Hiya peoplez! *Ahem*
This is my pathetic attempt at writing my first story! So... umm... please review? I'll give you a cookie! Everyone loves cookies! *insert extremely smiley, smiley face*
Guys, who wants to do the disclaimer? *no one replies*
Paul: Fine. *glare glare glare* Luna no own Pokemon. *background giggles*
*Le me glares at the peoplez laughing* On with the story! :)
May's POV
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I lazily lifted my arm and slammed on the snooze button…
Beep. Beep. Beep.
…And automatically repeated that daily action.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Darn, third time already? Wait for it… 3… 2… 1…
SPLASH!
"Gah! Leaf, what are you doing?" I suddenly jerked up, shrieking and waking up Dawn who was peacefully sleeping on the bunk bed on top too.
"And this is how you kill two birds with one stone," the brunette declared philosophically, a gigantic smirk plastered on her face and an empty bucket in her hands. Seriously, why does everyone enjoy annoying me?
This is what, I, May Maple, an ordinary grade 9 high school student wake up to every single morning. Sincerely, after two long and more or less agonizing years of waking up each morning with Leaf, Misty and Dawn, I should have gotten used to it, or at least, developed a magical immunity to icy cold water.
Wait a moment… maybe I did. I have never gotten sick anymore, ever since grade 7, when I entered Rosella Academy, the most elite and prestigious boarding school ever in Hoenn, only for the richest and wealthiest families.
Dawn's POV
"So girlies," I asked between two small bites from my syrupy pancakes, "Are you excited for the Ceremony?"
Yes, the Ceremony. It's the one and only agonizing and dreadful Ceremony, in December. Every student in grade 9 gets assigned your best suited job, and the best possible partner for life. Since the beginning of time, or so they say, the Authority decides on your husband or wife, and your "best" suited job. Apparently, it would be a complete disaster if they let ourselves make this important decision.
"Of course not!" Leaf and May chorused.
True, the Ceremony was an anxious and stressful time. I mean, isn't your whole future based on their 14 years of "careful" observations and their brief minute-long speech?
"They better assign me as an international Olympic swimmer. I seriously don't care about anything else, as long as I get to be a swimmer, competing every day. If they don't, they are going to taste the hardest part of my mallet against their fragile skull," Misty joked around as she was eating a spoonful of Fruit Loops, making May giggle and choke on her gigantic pile of whipped cream, maple syrup and strawberries coated waffles.
None of us knew what "Olympic" was. It was just considered as the highest swimmer rank ever, way past lifeguard rank.
"Are you sure that's all you would like? What would you say if you got paired up with the most infamous player at Rosella ever, Gary Oak?" Leaf innocently asked, biting on her lips while May wrinkled her nose from the mention of that name. And I, Dawn, was trying hard to not fall of my chair from laughter.
"Ewww, no! Kill me now. Wait… let's just kill the Authority now!"Misty blurted out, completely disgusted. Gary had a really bad reputation in our small, cozy dorm. He once went out with May, and stole her first kiss on their first and last date. Our little May was completely broken, at that time, back in grade 7.
Leaf's POV
"Hello, class and welcome to your first English Literacy and Language Arts class of grade 9!" An elderly woman spoke joyfully with a heavy British accent. "My name is Mrs. Vanderfolle and we have two new students who shall be joining us for the rest of the year today," she said merrily, skipping around while gesturing at them. She seriously didn't need to do that, most of the girls in the class were already gawking and drooling at them since they stepped in, not to mention that the majority of the class were girls.
One of those two, Paul, had hair shade 42, which was very unusual. He scanned the room closely, the cold look never leaving his eyes, shade 48, and it almost made me shiver. His hands were always kept in his pockets, and from the moment I saw him, I knew he was a grumpy and anti-social person.
The other one, Drew, had a pale shade 24 colored hair and matching eyes. A smirk plastered on his face, he flipped his hair and made almost all the girls go gaga on him. Here, I say "almost", since only May, Dawn and I weren't drooling on him.
