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A/N: I didn't want to make Amu the new girl cause so many fic's are like that. I'm just gonna make her going into high school and Ikuto be in 11th grade. Still an age difference, still an opening to be a perv. xD Oh, and he failed math twice xD So here it is! Enjoy and review!
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F o o l 's G a m e
C h a p t e r O n e
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C r a c k i n g C o n c r e t e
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"Stop playing games!"
''But the game has just begun...."
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Italics - Emphasized words or thoughts
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Amu Hinamori's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her alarm clock, which was having a fit. She slammed her hand on top of it, causing it to immediately shut up. Neon pink numbers glared at her. 7:27. She blinked for a minute before her delayed reaction finally caught up with her.
"Shit! It's almost 7:30!" She immediatley got out of her bed, grabbed her uniform and dashed to the bathroom, all while cursing colorfully. On my first day of freakin' high school, too! She swept a couple of pieces of hair in her hand and seceured them with a red 'x' clip on the left side of her head. She changed out of her worn pajama's and swiftly threw on her high school uniform. She ran down the steps, her stoic mask already in place, grabbed a piece of toast her mother had already prepared and headed out the door.
''Bye,'' she said to her mother nonchalantly. She sighed mentally to herself as she heard the parent squel with delight.
Amu Hinamori was known for one thing around these parts of the city. That one, stupid thing was her 'attitude'. Though to her, she didn't consider it an attitude, or anything that related to her real emotions, which were automatically shut out of her life when her 'attitude' took over. She'd rather refer to it as a 'mask'. No, not like a masquerade mask that's brightly decorated with numerous jewels and feathers. Personally, she would rather have that kind of mask than anything. Her kind of mask was the ultimate cover-up, one that hid her real emotions when around other people. It was kind of sad, actually. She couldn't even act like herself around her parents. Numerous times she had tried to start acting like herself, and numerous times she has failed at that. Almost everyone believed her 'attitude'. Almost. One person could really tell that it was just a cover-up. And that one fact about the person would annoy the hell out of Amu Hinamori more than anything else.
She finally arrived at the campus just in time to hear numerous whispers of 'She's so cool!' or 'It's her! Cool and Spicy Amu Hinamori!'. Thankfully, the school bell alerted them that they were going to be late. "It's all the same," she muttered underneath her breath.
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Homeroom and Honors History went by quickly She stared at the windows disregarding everything everyone said or did. The teachers had asked her numerous questions, she figured it was because she they thought she wasn't paying attention (which she wasn't), which she answered effortlessly. All the teachers she had did this, but she had straight A's much to the surprise of the 'strict' teachers.
The bell finally rang, signaling her to go to her third period, which happened to be lunch. She walked into the cafeteria, the paper brown bag she held in her hand being tortured by the iron grip she had on it. It all frustrated her. The fact that she couldn't control her mask. Embarrassing moments her outer being would just brush off, her inner emotions would scream 'I can't believe that just happened!' and 'Ohhh crap...'. And the thing that could cure it? She had found nothing. Therapy, maybe, but she didn't want to be taken as a phsyco. But out of nowhere, it hit her, or rather she hit it. She found herself on the floor, something rather heavy on her. She looked to find azure eyes staring back at her and matching locks that touched her cheeks. She felt heat transferring to her face, as she realized what postion she was in. And finally, her inner-self took control.
"What the hell?!?"
And at that moment, transparent concrete cracked and fell to the ground, completely forgotten all while it dissolved into nothing......
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I actually like this chapter for once :D. Review? I would love to hear your thoughts =]
HAPPY [belated] EASTER~
