A/N: Oh God, not another story to neglect. Just kidding. I got my labtop back, so now I will be starting and finishing alot more stories. Also, this fanfic has nothing to do with the book wintergirl, I just love crossed-out text :))
Disclaimer: Geez, and all this time I thought this was fanfiction . net
I've already given up on having matching socks. Every time I get a new pair, one of the two socks goes missing in my closet and never returns. Correction, my dump site. The streets are made of panties and shorts, the buildings are made of tank tops, sweaters, t-shirts, and blouses I never wear. The hills are made of lacey orange and yellow bras, and the mountains of old jeans that are fashionable, but way too tight. The socks are lonely people, with no match, no perfect partner, so most of them are hookers, hopping from one sock to the next. I don't care if my socks match anymore, as long as they both fit on my feet.
"Rin, get down here now! You'll be late for school!" my dad yells down the stairs.
"I'm coming!" I yell back.
"That's what she said!" my twin brother, Len, yells from his room.
"Oh, shut up, turd!" I yell back at him. Finally I find a pair of socks that aren't those damned ankle socks all mothers seem to buy for their children. I put them on, grab my backpack and labtop, and rush downstairs.
"So I'm a poop?" Len walks up beside me and asks.
"Yes, a giant one that clogs the toilet!" I pronounce, proud of myself for the crude comment.
"How lady-like of you," Len commented with a smirk.
"Shut it, brats, we're going to be late. Now, don't embarrass me in front of my friends, got it?" Our older sister, Gumi, glares at us. Today is our first day of highschool, Len and I are fourteen. Gumi is sixteen and a sophomore.
Gumi sits in the front seat of my dad's wicked expensive, sleek black SUV. Len sits next to me in the back, tugging at my hair and saying my name multiple times like a second grader just to annoy me. I turn and stare out the window, the whole world turning into a blur of blue sky, white houses, red and gray roofs, and multi-colored cars. I watch the whole world melt together, just like that. Melt into nothingness. I wish I could melt into that world, but I don't seem to fit right.
"Hey, brat, we're here!" Gumi yells at me. I look over at Len and he looks at me in an apologetic way for some reason. I slowly get out of the car, wondering how twenty minutes could just pass by like that.
The world scares me.
We walk up to the gates and dad drives away. By the time we are at the stairs, We've already lost Gumi to her 'friends' – a cute, tall boy with shaggy dark blue hair, Another boy that looks like him with red hair, a girl with wavy bubblegum pink hair and beautiful blue eyes, a boy that looks like her twin, a strange looking guy with long purple air, a boy with short brown hair and eyes that I recognize as Meito from when he slept over our house when our parents were gone (Gumi's a whore, I could hear them all night), and a girl with short brown hair and eyes, and a very… large chest….well, no point in sweetening it. She has disgustingly big boobs.
"Hi-Hi! Len-Len! Rin-Rin!" Our friend Miku calls out to us, dragging her brother behind her. Miku has long aqua hair pulled into two twin tails, and large aqua/azure doe eyes. Her brother, Mikuo, has the same aqua hair, but shorter and a little shaggy(but very neat and cute), and the same, big, aqua, doe eyes.
"Sup? Aren't you excited? It's highschool! We're in highschool! We made it!" Miku grabs my hands and throws them all around. Honestly, I don't like Miku very much. She's always too happy. It bugs me, but sometimes she can really cheer me up.
"Miku-nee, stop it, you're bothering Rin," Mikuo taps his sister on the shoulder, and she puts at him. Isn't she supposed to be the older twin?
Speaking of twins, this highschool is all twins. Oh? I forgot to tell you? This is a special school for all twins. Gumi has a twin, Gumiya, who is also our older brother, if you are too dumb to tell. Sorry, that was a little harsh. But Gumiya is unfortunately too sick to go to school today.
My stomach growls, and I pull out an orange, peel it, then eat it.
I haven't eaten in four days.
I'm not hungry.