Chapter 1: Hell Hole stop 1
I stood, smiling estatically at my...oh my, brand new second hand truck. It was mine! My first vehicle and better yet, it was cherry red. That was the best part. Wait, It was mine, that was the best part.
"Hey baby girl" A dad clasped his hand on my shoulder and I looked at him, still smiling, "You love it"
"Yes I do...and its mine!" I felt like twirling, or jumping up and down, squealing. But somehow I held myself back. Somehow.
{Begins mind theater} I could imagine myself riding down the road, my arm hanging out the window, a pair of Ray Bans on my face, wind blowing my hair back. The speedometer showing a speed of 65, the perfect speed, and I stop at a stoplight. A car, midnight black pulls up beside me, and the windows roll down, and there sits a guy. Not just any guy. A god in human form, striking black hair, a masculine chin, a nicely formed set of forearms. And he'd flash me a smile, showing off those pearly whites, so white the sun shines off of them, and on the radio some rock song would be blaring in his car. He'd say, "Call me." {End mind theater}
"Emearl? Emeral? Do you hear me?" My father called, well yelled in my ear, shaking my shoulder.
With a shake of my head, I snapped back to reality, "Oh, oh yeah!"
"I was saying call me when you get home"
"Fine" I wish it could've been him that was saying that to me.
An half hour later, I was on the road. Of course the truck, a gracious gift from my gandparents, was exactly how I wanted it to be. Except in my day dream, I would be driving down the road, my hair down, sunglasses on my face, radio blasting. I would be going 65 miles per hour, and the sun would be glinting off of my cherry red truck. In reality, my radio didn't work. I couldn't go over 50 miles per hour, and it was raining. And the only "guy" I had stopped next to, was a transvestite as I was getting gas. So much for my daydream.
Atleast I was starting a new school. A academy actually. I had recieved a scholorship, lucky me. The goodside: I was going to a new school, away from my old school, where I had recieved a mighty bad reputation, and no one would know there. Plus I had my truck. The downside: The academy was in Japan, which wasn't nessecarily a bad thing, but I had had to leave my friends and family in America, and I was a commer at this school. Not a normal person, I would be looked down at, ignored, bullied. Like at my old school.
After a almost crash after I had pushed the accelerator instead of the brake, I made it to school, only to see this scene: Millions! Millions of limo's infront of a pink school. A pink school! And what was I in? A cherry red ford truck.
"Hello, may I help you?" A timy woman in a business suit, made by Gucci I noticed, looked at me confused a few minutes later.
Me being oh so great at japanese, responded with a curt, "I want to eat my dog" In japanese of course.
"Oh you must be the english transfer scholorship student, Miss Emearl Jameson. Welcome, I am Mrs. Inuri Outya. The academy's secretary" She smiled brightly at me, speaking in the inly language I understood: English, like I hadn't just said, "I want to eat my dog"
"Right, you're going to need your schedule and information I assume. Now you'll be in class , 2a and your schedule is this. First you will hav-"
"Excuse me, I umm need to know where to park my truck" I didn't care one way or the other, which class I was in, nor where and what my classes were. But my truck was special.
"Your truck? Oh yes, hummers go over there in the left ar-"
"Its not a hummer, nor any type of limo. It is a truck. A normal truck"
"Oh...I guess you can leave it in the area by the limos"
My truck was parked inbetween several long limos, black obviously, except for some idiot who had a purple and white one, and looked pitiful in the middle of them. I almost felt bad for leaving him there, then I felt sorry for myself.
Because as I looked upon the pink academy, I realized one thing: I was entering a hell hole.
By now you must realize I was attending Ouran High School. Lord help me.