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NOTE: I've had a lot of fun writing this, and I plan on writing more stories to make a whole series of Hell Girl stories. I hope you all enjoy reading the first part of this story, I worked hard on it! Please review this story, I'd love to hear all of your comments on it, whether they be positive or negative.

The sound of bodies crashing through water rings throughout the school pool. Zanita Yero stood at the side of the pool, waiting for her name to be called.

The swim team consisted of five girls. Nakao Fumika was the team captain. She had long black hair, and usually wore it in a tight bun while in practice. Her two best friends, Izumi Wazuka and Masuma Sachi, were both fairly nice people. Izumi had red hair, that was obviously dyed to be that color. Masuma also had black hair, and she usually wore them in twin tails. Tsutsui Yuro was another girl, who had very fake blonde hair, usually up in a pony tail. She was fairly out going, and the other girls appreciated her company. But the last girl…she was an outcast. No one interacted with her, really. She was…different. She had dark skin, and chocolaty brown eyes. Her hair was straight, and short. Apparently, she was from Mexico. Her Japanese was pretty good, though, but it was really strange to talk to her. No one even knew her name.

The Swim Team got along fairly well, aside from that one Mexican girl, and they treated each other as though they were family. And that helped a lot with the horrible Swim Coach.

"Hurry up! You're times are slowing! Faster, faster!" Zanita couldn't remember a time when the coach wasn't yelling or screaming off the top of her head. She was always yelling. Always screaming. "You're all becoming horrible!" She screeched, directing the comment to Masuma. "Especially you Sachi. Step up your game, or else you'll force me to kick you off of the team COMPLETELY!" She throws her towel at her face. "You have laundry duty!"

"Y-yes Suzuko-sensei…" Masuma lowers her head in shame. This made Nakao furious. She places a comforting hand on Masuma's shoulder and glared at Suzuko-sensei.

"That's the fifth time in a row! I'll take laundry duty!" Nakao declares, not taking her eyes off of the Swim Coach." Zanita could see the scared expression that Masuma wore on her face.

The Swim Coach glanced over her shoulder. She turns around completely, a sweet smile on her face. It was like her persona had completely changed. "Oh, but Fumika-san, we can't have our precious Captain of the Swim Team be doing silly chores like laundry." Her voice became sweet, innocent. It was strange. "These worthless children you call friends are nothing more than back ups. They need to be the ones doing the dirty work!"

Nakao disagreed completely. "Th-that's not true at all, I refuse to-"

"QUIET, BRAT!" Suzuko cuts Nakao off with a menacing tone. "You need to stay in shape. I expect you to be able to lap around the pool about thirty times by next week." The other girls were absolutely appalled.

"Thirty times?! That sure is a lot, Suzuko-sensei!" Tsutsui interjected. Suzuko, however, was already done with the situation. She walked off, picking up her water bottle and taking a sip on the way out.

Once Masuma knew that Suzuko was gone, she slowly starts to break down. "W-why...why does she always pick on me?" The other three girls were there to comfort Masuma, telling her that she was an amazing swimmer, and how she didn't deserve the hatred that she got. But Zanita wasn't going to stay for the comforting session. She wasn't hurt. Why should she care? It's not like they would want me to help, anyway.

She enters the locker room and starts to get changed from her swim suit. Once finished, she leaves the School Pool and walks down the halls. The only thing she could really do now was go home. There was nothing else for her to do.

No friends…no places for me to "hang out", no other hobbies other than swimming. Hah…swimming. Swimming is something I've been doing since I was really little. Back in Mexico, mi familia y yo swam about in the ocean. We lived near the coast, and the sites were muy bonita, very beautiful. But one day, mi mama passed away, right before my very eyes. She was very sickly, and she would tell me every day that she didn't have much longer. I never believed her. Apparently, one of her dying wishes was to see us move to Japan. She had already set us up with tickets, and left mi papa and myself presents. Mi papa was against the idea at first, but when we were chased out of our own home, we had no other choice. We hopped onto a plane and moved to Japan. It's strange here. Todas las cosas…extraña.

