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Yet again I would like to tell you that no matter what you say I write this for me… and my cat.

Chapter 2

"WHAT! You signed me up for a BOYS SCHOOL?" I stared at my pink mother and tried to suppress the feeling of doing something really girly like fainting.

"It's not that bad, at least you'll be able to meet hot guys." She slightly twitched after she said this and I could guess what she was thinking. No, not that I would be all alone in a school full of boys, not even that she would miss me. She was probably thinking something along the lines on no fair at this very moment.

"I'm going to forget that you would really want me to go to a school full of boys for a minute….. How did you do it?" I was getting over my shock and took stock of my temper. 'One more shocking thing and I might just strangle her.'

"What do you mean?" She asked me while looking down, the picture of innocence. I didn't buy it for a second.

"What could you have possibly said to someone at an all boy's school to make them take me, a girl, into their school?" I knew I was going to hate the next part, no matter how she answered.

"Well I showed them your last report card and they decided it would be good publicity to have the daughter of a famous cook in their school." She took a deep breath and said the next thing really fast. "Theonlythingistheywantyoutoposeasaboy."

There was a second of silence as I decoded my mother's sentence. The meaning finally came from her jumble of words and I looked to my hand. I was still holding my fork from when I was eating before her surprise. I set it down lightly on the table and looked back to my mother.

"I see." I got up from the table and walked stiffly back up to my room, not even looking back to my mother's worried eyes. As soon as I made it to my room I opened the door and entered, closing it behind me.

My scream could be heard all over town.

"Toothbrush?"

"Check."

"Pajamas?"

"Check."

"Make-up?" I sent my brother a killing glare, and then I reconsidered. I got up and walked out into the hall and crossed to the bathroom. I opened the drawer and took out one of the many girly make-up containers my mom gave me for weird reasons. I walked back to my room and stuffed it into the oversized travel bag I had found in the garage.

"Check." At my brother's questioning look I explained. "If I ever have a sleep over then that will come in handy." My brother broke into laugher just as I know he would.

'He's not so bad.' I thought as I looked at the twelve year old. 'I'll miss him.' I shook my head at my depressing thoughts and focused back on my brother's check list.

"Paper?"

"Check."

"Pencils?"

"Check."

"Underwear?"

I chose not to point out his stupidity for asking that. "Check."

"Box?"

"Che- Wait, why would I need a box?" I was always lost by all his hidden meanings so I was use to having to have him explain. We were happy with our times together and I didn't try to kill him unless he goes into my room without permission and tries to look for my non-existing diary. 'I really will miss him.'

"So you can send me stuff, duh." He rolled his eyes at me like this was obvious. I just chuckled.

"Letters?" I asked him so he would get back on track. He looked down into my unorganized bag and picked up one of my bras and scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue.

"You know perfectly well that I'm a girl, and being a girl I do need these kinds of things." I just ignored his noise of discuss and waited for him to answer me.

He poked the hand that wasn't holding my bra into my bag. There was a small rustling noise as he felt around.

"Check." He took his hand out of my bag and threw my bra back in.

"Taylor?" He asked, hoping to make up for his embarrassment by asking about the only thing I felt insecure about.

"Check." I mumbled, looking away from him to hide my slight blush. I hated blushing; it made me look like a little girl just dressed up in black and I hated that. I turned back to glare at my brother when he gave a chuckle that sounded remarkably like mine.

"Well that's everything." He got up from his position on the floor and brushed of his jeans, a thing I noticed he did every time he got up. I looked into his dark blue eyes so much like mine and realized how much he had grown.

He was as tall as I was even though he was four years younger and I was tall. His hair was a mess of blond that pulled the eyes and made you think of angles and put together with his dark blue eyes he was loved far and wide be girls of all ages. His face was handsome and I had to admit he was well built, but I would never tell him that out loud. He was smarter than his whole school and I bet smarter than the whole town; other than me that is. He stood tall and strong and could easily pass as a high school student. Though his body and face pointed to a heartbreaker he was anything but. My brother was the best prankster I had ever met.

I nodded my head and looked down. I was going to miss him, no matter how many times he had shown his skill at tricks by tricking me. I was going to have to go the rest of high school without seeing him, other than on vacation, and it was going to suck. To make it even worse I had to go to Kaitei Boy's School which literally meant bottom of the sea high school. 'Why did my mom do this to me?'I was snapped from my thoughts when I felt arms go around me.

I looked down at my brother, who was hugging my like his life depended on it, and almost burst into tears. 'This is as hard on him as it is on me.' I hugged him to me and held on as tightly as him. We stood there hugging for a couple of minutes then broke apart. I said one thing.

"Musouka."

His eyes were clouded over with grief when he finally chose to speak.

"I will miss you, no matter how I joke about it or say otherwise. I'll miss you until you come home and then I'll miss you when you leave again. Just promise me one thing. Please." He took a breath and stood tall again, my perfectly tall sanctuary in all of my emotional storms. "Please remember me. No matter how many people you see, no matter who you meet, no matter what you do, remember me and write to me. Please." His eyes shined bright and I saw a sight that I had never seen before. My brother cried.

I went to him again and held him close as he shed his tears and I couldn't help but let a tear loose as I tried to comfort my brother. I sniffed and used my hand to pull his chin up to look up at me.

"I will always remember you, no matter where I go or how long I'm gone, and always remember this in return. I love you little brother and nothing can or will ever change that. I promise to write as often as I can and I promise to write all my problems, it can be the diary you never found." I let go of his chin and just hugged him.

After about ten minutes we broke apart and he left to go to his room. I sat on my bed and looked at my packed bags. 'I can't believe that I just had a teary conversation with my brother like that, I didn't know he could even cry. The only good thing about going to this school is that I'll finally be out of this town, and away from the people that bore me so much.' I sat, thinking nothing for a second. Then my big question came to my mind. 'Is it worth it?'

I've never done a sad scene before so pardon me if it sucked. You all probably just wondered what I was thinking when I wrote it.

I would like to thank all the people who encouraged me, yet again. I would also like to thank my cat for never moving away when I cry in her fur and for never voicing her opinion on my sadness.

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Author's note!

Musouka means dreamer.