First days were the worst, not sure what exactly you're doing unsure where to go and needing people around to ask questions. Haruka hated first days. She parked her car in the student's lot and headed for the door. A new school was exactly what she needed Haruka thought as she held the door for the few students behind her. An aqua haired beauty the only one of the group to say thank you. Haruka headed for the office.
'You're Haruka Tenoh.' The admissions secretary beamed.
'Yes.' Haruka replied.
'I've seen all of your races, you're amazing.' The secretary continued moving Haruka's name to the front of the list. Happy she wouldn't have to wait long Haruka flirted wit the secretary a little more before her name was called.
'Good morning Miss Tenoh.' The admissions director said, his rough exterior not matching the kindness in his voice.
'Good morning.'
'You've been invited to this school because of your dancing abilities.' The director said looking over Haruka's transcripts. 'These grades are impressive. I haven't been able to see any of your performances on the dance floor but to be honest Miss Tenoh; I never miss one of your races.' Haruka smiled in thanks. 'We have a motor cross team here, I'm sure they'd be thrilled to have you.'
'I'll look into that.'
'Do.' The director stressed. 'Here is your class schedule, along with a map and list of extra curricular activities. I hope you enjoy here Amara.' The director smiled at her using her given name.
'Thank you.' Haruka took the information from the director and excused herself from the office. She walked by the secretary and gave her a nod. The secretary blushed with delight. Haruka glanced at the map then to her schedule, her first class was a study spare so she headed for the library. Haruka sat in a small booth her lap top screen flashing as she checked her many e-mails. 'That's Haruka Tenoh' she heard the girls chatting behind her 'he's the most impressive racer. I just love him'. Haruka smiled, she was often confused for a boy. The way she dressed and held herself was a common defiant, combined with her love of motor cross and track most people just assumed she was a he. Haruka rarely corrected them. Haruka was very young when she started in the world of motor cross; she was six years old when her father took her to her first race. She was seven when she started racing herself. She'd always kept her hair short and found she connected with boys more then girls she'd tried dating boys but always found there was no spark. Her first girlfriend was in the seventh grade, Amara was heart broken when the girl decided she liked boys more and left Amara for Benji. Benji was Amara's best friend and only partner in motor cross. After that Haruka stayed to herself, she no longer answered to Amara and dropped everything that had made her happy, everything except racing. Grade eight started dark for Haruka, everyone in the school now knew she was a lesbian and people couldn't help but poke fun at her. She ignored them the best she could and poured herself into her studies. It was then she met Madam Kalem. Madam Kalem was opening a dance school. 'You're so graceful Amara. I'd like you to dance in my class.' Haruka had never done anything to feminine, her mother begged her to give it a try and to satisfy that request Haruka started dance. By the end of the school year Haruka was a motor cross genius but Amara was a dance prodigy. Haruka held both identities through grade nine and when she was offered the option to attend the prestigious Royal Branch High School for gifted students she finally saw an exit. Her parents were not thrilled about sending their daughter to school in another country but Haruka begged them, 'the people at that school don't know me. I can start over' she'd said. 'But Amara it's so far away.'
'Exactly.'
'you have to promise to call every day.'
'yes mom I'll call every day.'
'we'll miss you Mare'
'I'll miss you to dad. But I need this.'
Her parents had driven down with her a week before class was to start to help her settle into her place. At sixteen she was living alone and never happier.
'Excuse me.' The words broke though Haruka's memories, she looked up to see a blond haired girl beaming.
'Yes.'
'Are you Haruka Tenoh?"
'I am." Haruka answered annoyed.
'I'm a huge fan.'
'Thanks.' Haruka said standing and closing her lap top.
'I hope we have some classes together.'
'You never know.' Haruka turned and headed for the door. She paused only to listen to the group of girls sigh and giggle. Haruka's first real class was math. She loved math, so perfect. There was no question to the problems. There was only one answer, it was black and white no middle ground. Math was Haruka. Lunch came to quickly and Haruka headed once more to the library with hope of being left alone. She wasn't to lucky, there in the library was the same group of girls from before. The blond darted over the minute Haruka entered the library.
