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This is my first fanfiction…I know most people write in 3rd person when it comes to fanfiction, but I just can't do that. It's so so sooo much easier for me to write in 1st person. Anyways, I know this first chapter is a bit..well small and not that great. But I promise it will get better in time. This chapter is kinda just like a test. I was also trying out a certain writing style (that I don't think portrays too well online o-o) I'm writing Chapter 2 right now, and my writing is much more descriptive, and…to put it frankly, better lol. So, just saying, if you recognize that this chapter isn't very well written, it is merely just the test subject. The following chapters will be better. :o

With all that being said, (and I hope you guys actually read that since its…kinda important xD er to me it is atleast o-o)

Enjoy?

The beeping startles me. I'm so lost in sleep that I first think its part of my dream. Although as I painfully rip open my eyelids (maybe a bit too gruesome?), whatever 'dream' I was having immediately slips away from my mind.

The first thing my eyes fall upon is a horizontal wall. Blurred white, bombards my vision and I shut my eyes back closed.

School.

That word, is like a monster, dragging me down into the depths of hell.

The anticipation of what will happen makes me feel worse than usual.

The blankets seem inviting, safe. So I try my best to forget about school, and snuggle deeper into the big fluff of warmth that is covering me.

… And then my eyes shoot back open.

Stumbling over to the sad excuse for a mirror that sits smack dab in the middle of my tiny, white room, I brace myself for the thing I'm afraid will be staring back.

Oh lovely, lovely. I've got bags under my eyes, a little bit of dried up drool on my chin, and then there's my hair.

Oh geez, my hair. You'd think that sense I keep it short, it'd be easy to manage.

What a lie.

Scoffing, I blankly run through my morning cycle, erasing the fact that I am probably going to be late, from my mind.

Shower. Get dressed. Put books in bag. Breakfeast?

I look at the clock.

Guess I can do without food this morning.

I grab my brush on the way out, and I am officially on my way.

The minute I open the door, I am smacked in the face, by the bitter cold.

What a wonderful greeting you've done this morning, weather.

One, two, three. One two, three. One, two, three.

Counting my steps is a nice distraction. I continue like that all the way to school.

Upon entering the school yard, I remember the brush in my hand.

Shit. I must look like a lion.

Hastily bringing the brush up to my hair, I do a few strokes before looking at my reflection in the glass door.

It'll have to do.

I smooth my hair out before pushing the large door open (with some trouble I might add).

This time, it's warmth that greets me, and I have to say, I'm quite pleased to see it.

Or…feel it I should say.

No time to think about my 5 senses, I've barely been in the school for a minute before I spot a figure running down the hall.

Running towards me.

"Rukia!" Momo shouts.

Now that caught me by surprise.

She's a good friend and all, but first name basis? Something must be up. And I have a feeling I already know what it is.

"What's up Hinamo—whoa!"

And I am embraced into a giant hug.

So…I wasn't expecting that. At all.

"Rukia, are you ok? I heard what happened…" she trailed off, still firmly holding onto me.

Ah, yes…I should've known. Still, why act like it's a big deal? I mean, it's really not. Really.

So I play the dumb card.

"What happened…?" I repeat her question in the most innocent voice I can muster.

Finally she releases me. Take in the fresh air! My lungs need it after that.

She gives me a concerned look.

"What?" I say again. Just play dumb, Rukia, just play dumb.

"With…with Kurosaki …" she mumbles, all of a sudden seeming uncomfortable.

Crap. She just had to say it. I was hoping for her to kind of... change the subject. Well, that's fine. I can deal with this.

"Ichigo? Oh please, it's not even a big deal" Ok, so that was a lie.

"Rukia…you don't have to act tough.." she tells me, staring at her feet.

"I'm not acting tough Hinamori. Really, what happened between Ichigo and I was no big deal. It happens to a lot of couples. I am perfectly okay with everyth—"

"Oh, Kurosaki-kun! You're so funny!"

Yeah, there goes my 'blow it all off' plan.

Hinamori looks up, startled. She whips her head around and then she is looking at the same sight as me.

This really can't be good for me. Seeing this. Seeing Ichigo. Seeing Inoue. Seeing them together, at her locker.

Seeing him lean into her.

Seeing her head swing back, bright orange locks flailing in all different directions.

Her giggling reaches its peak. He probably told some stupid joke.

Seeing his grin, his satisfaction.

That grin used to be for me.

And without warning, I feel something warm. Salty. My eyes become blurry.

I blink back my tears. Compose myself, in a matter of seconds, before Momo turns around.

Smiled plastered back on my face, I am looking in a completely different direction by the time her eyes have settled on me.

I am looking at…

I am looking at a bright yellow poster.

Brighter than any yellow I've ever seen before. The words are still all a blur, but that's only because of the distance this time.

"What does that say?" I choke out, astonished by my sudden raspy voice.

Clearing my throat, I walk over to the poster.

I hear Momo's uneasy footsteps behind me.

SCIENCE FAIR – TEAM UP WITH SOMEONE

"Oh, we should be partners for this!" I exclaim suddenly.

She must be looking at me like I'm crazy. Me? Science? Those are two things that absolutely do not fit together in any scenario.

But I needed a distraction, and I found one, in the form of a big, yellow, Science poster.

Before she has the chance to answer, I spin around and face her.

"Come on, we're going to be late to class!" This is not me. Confident, excited, bubbly.

Who is this intruder?

Whoever she is, she is a major help. I think I'll keep her around a while longer.

I keep my eyes focused ahead of me. I don't notice the blur of orange on my right. I don't notice the drop in their conversation right when I walk by.

I am smiling, still smiling. I don't care about what happened. Uncaring. I am uncaring.

It may be a lie, but I'll wear it for now.

I breeze into History, and take my seat. Not even enough time to pull out my binder and Soi Fon-sensei already starts talking.

No, I should say yelling.

At?

Do I really want to know?

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I lift up my head.

Keigo Asano. The true definition of a Class Clown.

The curiosity I had just moments ago, slips away and I look back down at my now pulled out sheet of paper.

Whatever he does, whether it's singing some inappropriate song, to making a perverted comment about some girl, Soi Fon-sensei always gets him. Always.

A strong woman, if I've ever seen one. Some might say a bitch. I'd say, a no bullshit type of person.

There needs to be more of those in this world.

With all that being said, I still can't stand the class. So as the light goes dim and a nice "history documentary" starts up (thank god there's no note taking involved) I gradually let my head sink down into my arms. Everything becomes dark. I slip into nothingness.

Ahhh my first fanfiction. XD I got inspired to do this by the books 'Crank', 'Glass', and 'Fallout' by Ellen Hopkins. They're really really amazing so I suggest you go read them. :D Not much to say..hopefully I'll get some reviews D: