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Prologue
I would often hear his name. In hallways, classrooms, girls' washroom, heck, even in my own house! It was like a norm, an unspoken agreement to at least mutter such 'divine' name such as his. Well, unfortunately for me, I was utterly, downright ignorant of this so-called norm. You could say I was a social deviant, an outcast, a pariah or whatever you call a person who 'violated' the norm. But at least no one really noticed the 'grave sin' I committed since I was practically invisible to everyone, well except for my bestfriend who was with me through thick and thin. I was a bacterium and she was an egg cell because if you squint and look carefully, you could see her. She, at least, had a presence unlike poor microscopic me. But I decided, if I was a bacterium I would be an E. coli. You know, the serotype one so I could cause food poisoning and no one would dare to underestimate us little yet totally vicious E. coli again. Okay, so maybe E. coli are really not that dangerous like I would want to, heck, they are even part of our gut flora and food poisoning is not really a serious offense nowadays since, well, we are in the 21st century, surely they formulated drugs for food poisoning with all these modern technology and stuff. I mean-
Was I spouting nonsense again?
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Sigh. I seriously need to stop that.
Like I was saying (before I started ranting about my -ahem- hidden desire of being a certain rod-shaped bacterium), I was deprived of the 'sought-after' attention of the school's population. Well, I don't really care so sue me. I'm not the type to bawl my eyes out, kneel until my knees bleed and beg even an ounce of their attention. Sorry, but I don't swing that way. I was perfectly contented at my place in the social hierarchy. Yeah, I was on rock bottom and I was happy about it. Getting back on the topic about him, I would often hear his name yet I didn't really know him. I didn't even know what he looked like but from the cutesy giggles I often hear when girls were talking about him, I have no doubt he was good-looking, a good-for-nothing, good-looking player. I was not judgemental, I had evidence. First, I had watched a lot of teen flicks so I know how high school rolls. Okay, so maybe that was me stereotyping, but note this, one time I heard girls talking about him then some kind of schedule then taking turns. I mean, what was that? It was suspicious and if you actually connect the dots, you would form these conclusions:
1. He had schedule of girls who would be his 'playmate of the day' and,
2. The whole female student population of our well-respected school (except my bestfriend and I) was okay with it and willing to take turns.
What kind of logic was that anyway? It may be overrated but I would still say it, women should be treated with utmost respect. As for women, we should be wary of our actions and use our rights as a human being. We are not some kind of Barbie doll which you can play with then toss aside when you already got bored. Okay, so maybe guys aren't really into Barbie unless of course if he is batting for the other team. Anyway, you get my idea. All I was saying is that women are equals of men. That's right, go feminism! Susan B. Anthony would be so proud!
Wait. I did it again, didn't I?
I seriously have a short attention span.
On the contrary of what I was saying earlier, I never once heard someone speak ill about him. Maybe he's really a good, misunderstood (by me) guy, or maybe not. Perhaps they were blinded by his influence -ahem- and good looks. Perhaps that was the reason they were sticking by his side and praising him even behind his back. Heh, that must be it. Having a schedule of girls to play with is definitely not in the definition of a nice guy. Even Noah Webster agreed with me and trust him on this, he was just the one who published a freaking English dictionary!
Ugh. I'm getting sidetracked again!
Focus, brain. Focus.
Okay, so I had a not-so-pleasant opinion of him, so what? It's not like I'm going to be included in his schedule or something. Remember, in these past years of my high school life I was a microscopic bacterium. Not seen, not noticed and I planned to stay like that until I graduate. There was no way he would be aware of my presence now.
But boy, I was wrong.
Who would have thought that I, Rin Otosaki, should be destined as a bacterium for the rest of her high school life, would have her share of the limelight. And let me tell you, it was epidemic.
I blame all of this to you.
This is the story of my pathetic attempt to survive my last year in this hierarchical makeshift society formally called as high school.
Oh joy.
A/N: Thanks for reading! By the way, Rin's surname here is from the 'Suki Kirai' novel.
Anyway, I hope you'll leave a review.
P.S. This was something I saw in one of the exhibits during our college week. It really amused me. Here, have at look at this sexy E. coli hahaha - fs49/f/2009/226/b/5/Model_Organisms_E_coli_by_
Credits to the owner of this picture. (*＾∀ﾟ)ъ