or something like that. I'm just weird. Everyone tells me that. I talk the least possible, I don't like normal girl-things, and I tend to be alone as much as possible, things like that. Every day, after school, I go to a forest nearby to study and to just relax. I have a secret place there, where as far as I know no one else ever comes. My own hide-out. I go to school every day, just like all 15-years olds are supposed to. I hate it. Not dislike it, like others, but hate it. Not because I have to learn, I like learning. Not cause I'm a little claustrophobic, I can live with that, I'm used to it. It's because of the students. After the first grade, they gave up trying to talk to me, I wouldn't answer normally. But they're talking about me, staring in my direction, acting like if I'm a freak. I am, but I ain't staring at them for being normal now, am I? A couple of guys even spread the word I was sacrificing animals in the forest to some kind of strange god or demon or something. Bastards. Like I would hurt animals. Ignoring doesn't stop the talking, unfortunately. Today is Wednesday. First class is English lesson, so I'll have to face the whole class again. Great. Three guys I haven't seen before are talking to the teacher. They look cute. Ah well, it doesn't matter; it's not like a cute guy would ever see me, right? I quickly sit down in the corner of the classroom, free tables surrounding me. The others don't like sitting near to me, they never know if I'm listening to them or not. I don't, like their little secrets would interest me. But why should I tell them, I like it this way. I get out my books and my sketching papers. I totally love drawing. Don't know why. It doesn't matter when or where, I always draw. After half a minute the teacher coughs, and I look up. The strange guys are still here. "I want to introduce you to three of your new classmates. They're exchange students." He nods to a blond boy with a really cute smile. "Hello, I'm Quatre Sol, from Arabia. My father thought it would be a good experience for me, so I joined the exchange." The second boy steps forward. He has a huge, brown braid and lovely purple-blue eyes, almost hidden under his bangs. He waves his hand, while grinning broadly. "Hiya everyone, I'm Duo Mercury, from America, and I want to see as much from the world as possible, so every time I have a change to travel, I take it. And that's why I'm here." A glance from the third boy, a Chinese with glowing black eyes behind glasses makes him shut up. "I'm Cha-Yang Wufei, from China. I want to learn about other cultures." As the teacher starts babbling about begin nice to them and showing them around, I loose my interest, and start drawing again. They'll have to find someone else to be their guide. What a loss. "Is this seat taken?" a polite voice asks, as I glare up, irritated. It's the blond guy. I think for a moment, and shrug. He'll probably sit down next to one of the more social people in this class soon enough. "Wow, you're almost as talkative as two of my friends." an other voice joins. The two other exchange-students sit down in front of me. Dear gods, what have I done to displease you?! They surely will expect me to explain stuff. Just peachy. I start drawing again, waiting 'till the teacher will start the lesson, while hoping they won't talk to me. Someone snatches away my paper, and I look up, more than irritated. The braided boy is holding it, looking at it carefully. "Give..that..back!" I growl. This is one of the only ways to get some reaction from me, snatching away my drawings. Last time it happened I spent a whole hour trying to get back my picture. When they finally decided it wasn't funny anymore, they burned it. But this time I get my pic back immediately. "You draw really cool! How long have you been doing over it anyway?" I sigh. The questioning. I glare at the clock in the front of the classroom. "3, 4 minutes." "No way!" The braided boy doesn't seem affected by my short answers. "Do you have more pics with you? Cause I love this one." He looks at me begging. I shrug, and open my notebook in the back, and give it to the boy. For a few moments, he is looking through them, silently. That's nice. As he wants to give some sort of comment again, the teacher starts talking. Finally. I take back my notebook from his hands, and start making notes, even though I know these grammar-rules already. Hopefully, they won't disturb me if I'm working. But just my luck, mister Hibson doesn't talk nearly as long as usually. Damnabbit. So I just start making exercises, like the good student I am. Braid-boy doesn't. "Could you show me more of your drawings? And what's your name, anyway? You haven't told us yet, did