Chapter 1

Damn. I've been having that same dream for the past week now. It's really bugging me. I wiped my strawberry-colored bangs out of my eyes and climbed out of bed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I jumped at the sound of my alarm. One thing that was on my new-year's resolution was as follows:

Work on my coordination.

Now you can probably guessed what happened. For you thick-headed bakas: I fell.

"Daijobu deska, Ichigo-chan?" my mom called up to me. Sounds like she's in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Yeah, mom." I replied. "Except for my ass." I mutter under my breath.

"The quit goofing off. Get read of school and come down. Breakfast is almost read."

"Hai, okaa-san."

What do ya know? I was right.

I slipped of my pajamas and put on the dull, grey, and black uniform. I put my hair up in pigtails using red ribbons to keep them up. After I was done dressing, I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"About time. If you don't hurry, you're gonna be late." my mom said right when I sat down at my place at the table.

'Forget about breakfast then' I thought to myself as I got up from the table and went to the front door to put my shoes on.

"What about breakfast, Ichigo?" my mom asked from the kitchen.

"I'm gonna be late!" I shout as I run out the door and down the street. 'I'm so gonna be late! Shirogane-sensi is gonna have my head! I can't afford to be late! If I am, I'll get detention! I can't have detention! I'll ruin my record! Ack! I'm almost there!'

I run into the school as if Hades himself was chasing me. I was so close to the classrom when I ran into someone. Me being my clumsy self, I fell on top of the person I ran into. Both of out stuff went flying across the hall. When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was how close our lips were.

I scrambled off of the person, muttering apologies and how stupid of a klutz I am to not notice someone walking towards me. I bent down to start picking up our dropped things, when I heard someone chuckling. One that was masculine. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember why. And it was coming from above me.

I looked down to see black and white Etnies. Followed by blue jeans and further up still to see a black t-shirt with "Keep staring. I might do a trick." written in white. I looked up to see forest green hair, golden eyes, and an all-knowing smirk.

"I told you." was the last thing I heard before falling into the land of unconsiousness.

A/N: So sorry to anyone that was reading "Lost and Found Love". I deleted it so I could rewrite it, which was a terrible mistake on my part. Please see my profile for info on...stuff.

Rember the two R's!

ChristianGal