Hey it's Sandra again! Sorry for the wait, school really doea suck. This is deticated to my friend Pika-Thunder for being my biggest support! :) any way, here's the first chapter :) enjoy:
Chapter One: Knock on Wood
"Are you done? Because in the end I'm the best you know." If you thought these words were coming out of my mouth, and they really should have been, it was, sadly, Mike's full-of-it voice instead of mine. I wish, I wish, I wish it would have ended there but Zach had to go and a make stupid/nerdy comeback.
"Actually," he pulled a large sheet of paper out of his bag, "While you have the reach I have the speed. But Matt has the strength, but the most important key for basketball strategy is speed-"
"No it's not you dweeb," Mike interrupted, "it's reach and balance!" Some students glanced at the familiar scene as they walked past to their class rooms, probably used to them arguing while I slouch against the wall, I never really say anything to stop it in school. Not that I could if I wanted to, these too never shut up. If I had a room next to them I'd die, but me and 'Maddie' have rooms right next to each other. 'Maddie' is off in America doing some sports training and stuff. (If you think it's sad that I talk about myself like this, well, trust me, it is. I'm surprised I'm still sane!)
While the idiots of the year kept bickering, neither of them being right, we headed off to our homeroom in the Star Class, it's like that every day. They argue, I get annoyed, come into school and pray for any class we don't have together. Even if it's gym. And that means the boys locker room. Ew is better than ug in my opinion, even though it's that kind of ew.
I rushed a head to my seat in the back; Zach went to his seat in the front, and Mike to his in the middle, trying to get in a last word before sitting down and talking with their loser friends. It kind of worked out for all of us, Zach wanted to sit in the front to 'fully appreciate the lecture', Mike wanted to socialize, and I wanted to be as invisible as possible. Mike was talking about his argument to the loser boys' basketball team, who hung on to his every word like it was the most important thing they ever heard every time he opened his mouth. Zach and a guy named Kairi, I think, were having an 'education banter' on the idea of string theory or something like that, and I was daydreaming about what life would be like if I didn't have this stupid last name, sure I'd be less fit and have a lot less money, but I'd fell more human, more like my would-be self. Who was that anyway? Who they want me to be? A sports-minded maniac? I highly doubt it, but what do I want to be? Well, if I could chose I'd probably have to say—
I was interrupted by Nikaido Sensei falling on his face, again. What was I thinking about? Aw well, whatever it is probably doesn't matter, seeing as I forgot it in two seconds. Whatever.
"Sorry class about that," Sensei laughed with a dopy expression on his face and a hand behind his head like a lot of guys tend to do (it's something I, sadly, picked up on). He called out attendance with his randomly, yet perfectly for me, placed seating chart. When he got to 'Himamori Amu' I kinda zoned out. Gosh, even my doodles are fake; they're all basketballs and stars. Oh, gosh no, my doodles look like a jocks! I normally wouldn't be as on edge, I'm not that much of a freak, but lately I can't really get sleep. I don't know if it's the fact dad's visiting, or that I have to train every night for, like, five hours, or that I have to come to school and see girls hit on me! (No matter how invisible I try to be girls like Saaya fan over me! It really sucks!) Whatever, it's not like—
"Miyamoto Matthew" Goodness can't a person think in peace for two seconds around here!
"Here" I think my aggravation shows in my voice, but I don't care. Everything about my guy voice is fake, but I've been doing it for my whole life now, I'm not going to start caring now.
Bring. Oh, great, Home Ec. Now's where you can expect me to sigh.
"Okay class; today we're making something Americans call 'miny-bagel –pizzas; should be fun, so pair up!" Sensei Ronnie is way too enthusiastic sometimes, she practically sings. She's so… girly. Ug. Imagine if I had to be like that! Wouldn't exactly help with the whole 'cross dressing' thing now would it?
"Hey Matt, want to be partners?" This question wasn't asked by Mike or Zach, who were partners with this guy Drake (Geez, what's with all the American names around here? I thought it was just us) and Kairi, while I was abandoned to work with Sato. Sato is this guy who's Matt's friend… I guess. I don't even know right now, Mike and Zach hate him, but I don't really care. We kind of argue, but that's because we're the only guys on the basketball team who aren't dweebs, well besides Zach anyway. We kind of hang out while 'Captain' Mike talks like the most important guy in the world. It's not like the other guys have a problem with this, I think that's the only reason half of them want to be on the team, they hang on to his every word like puppies staring at, I don't know, bacon or something. It's really stupid.
"Sure Sato, do you actually know how to cook?" I kind of do, but that wouldn't be very boyish. So off to the drawer of secrets that will never get to show their face, I think I might be running out of room in there. Whatever.
"A little. But, if you don't get started Sensei Ronnie's going to get a little less cheery." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, making me chuckle. (The guy way)
"No she won't, she's too girly." One of the perks of being a tom boy (can I even say that?) is that the girly stuff has pretty much no effect on me, "but whatever, we should get started."
I picked up the first white bagel half and trailed the knife on its surface to leave the sauce on the top. I did the same for four others in silence as Sato did his five. Whenever we paired up, we exchanged as little contact as possible, that's why I like to be around him, I don't like to talk too much when I'm Matt. We always have partner projects in Home Ec and when I get to work with Sato it give me some peace. He's the only reason I don't pull my hair out (though it would be hard to see because of the wig). I reached for the cheese and sprinkled it on, Sato's masculine hand did the same; my hands are girly so I always wear long sleeves in classes with him. Sato is really good when it comes to reading me, so I have to be extra careful to hide that I'd hiding something, but it's kind of mutual. He can read me and I can read him. It's been that way since the day we met, I don't know not all guys are as deep as him. Not like cliché deep where the guy can look at a picture and say something you'd never get in a million years with a stern voice. He's just… got his moments is all. He's my best friend, well Matt's anyway.
"Hey, Matt." His voice always sounds so tired, but a little less around me.
"Yeah?"
"Pass the cheese, will ya?"
"Sure," I handed him the clear bowl of small, white cheesy bits. While he sprinkled the bowl's contents I fixed the saucy edges on mine; after all, it is a grade. I half let the knife run on the smooth edges and half check my phone under the table. Ug, still like 20 minutes left of this class. Okay, here comes the awkward part of this whole scenario; as I sprinkle the cheese on these stupid pizzas, we have to put them in the mini-oven-thing for the rest of the period. At the point where people do this, they all start talking. And that means more of Zach and Mike's pointless fighting. But this time, people will start to pick sides. And it never fails that someone manages to drag me and Sato in a stupid fight that we never had anything to do with in the first place.
"Drake," I overheard Mike's loud voice come from across the room. Shoot, "Who do you think is better at free throws, me or Zach?"
"I don't care," thank goodness Drake has common sense, but based on his social life, maybe not.
"Come on baby, answer his question." Mei, his popular clingy girlfriend, just had to respond! Crap, crap, crap.
"Well," he looked kind of nervous as to say the wrong thing. I just placed my head into my hand. "I still don't care."
Oh thank you Drake! Thank you God! It's a miracle that Zach didn't respond. (I actually lightly knocked on the wooden table top.) Things might actually go my way today—
—And then I remember the fact that we have basketball practice later today.
Crap.
Eighth period, math class. Here is where you'd hear somebody else complain, but I actually like math; it's kind of relaxing if you know what you're doing. At least it would be, if you didn't here three girls cheating by Morse Code on a test.
I don't know Morse Code, but the spacing and stuff made it obvious. Plus, they did it every test. The cheating girls were the 'cool and spicy' Hinamori Amu, the elegant and graceful Fujisaki Nadeshiko, and the cold Mashiro Rima. The funny thing is I thought Nadeshiko didn't cheat, plus all three of them are guardians. Amu is the joker, Rima is the ace, and Nadeshiko is the queen. There used to be another ace, Yuiki Yaya, but she moved away for a month or two (something about her parents going on a trip for a family death or something.), but the other guardians are Sanjo Kairi (jack) and Hotori Tadase (king). Kairi is Zach's friend actually (more like lab partner, according to Mike and me). He moved here this year, which is fitting because the old jack, Soma Kukai, became a seventh grader this year. Weird how that works out.
"Class, stop tapping your pencils, please." The Sensei looked like she was having a margarine, which makes two of us. She put her head into her hand. You know, today wasn't too bad. It's one of those uncommon days that make me remotely sane. Gosh, this might turn out to be a great day.
A few minutes later the Sensei asked us to pass up our tests and we were dismissed. I started to walk down to the basketball court, but I stopped when I heard two annoying boys I know far too well for my liking arguing again. I'm not getting in the middle of that. I walked out into the small forest in the back of the school by the planetarium and climbed a tree. Then I placed my ear buds in and just sat there until I heard footsteps; two extremely dainty pairs of footsteps.
I looked down to see Nadeshiko and Rima walking this way.
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