you?" I just look at him. "Lance." If he dares making a comment about that, I'll. I won't do a thing. I never do, except ignoring it. He doesn't. "I'm Duo, as you must have heard. Nice to meet you." The other two boys, who had been listening silently to 'our' conversation this long, open their mouths as well. "I'm Quatre, really nice to meet you Lance." "Wufei." I make a sound that kind of looks like hi, and bow my head to make exercises again. "She's just as conversational as Trowa or Heero, don't you think FeiFei?" So they know each other already? Even though they're from different countries. strange. Maybe they're staying at the same guesthouse or something. "Baka, shut up and let me work." The Chinese boy growls. I like him. He doesn't talk much. Duo shuts up for exactly 3 minutes, just long enough for him to write down the first question. Than he turns around again. Again, dear gods, why are you doing this to me? Luckily, he starts talking to Quatre, about being bored already, and wanting to get some food. Wufei snorts. "You're always hungry." "Hey, I'm a growing boy, I should eat! You should to, if you ever want to grow." I bow my head deeper, desperately trying to ignore their babbling voices, hoping they'll ignore me. "Hey Lance, at what time does the break begin?" I look up, glaring. Didn't he get the timetable of our classes or something? Like he read my mind, he continues: "They still have to give us the lists of classes, and some of our books." Now I notice he and Wufei are sharing their book. "The first is at 10.30, 30 minutes, and the second 13.15, an other 30 minutes." The braided boy blinks. "Wow, a whole sentence at once! Did it hurt?" I glare. They're starting already. Damnit, why didn't they just sit down somewhere else? "Autch, QUAT-re! Why did you do that?!" He glances at the blond boy, who's looking kind of disapproving at him. Seems like he kicked him or something. "You don't have to be so impolite to her, Duo. You aren't doing it to Trowa, and he's talking less, so why to her?" "I'm not impolite!" he sounds hurt, but he's still grinning. "I'm just making a joke. She understood that, right?" He looks at me like he wants an approval. Yeah right. I shrug again. This was going to be a very long day.
My name is Lance. Actually Elisabeth, but everyone calls me Lance. I want it that way. I'm a not so normal girl in a totally normal environment. By not so normal I don't mean with special powers, unusual background or something like that. I'm just weird. Everyone tells me that. I talk the least possible, I don't like normal girl-things, and I tend to be alone as much as possible, things like that. Every day, after school, I go to a forest nearby to study and to just relax. I have a secret place there, where as far as I know no one else ever comes. My own hide-out. I go to school every day, just like all 15-years olds are supposed to. I hate it. Not dislike it, like others, but hate it. Not because I have to learn, I like learning. Not cause I'm a little claustrophobic, I can live with that, I'm used to it. It's because of the students. After the first grade, they gave up trying to talk to me, I wouldn't answer normally. But they're talking about me, staring in my direction, acting like if I'm a freak. I am, but I ain't staring at them for being normal now, am I? A couple of guys even spread the word I was sacrificing animals in the forest to some kind of strange god or demon or something. Bastards. Like I would hurt animals. Ignoring doesn't stop the talking, unfortunately. Today is Wednesday. First class is English lesson, so I'll have to face the whole class again. Great. Three guys I haven't seen before are talking to the teacher. They look cute. Ah well, it doesn't matter; it's not like a cute guy would ever see me, right? I quickly sit down in the corner of the classroom, free tables surrounding me. The others don't like sitting near to me, they never know if I'm listening to them or not. I don't, like their little secrets would interest me. But why should I tell them, I like it this way. I get out my books and my sketching papers. I totally love drawing. Don't know why. It doesn't matter when or where, I always draw. After half a minute the teacher coughs, and I look up. The strange guys are still here. "I want to introduce you to three of your new classmates. They're exchange students." He nods to a blond boy with a really cute smile. "Hello, I'm Quatre Sol, from Arabia. My father thought it would be a good experience for me, so I joined the exchange." The second boy steps forward. He has a huge, brown braid and lovely purple-blue eyes, almost hidden under his bangs. He waves his hand, while grinning broadly. "Hiya everyone, I'm Duo Mercury, from America, and I want to see as much from the world as possible, so every time I have a change to travel, I take it. And that's why I'm here." A glance from the third boy, a Chinese with glowing black eyes behind glasses makes him shut up. "I'm Cha-Yang Wufei, from China. I want to learn about other cultures." As the teacher starts babbling about begin nice to them and showing them around, I loose my interest, and start drawing again. They'll have to find someone else to be their guide. What a loss. "Is this seat taken?" a polite voice asks, as I glare up, irritated. It's the blond guy. I think for a moment, and shrug. He'll probably sit down next to one of the more social people in this class soon enough. "Wow, you're almost as talkative as two of my friends." an other voice joins. The two other exchange-students sit down in front of me. Dear gods, what have I done to displease you?! They surely will expect me to explain stuff. Just peachy. I start drawing again, waiting 'till the teacher will start the lesson, while hoping they won't talk to me. Someone snatches away my paper, and I look up, more than irritated. The braided boy is holding it, looking at it carefully. "Give..that..back!" I growl. This is one of the only ways to get some reaction from me, snatching away my drawings. Last time it happened I spent a whole hour trying to get back my picture. When they finally decided it wasn't funny anymore, they burned it. But this time I get my pic back immediately. "You draw really cool! How long have you been doing over it anyway?" I sigh. The questioning. I glare at the clock in the front of the classroom. "3, 4 minutes." "No way!" The braided boy doesn't seem affected by my short answers. "Do you have more pics with you? Cause I love this one." He looks at me begging. I shrug, and open my notebook in the back, and give it to the boy. For a few moments, he is looking through them, silently. That's nice. As he wants to give some sort of comment again, the teacher starts talking. Finally. I take back my notebook from his hands, and start making notes, even though I know these grammar-rules already. Hopefully, they won't disturb me if I'm working. But just my luck, mister Hibson doesn't talk nearly as long as usually. Damnabbit. So I just start making exercises, like the good student I am. Braid-boy doesn't. "Could you show me more of your drawings? And what's your name, anyway? You haven't told us yet, did you?" I just look at him. "Lance." If he dares making a comment about that, I'll. I won't do a thing. I never do, except ignoring it. He doesn't. "I'm Duo, as you must have heard. Nice to meet you." The other two boys, who had been listening silently to 'our' conversation this long, open their mouths as well. "I'm Quatre, really nice to meet you Lance." "Wufei." I make a sound that kind of looks like hi, and bow my head to make exercises again. "She's just as conversational as Trowa or Heero, don't you think FeiFei?" So they know each other already? Even though they're from different countries. strange. Maybe they're staying at the same guesthouse or something. "Baka, shut up and let me work." The Chinese boy growls. I like him. He doesn't talk much. Duo shuts up for exactly 3 minutes, just long enough for him to write down the first question. Than he turns around again. Again, dear gods, why are you doing this to me? Luckily, he starts talking to Quatre, about being bored already, and wanting to get some food. Wufei snorts. "You're always hungry." "Hey, I'm a growing boy, I should eat! You should to, if you ever want to grow." I bow my head deeper, desperately trying to ignore their babbling voices, hoping they'll ignore me. "Hey Lance, at what time does the break begin?" I look up, glaring. Didn't he get the timetable of our classes or something? Like he read my mind, he continues: "They still have to give us the lists of classes, and some of our books." Now I notice he and Wufei are sharing their book. "The first is at 10.30, 30 minutes, and the second 13.15, an other 30 minutes." The braided boy blinks. "Wow, a whole sentence at once! Did it hurt?" I glare. They're starting already. Damnit, why didn't they just sit down somewhere else? "Autch, QUAT-re! Why did you do that?!" He glances at the blond boy, who's looking kind of disapproving at him. Seems like he kicked him or something. "You don't have to be so impolite to her, Duo. You aren't doing it to Trowa, and he's talking less, so why to her?" "I'm not impolite!" he sounds hurt, but he's still grinning. "I'm just making a joke. She understood that, right?" He looks at me like he wants an approval. Yeah right. I shrug again. This was going to be a very long day.