As Zanita walks through the halls, towards the school entrance, she passes by another strange girl. She had long black hair, and her eyes seemed to have a red glow to them. Ai Enma. Not many knew about her. She was also a transfer student, but she looked like she was from Japan, unlike Zanita. She's so pretty… Zanita walked past her, not even saying a word to her.

She steps out into the school yard and heads out of school grounds. The school she went to was public, and was for the poorer citizens of the town she was in. Zanita couldn't ever remember the name of the town she lived in. She never found any use in remembering. She enters her home, sliding her shoes off at the doorway. She smelled dinner, already ready and set up at the table. She sits down and starts to eat it.

I wish mi papa would speak to me. Ever since mi mama died, mi papa…well…he just doesn't talk anymore. I feel alone…

Zanita couldn't take the silence. She takes her dinner to her room and finishes it there, soon falling asleep for the rest of the night.

The next day, she wakes up to her alarm, jumping out of bed and getting dressed. Every weekend, Zanita would visit the pool to practice herself. It was hard to concentrate on swimming while the other girls of the team tried to encourage her, shouting that she was doing great, and how she shouldn't give up. Well, Zanita found it annoying. The weekend was the time where she could swim and concentrate at the same time.

She enters the school yard and sighs. "This quiet atmosphere…it's nice…" Zanita says to herself. She goes into the school and enters the pool area. As expected, she was the only one there. She goes into the locker room and gets changed into her swimsuit, then heads out to the pool.

Once at the pool, she climbs up the diving board. Her goal was to be able to flip when diving. It was something she had been practicing for a couple of weeks now. She gets onto the diving board and looks down. For a moment, she thought she saw a figure in the pool. She shakes her head and looks back down, no longer seeing the figure. She starts hopping, the diving board pushing back due to her force. She makes one final jump, bigger than the rest of her jumps, and dives into the pool. She didn't flip this time. She needed to get used to diving without flipping first.

Once in the water, she propels herself forward before breaking the surface of the water. She takes in a deep breath, regaining all of her breath. She swims to the pools edge and grabs onto it, wiping her face and sighing.

Pulling herself out of the pool, she starts walking over to the diving again. This time she was ready to flip. She climbs the ladder, pulling herself upon the diving board. She looks down at the water, expecting to see the figure again. But she didn't.

Zanita backs up on the board, ready to jump into the pool. She starts hopping up and down, the board forcing her feet back up. She runs and makes one final leap, tossing herself up into the air. She scrunches her legs closer to her, turning herself around in mid air before extending her legs again and piercing the water. In the water, she smiles to herself, knowing that she had succeeded. She bursts out of the water, wiping her face and blinking her eyes, getting used to the lighting. She starts to make her way to the pools edge again, but this time, something stopped her.

"H-huh?" She felt a hand at her ankle. She tried to kick it off, but in return, the hand pulled her into the water. Zanita holds her breath, trying not to scream. She wriggles and kicks at whatever was holding her. She tries to turn around to see who was at her ankle, but she didn't have enough momentum to turn herself over. The hand pulls her more, stretching her leg in such a way that was painful. She accidently tries to scream, opening her mouth. Water came flooding in. She started to lose consciousness. "Help…anybody…ayudame…" Her thoughts started to slow. She reaches for the surface of the water. But her reach wasn't quite enough.

When Zanita felt as though all was lost, a hand came bursting into the water, grabbing hers. She was pulled out of the water, and rolled onto the safety of the pool floor. The person presses her hands against Zanita's chest, trying to give her CPR. Zanita started to cough out water. Her eyes slowly fluttered above her. Above her was a worried Nakao. Zanita seemed confused. "F-Fumiko-san?"

Nakao gives a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness…I'm glad to see you're okay! What happened, Yero-san?"

Zanita looks over to the pool. From the angle she was at, she couldn't tell if there was someone in the pool or not. Her vision was blurry, and she had a splitting headache. She looks back to Nakao and tries to sit up. "Th-there was…a hand…grabbing my foot…" Nakao hugs Zanita, crying a bit.