'You're in my Math class.' The girl said her voice so high it almost hurt.
'Am I.'
'Yes, you sit next to me didn't you notice?'
'I must not have. Sorry.' Haruka pushed softly by the girl and sat in the same secluded booth as before. She opened her computer and began typing.
'What are you working on?' the blond asked.
'That really isn't any of your business.' Haruka said sharply.
'I'm Mina.'
'Ok.'
'Those girls are my friends.' Mina pointed to the table of giggling girls.
'Yes.'
'That's Rei; she's here because she's a psychic. Next to her is Ami, she's a genius, then there's Lita world class cook and then there's me. I'm here because I'm famous.'
'For what?'
'Have you heard of Sailor V?'
'No.' Haruka answered honestly. Mina looked shocked and stood back, her hand on her chest. 'Should I have?'
'I, I'm famous.'
'Yes you mentioned that.' Haruka said straight. 'is that all? I'm rather busy.'
'Yes.' Mina turned and sulked back to the table where her friends began to comfort her. 'He'll be mine just you wait.' She commented to Rei who had a loose arm around her friend. Haruka frowned and continued on her work. Creating a new dance was hard; it was harder with all the distractions and even more when she didn't know the music. 'A girl named Michelle Kaioh will be writing it for you Amara. She's a world renown violinist.' The arts director had told her in an email. 'design what you can for the show case and we'll work on it together when the two of you start in August.'
The end of the day came slower then lunch had. Spanish, English and Social filled the afternoon and the new curriculum was nearly too much for Haruka to handle. 'I'll drop Spanish tomorrow' she thought as she entered the ladies change room. She pulled out her tights and changed quickly. She pinned back her bangs and locked the rest of her things before heading for the dance studio.
'Amara Tenoh, this is Michelle Kaioh.' The art director introduced the aqua haired girl standing on the stage with a violin in her hands.
'Hi.' Haruka said sharply.
'Good afternoon.' Michelle answered with a shy smile. 'I have to say I'm guilty of not having anything prepared. I wasn't sure what kind of dancing you did. I need to see something before I can write anything for you.'
'That's fine.' Haruka said taking first place and moving slowly into the dance she's been visioning. She was half way through her moment when she noticed a melody from the violin on the stage. A beautiful sweet sound that filled the room, it made Haruka dance softer and lighter.
'Just beautiful.' The art director smiled clapping her hands for both the girls. 'I'll leave you to practice. I see you don't really need my help.'
'That was nice.' Haruka said stretching her legs against the ballet bar.
'You dance so wonderfully.' Michelle said softly putting her violin back into it's case.
'Thank you.'
'I guess I'll see you tomorrow.' Michelle said gathering her books and turning to the door.
'How are you getting home?' Haruka asked.
'Walk. It's not too far.'
'Hold on, I'll drive you.'
'Thank you. That would be great.' Michelle waited while Haruka changed and was surprised when the feminine dancer emerged as the boyish figure before her.
'Ready?' Haruka asked.
'Yes.'
'Where did you learn to play like that?' Haruka asked pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street.
'My father, he was a violinist also.' Michelle answered staring out the window. There was a long silence when Michelle finally spoke, her voice soft and shy 'Amara where did you learn to dance like that?'
'Haruka.'
'Sorry?'
'I hate to be called Amara. Call me Haruka please. I don't think I learned to dance like that. I think it was always just inside me.'
'I wish I could move like that.'
'You play so beautifully Michelle, you move people like that.' Haruka said pulling up to the dorms where Michelle lived.
'Thank you.' Michelle smiled her face pink from the compliment Haruka had paid her. 'I'll see you tomorrow.' Haruka nodded and watched as Michelle left the car and walked to the doors. Haruka didn't leave until she was sure Michelle was in and safe.
