Bah, my first attempt at being serious, and HOLY TUNA I've been watching too much Ryohgo Narita-based animuz lately. Anyway, Vocaloid (c) YAMAHA and Luka & Miku are (c) Crypton. Have fun reading, don't forget to review. The next chapter will be longer, I swear.

There was once a girl with hair the color of cotton candy.

She was not usual or unusual, and a good word to describe her was "statistic number". Her name was Luka Megurine, and despite the meaning of the name, no one paid her attention. Despite her hair, the color of cotton candy, Luka Megurine was a statistic number.

" Do you want to play blocks?" the goofily grinning little girl in a pinafore asked, her shoulder-length aqua hair tied in high, comical-looking pigtails. She had a small jumble of alphabet blocks cradled in her arms.
" Sure," Luka replied, setting down the picture book she had desperately been trying to read. Even though she was in kindergarten, Luka wanted to be able to read, so she could understand all the magazines at the grocery store checkout. They looked terribly interesting, and she wanted to know if they really were.
Miku Hatsune, otherwise known as an aqua-haired girl with a constant grin, plopped down next to Luka and shoved the blocks in front of her and Luka. She scrutinized several of them, as though searching for microscopic flaws, then pushed them over to Luka.
" You can have those! I don't like the ones with numbers," she stated matter-of-factly. "Now, let's build a house with them! Then we can get some lego-people from the boys or something!" Luka smiled.
" Alright!"

I actually wanted to do the lion puzzle with Haku.

" Woooow, Luka! You read saooo much! I can't even finish a picture book!" Miku exclaimed, hovering next to Luka's seat. Luka looked over to her, and smiled.
" Maybe you should try!" she teased cheerfully. Miku crooked her eyebrow.
" Whyyyy? The teacher just makes us read boring stuff anyway!" Luka chuckled, and Miku giggled. At that point, the laughter could not stop- they began laughing like maniacs, struggling to form half-coherent jokes about the math textbooks they so hated already.
" Ne- Neru, please give that back!" they heard a soft, plaintive voice call out from across the room. Haku, a girl unusually tall for her age, was pleading desperately with the (much shorter) Neru Akita to please, please would you kindly give that hair ribbon back? Miku pressed her lips into a thin line, and speedwalked over to the situation.
" Neru! Give that back to Haku, right now! She's gonna cry if you don't!" she snapped, hands on her hips, probably imagining herself as some sort of wild classroom vigilante. It was true; tears were collecting on the edges of Haku's red, red eyes. Neru stuck her tongue out.
" Haku's a big crybaby anyway! I bet she's lying about how old she is and she really got held back from second grade in her old school because she was a stupid!" Neru shouted, and Luka felt something twist inside of her when the other kids began laughing. Miku's normally happy face transformed into a scowl- and she decked Neru right in the face. The other classmates just laughed even harder. Neru's face registered shock, and after a moment she started sobbing.
" I was gonna give it back!" she wailed, rubbing her eyes. And that laughter? It got louder, and louder, it felt like it was gnawing at her chest and trying to drag her under the table... Luka stood up and yelled a grown up word she'd heard before:
"SHUT THE HELL UP!"
The teacher, who had just gotten back from the semi-important matter of turning in report card grades, had walked in at that precise moment.
And out of the corner of her eye, Luka saw Miku suppress a laugh.

" Nothing interesting has happened to Luka Megurine since 1st grade."
At Christmas that year, Luka's grandmother had bought her a journal, and that was the only entry inside of it, written neatly on the front page. Now fifteen, Luka was not noticeable in any way- plain grades, clothes. Even her hair seemed plain, and in truth she hated it. The one part of her anyone would ever notice simply faded into everything else, and she looked completely unremarkable.
In fifth grade, Luka had gotten glasses. Of course, she couldn't pick them out- no, no, her mother had to, because it was obvious a fifth grader would make a horrible mistake if she picked out her own glasses! And so she had a pair of thick, wire-framed monstrosities Miku kindly referred to as "kinda old lookin'."
Miku.
Over the years, Luka had gotten the distinct feeling that Miku didn't even notice her any more. After all, Miku was... popular. She referred to everyone the same way, talked to them the same way, even if they were new (maybe it was that feeling of warmth she always talked with that made her so popular in the first place?). So Luka was just an "everyone else" to her, as well. She didn't really care.
" And then, get this, Haku gets out a bottle of-"
" Miku."
Luka looked down at her English homework, trying very hard to ignore what she had just done- interrupt one of Miku's party stories. But Haku was her friend, and she didn't want people to make fun of her. Not everyone was as warm as Miku thought they were.
Miku switched to a different story, and Luka continued her homework.

" What was that about?" a random member of Miku's posse asked. Most of them knew nothing of Luka- she didn't ever do anything. Miku shrugged.

" I think I knew her from somewhere."

In another place, suffice to say a boy with strange hair was checking his text messages. Upon seeing a certain one, his face split into a grin.

" It's starting soon, then..."