I sighed. Thankfully, May and Dawn were with me, in advanced English. Surprisingly, May made it into AP English. What could make this worse? Having Gary Oak, the playboy, sit right next to me. I still didn't forgive him for playing around with my best friend, and then throwing her away as if she was a broken toy. This year's English class was going to be so boring. But seriously, what else could make it worse?
May's POV
Drew.
He looks like such an arrogant person.
"Paul, you can sit… umm… next to the girl with the camera on her neck." Mrs Vanderfolle said as she gestured towards Dawn. "And Drew," she continued, glancing around the room. Her gaze landed on me. Noooo. "You can sit in the back, next to May. May, please raise your hand."
I half-heartedly raised my hand, and put it down, while my other hand was rapidly texting my friends.
To: Leaf, Dawn
From: May
Time: Sept 7 9:23
Nooooooo. Out of all the empty seats, Mrs Vander-whatcha-call-it decided to make him sit next to me.
To: May
From: Leaf
Time: Sept 7 9:24
Think of it this way, people would kill for your spot, just like how I would kill for a Nobel Peace Prize. Cheer up! ;)
To: May, Leaf
From: Dawn
Time: Sept 7 9:24
At least yours talk. Paul only frowns and ocasionnally, greuomps.
To: Dawn, Leaf
From: May
Time: Sept 7 9:25
Nice spelling, Dawn. Of course, yours "ocasionally greuomps"
To: May, Dawn
From: Leaf
Time: Sept 7 9:26
Keep talking chickas, I'll just go get a translator. I don't speak idiot. XD
"Hello, nice to meet you." Drew said. Even with my eyes on the 3D hologram screen on my watch, I knew he was smirking again.
I had 3 choices:
A) Ignore.
B) Make up a witty comeback.
C) Chat to him nicely.
I guess C)'s obviously out, which leaves me A) or B).
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
B) is out. A) is the winner.
While I was in mentally singing, it felt weird. I don't know why. Somehow, I felt Drew's gaze on me… for… at least five minutes, or so it felt like it. As if he was carefully observing a lab rat. No one ever stares at me. Seriously, I have to tell you, unlike him, I'm not stunning like the other girls in this class. I only have a normal shade 30 hair, and a usual shade 7 skin. My eyes are also very ordinary, a typical shade 28.
Oh well, there are already enough people who were either gawking at him longingly or struggling to keep themselves from drooling at him. There's no point in acknowledging him, one more or one less wouldn't matter much.
"Am I annoying or something?" he finally asked me, breaking the ominous silence before an argument.
I turned to him, my eyebrows knitted together, and slyly answered his question with another question, "Why would you think that?"
"Well, first of all, you don't seem to be very interested in me," he told me in a voice that sounded like a professor trying to make sense of a new discovery, as-if my disinterest was something mind-boggling and truly unexplainable.
"Not every girl is going to swoon at you. There's bound to be one who doesn't. Well, they do say to never underestimate human stupidity and that there's no vaccine against it."
Ignoring the ego-wounding comment, Drew pointed out, "There never has been." And there will never be, he will not let anyone change that fact.
Author's Note:
So… how was it? Like it? Dislike it? Don't mind me, I'd rather have someone who criticizes me to no end than someone who secretly hates it so much to the extent of murdering me in my sleep, although I doubt there's anyone like that. Oh well, just because I'm not paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me.
Oh, and just saying, I kinda inspired my story from Love Unexpected by Mademoisella. Ummm... *Awkwardly shifting my weight from my left foot to my right...* Don't get offended? :3
What's going to happen next? Is this the calm before a storm? What's the meaning behind shade 24 and shade 48? And what else is going to make Leaf worry more about May, her almost-sister? Seriously, they are only best friends because their moms wouldn't be able to handle them as sisters. ;)
- LunaTheMagicHoneyB