"You poor thing! We need to get you out of here right away!" Nakao gets up and holds out her hand. Zanita was shocked. She was never noticed by anyone before. Even though she was a stand out, most ignored her and her heritage. Zanita carefully takes Nakao's hand and is helped up by her. The two start walking out of the Pool Area, but just before the two leave, Zanita glances behind her back. No one. No one was at the pool besides them. So who was it that grabbed her leg? Was it just her imagination?

Zanita's thoughts were interrupted by Nakao, who puts a hand on Zanita's shoulder. "I have some clothes at my house, it's really close to here, do you want to borrow them?"

"That's right…I never did get a chance to grab my clothes." Zanita sighs and rubs her arms. It was starting to get chilly, and goosebumps ran up and down her body. She nods to Nakao, signaling a "Yes". The two walk out of school grounds, heading towards Nakao's home. Zanita blushes, trying her hardest to cover herself. "Why didn't I grab a towel?!"

When Nakao said that her house was close, Zanita had no idea she meant practically across the street. The two were only walking for about two minutes before Nakao strats walking up to her home. Zanita stops for a moment to examine the home. It was small, and on the top floor. She wondered if Nakao lived alone. Before Nakao could question Zanita on what she was thinking, Zanita walks up the pathway to her house. She follows Nakao up a set of wooden stairs on the side of the house to the top floor. Nakao opens the door to reveal one large room with a sleeping mat, small kitchen, and a small table. Zanita was able to answer her own question.

Nakao goes to the fridge and pulls out a can of soda. She opens it up and takes a sip, walking over to her mat and laying down atop of it. "In the bathroom is a set of drawers, you can look through them and take whatever you want." She opens up a Manga and starts to read. Zanita nods and looks over to the bathroom. She walks into it and shuts the door, locking it. She liked to play it safe. She barely even knew Nakao, and she didn't want to take any chances.

Zanita glances to the right. Under the mirror was a set of drawers. Zanita assumed those to be the ones Nakao was speaking of, and she opens up the top drawer to begin searching for the clothing she wanted. She finally decides on a violet tank top with some khaki short. Simple and sweet. She didn't feel the need to pick anything super cute or anything. There was no point.

She exists the bathroom, fixing her shorts before looking up to see Nakao on the laptop. Her expression was dark, and she was biting her lip. "Yero-san…" she started, glancing up at Zanita, "…have you heard of this website? Hell Correspondence?"

Zanita blinks at her in confusion. She shakes her head. "No, I cannot say I have."

Nakao couldn't help but smirk a little. She looks back to her computer screen. "That's a surprise. There are so many rumors floating about the school." Zanita comes over and sits next to Nakao, a curious look on her face. "Hell Correspondence. A site that can only be accessed at midnight. They say if you type in the name of someone you hate, Hell Girl will come and send that person to Hell." Zanita puts her hand to her mouth, trying to hide her gasp. Hell?! Was this girl crazy?! Saying things like that was dangerous!

Zanita puts both of her hands on Nakao's shoulders, her eyes wide. "Fumika-san, don't say things like that!" she yells. Nakao's eyes went wide. She frowns and looks away.

"Suzuko-sensei…wouldn't you like to see her go to Hell?" Nakao retorts.

Zanita snaps. She slaps Nakao across the face and brings her closer to her face. "NO! Stop it, this isn't right, and you know it!" Nakao was speechless. She didn't look Zanita in the eye.

"Get out." Nakao hisses. Zanita's grip loosens.

"W-what?"

"Get…out…"

Zanita lets go of Nakao's collar. She falls backwards and backs away. She looks at the hand she had used to slap Nakao, then back to Nakao, who was glaring at Zanita. "GET OUT!" She yells. Zanita scrambles to get up and runs out the door.

WHAT?! A CLIFF HANGER?! Yes, yes, it's a cliff hanger. But don't worry, the other part of the story is all done and ready to be posted. I hope you all enjoyed it, as I've already said three million times in the note above. If you have any suggestions for what kind of story I should write next, I'm all open for suggestions! For something like this, I don't mind taking requests at all. In fact, I think it would be a lot of fun! But anywho...

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~OfferJoy