His Fame, Her Self
Genre: Drama/ Romance
Summary-Rima Touya is a low class girl with a scholarship in a rich elite high school called Knight Academy, filled with rich kids, who hate her! She just wants to finish her schoolwork to graduate high school and become an artist! Unfortunately, Senri Shiki, the most popular boy in the elite academy of snobby rich kids and the known world that has his face on a magazine cover, is interested in the outcast Rima Touya and kinda stalking her...for some reason. Could it be her oversized clothing attire, or her messy hair, or her thickly framed goggles? As she tries to be distant with Senri Shiki, her family and friends push her toward him. Could something start? Or just make the Touya female hate the rich society even more?
Walking through the hall filled with lockers, my black sneakers skidded through the tiled floor with my bored azure eyes holding sudden disinterest in the emptiness of the corridor.
The outcast of the prestigious academy of nothing but snobby, rich kids; I wasn't born with blue blood flowing through my veins or eating escargot with a silver spoon in my mouth. All I did was work my bookwork brain to the point of obtaining a scholarship. Yay me!
The first day I transferred into this school, where nothing but heirs and heiress are at every corner. I turned left and began looking at the room numbers, seeking for the one that matched my schedule. I finally found it! Room 243; Physics with someone by the name of Ling. I exhaled a breath as I turned the golden knob to open the door.
The entire room was filled with students wearing designer brands that I couldn't pronounce, let alone afford. All of them chattering in their own tribes; not noticing my presence. I thought they would have noticed me by the lack of color in my clothes, or the large, round shaped glasses covering most of my face. I sneaked to the back of the room, focusing on the floor even though I doubt by now anyone would notice my low-income appearance.
I sat in the desk that was farthest from the board and closest to the window. I took out a book from my book bag as I sunk my shoulders down to the table, looking like a turtle deciding weather or not to poke its head out. Reading five pages later, I felt a group of eyes burning into my face, as I was resisting my curiosity to see the owners of those making me uncomfortable.
Curse my eyes! I looked up to see a group of boys staring at me in a three-desk radius from my own. All of them were staring at me as though I was part of the circus freak show! I felt uneasy as I narrowed my eyes back down to the book; they were staring at me like I was the first and only girl to ever enter a classroom! I'm no feminist but the revolutionary on women's rights already made me be in this room!
Something hit my head. A filler paper compressed sphere landed on top of my desk. I looked up to see the clan of girls sitting on their desks, quickly turning their heads away from me and were unsuccessful in stifling their giggles. Fortunately, I'm mature enough to ignore the Brand Name girls who are probably unable to tell the difference between a chicken and a turkey. I lowered my eyes and dodged a couple of crumpled balls of paper. I felt for the first time the anticipation for the teacher to pass through the door and the wish of a thousand anvils piercing through the girls' empty skulls.
The doorknob clicked and everyone immediately sat in the nearest desk. The teacher entered the room with a briefcase at hand; he was tall with black eyes and hair that had a few strands of white hair. He wore an elegant suit and black shiny shoes that I expected to see another set of clothes in his brief case. To my disappointment, it held a planner book, laptop, and a clutter of papers.
He cleared his throat, "Good morning, class. We have a new student attending our beloved academy. Please, rise and introduce yourself."
Oh no! I sunk my body lower into my seat even though I knew I would never disappear, unless by some miracle. I lifted my navy orbs to have all eyes on me! How I hated being in center stage! My efforts were useless as the teacher raised his dark eyebrow-probably a warning to all his students. I rose to my feet and looked at the teacher; it was the only way for me to ignore the other thousand eyes that seemed to view me as a rare species to come across.
I opened my mouth and spoke softly, "I'm Rima Touya." I automatically sat down in my seat.
,"Is there anything else we should know about you, Miss Touya?" The teacher looked at me, as though he was trying to see what made me tick or what was my weakness to get me out of this classroom less than five minutes into school.
,"Other than she's not rich!" a voice spoke from across the room, making the entire class erupt into a cluster of laughter than seemed to bust my right eardrum. I imagined that lightening struck the stupid person who didn't know anything about me.
The teacher glared at the students, "Silence!" His voice boomed so loudly that it not only silenced the classroom but the dead souls within the cemetery. His eyes darted to the textbook in front of the podium, "Open to page 648, where we will be learning about Newton's dynamical equations."
A series of sounds that included the slamming of textbooks onto desks and the turning of pages was made as I reached for my textbook within my book bag. This is going to a fun school year…in Hell!
It was already lunch, and I was more relieved. I decided not to eat lunch in the cafeteria since I would be eating alone. Instead I dragged my legs as far as I could from anyone who was rich and arrogant as they come, into the music room. It took a number of steps to get to seclusion, but I manage to pull it off in just four hours and two minutes into school.
I entered the room, with a tray of my lunch in my hand and my eyes examining for anyone who was in the room before me. Shutting the door quietly, I placed my tray of food on the closed hood of the grand piano that stood out of the darken music room. I ate my salad and sandwich in a rather bored manner, and threw the trash into the nearest bin in the room.
I sat on the piano bench and opened the lid to trace my fingers on the ivory keys; playing a few notes. I noticed how polished the black piano was as I saw my own reflection of my cobalt eyes hidden by my thickly framed glasses, my messy reddish yellow locks held by a tiny black scrunchie with pieces of hair smudging my vision and pale skin. My clothing consisted of an oversized t-shirt and sweater and baggie jeans that hid my body.
I diverted to the ivory keys of the instrument as I shut my eyes playing a musical piece by memory. My fingers moved naturally to the vertical white and black keys, though I didn't peek at my appendages.
I hated how I looked and that was the reason I shut my eyes from the reflective dark piano. I looked like the most hideous creature on earth that would make Medusa turn into stone instead. I despised my appearance as much as my complete knowledge of almost every subject. I hated myself from my appearance down to my eager ability to learn.
I withheld my fingers from touching another key as I opened my eyes to see my audience of one. He leaned against the door and had just entered with his hands in his expensive jeans pockets. His silver-blue eyes were slightly hidden by his disheveled reddish-brown hair, but were visible enough for me to see him and vice versa.
I rose from the bench, reaching for my bag.
,"You don't have to stop…" I lifted my head to see the boy. He was in my Physics class this morning; if I'm correct, he was with the boys who amazingly saw a girl enter a classroom. To my hypotheses, he is probably the son of a famous business company or financial company by the golden thread stitched to his jeans.
My mouth stayed shut as I looked between my book bag and the grand piano. The screeching bell rang, indicating that lunch was over. My arm moved to the bag, slinging it over my shoulder and walking toward the door. He didn't move aside, but stared at me; examining me like a test subject.
I mentally cursed my luck, "Excuse me…" It was a few moments after he moved aside, allowing me to pass through the door. I walked to my next class: Art Room 256 with someone named Matsushita.
,"I'll be back class." A short thin woman in department store jeans, shirt, and sneakers left the room, "Continue your work. I won't be gone for too long." Her footsteps faded down the hall, indicating the other students to begin talking due to the teacher's absence. I rolled my eyes as I continued to paint, with my brush twirling in grey paint on my palette. I carefully stroked the brush to create a dimensional effect on the painting, trying not to stain my clothes or destroy my artwork. I looked down at my palette to see the grey begin to disappear; I moved to the table with all the paints to squeeze a grey and black bottle onto my palette.
Returning to my corner, with my stool I found the boy who entered the music room while I was playing. He studied my incomplete painting in deep thought with those silvery eyes of his. I almost forgot that he was also in this class.
I cleared my throat to catch his attention, which worked as he looked at me, "Sorry. I was just looking at your painting." He allowed me back to my stool, but didn't leave instead he looked over my shoulder as I was continuing to paint. For some reason, his breath on my neck made me feel tense and awkward.
,"You're an amazing painter." Sarcasm? I turned to look at him as he was staring at my painting and me. I couldn't decipher weather what he was saying was true or just a fake compliment, "I can see many things from this."
I whispered, "No you can't." It was just a painting; something that was merely observed and admired, not to see the artist's emotions or heart.
,"No, he's right!" Matsushita popped from out of nowhere, "There are a lot of things I see here…" She paused for a moment," Sadness…Despair…Sorrow…Loneliness…and something else…"
What was she talking about? It's just a eerie picture my subconscious dark thoughts, that didn't included murder, blood or gore, but the pure darkness of one's true heart. Every heart in every being was darker than the night and eviler than the fires of Hell. What they are saying isn't even clos-
,"Pain." I turned to see his eyes staring at my painting than at me.
This is my first fanfic on Vampire Knight, so please be gentle. I've had this idea for some time, but got caught on deciding weather or not to post this before school started on Monday, so I hope you enjoy it!