Lillypop414 presents…
a girl named anonymous
by: lillypop414
Entry #2
08. 18. 2010.
(11: 08: 21 AM)
Adventures in Homeroom
Hitomi was seriously bugging Kiku. She was all in her ear like, "OMG, how do you know Ryuu?" and all, "Did you guys used to go out?"
And all the while she would have this goofy grin on her face that could seriously challenge the creepiness of that the Joker.
Kiku was patiently—as patiently as humanly possible, with such a bimbo walking by her side—traveling down the familiar carpeted hallways of Fire East County High School (stupidly nicked with the acronym of FETCH), carefully scanning the labels next to doorways, looking for 207A.
She hadn't noticed that they were on the first floor looking for second floor rooms until she finally realized the stairs they were repeatedly passing were going up, not down.
Now, feeling incredibly retarded for skipping breakfast while knowledgeable of the severe consequences that has on her daily functioning, Kiku stopped in the middle of the hall, nearly making Hitomi run into her.
"Omigod, Ki-chan, would you not—"
The purple haired female stared harshly at her friend, shutting up her going-on-ten-minute rant.
After a few seconds pause, looking at the map of the school with aggravation both because she had been going to the school for three years and she had to use a map to decipher the school that she had been going to for three years, and because that made her look like a freaking FRESHMAN, Kiku deducted, "I think room 207 is nonexistent and that we should both go home and enjoy the rest of our dwindling lives."
Just then, a teacher made himself apparent, seemingly in the process of closing his door. He looked young, well, for an educator, and had the strangest hair that defied gravity in a way that was…odd. In all honesty, he could resemble a scarecrow, with the lazy eyes, one covered by a mask, I should mention, and monochromatic color choice for outfit. For the sake of anonymity, the man did nothave a mask.
…yeah. Like normal people wear masks anyway. HA.
He looked at the two girls, smiling lightly. "I may not be sure, but I think that that number above my door is two hundred and seven. I haven't checked in a while, though."
That map in Kiku's hand, you know, that measly paper with no defense whatsoever, met the wrath of her anger, crumpling into a small, tight ball in a matter of seconds.
POP!QUIZ
What made Kiku angrier?
a) Hitomi's annoying rants
b) Getting lost in her high school as a senior
c) Her teacher—that DEMON—from last year is her teacher AGAIN
d) All of the freaking above -_-"
"Sakura-chan," Kakashi drawled familiarly, a tone mixed with singsong and genuine happiness that I was more than used to. Kakashi was my English 2 teacher sophomore year, my AP Theatrics and World Lit. teacher last year, and now—NOW—"It seems you're in my Creative Writing class, too. It's like we can't get away from each other."
I shared a glance with Ino, trying to send her mental images of potential rape, molestation, and all other illegal things this perverted man had yet another chance to do to me, but she seemed to think I was exaggerating, waving away my concern.
She smiled brilliantly, "Period 4, Kaka-sensei? I might be in that class, too."
My eyebrows furrowed.
No.
…
No.
I need at least one class to myself, away from Ino.
Oh well. If I'm going to become something new, I'm going to have to embrace new things, and melt away from my old ways. I can't just let the high school experience slip through my fingers like I've been letting it these past three years. There's still a lot left to see, do, and have. What will I tell my children when they ask about my Prom? I mean, it's enough to say that I didn't go to Junior Prom, but Senior Prom, too?
I might as well stick a Post-It on my head that declares me 'Worst Mom Ever'.
A new attitude veils over me, and a grin at Kakashi, which sets him off. He shudders, probably used to a grimace or something. As if I'm some sort of degenerate.
(de·gen·er·ate [dih-jen-er-it]– noun
1.
apersonwhohasdeclined,asinmoralsorcharacter,froma typeorstandardconsiderednormal
2.
apersonorthingthatrevertstoanearlierstageofculture, development,orevolution
3.
NOT ME; AKA SAKURA HARUNO THE AWESOME.)
I am an angel, damn it!
"That's really cool, Kakashi. You're one of my favorite teachers," the lie almost hurts me as much as the confused glare Ino is shooting at the side of my face. I ignore the feeling and tilt my head, looking over him, "May we sit wherever we want?"
He nods slowly, moving out of the doorway. "Sure, Sakura, anywhere. I know most of you all by now." He thinks I miss him cough under his breath, "At least I thought I did," but I totally caught it.
Before I can question him on that little jibe, Ino grabs my arm and pulls me toward her with all of her cheering strength—because, eh-scuse muh, those pompoms are heavy after carrying them a whole game—whispering loudly in my ear as we speed walk across the classroom.
"Okay, you're acting weird. Stop acting as if you're nice and cheery and bubblegum and niceness! It's not you Sakura, okay, it's not, okay, just stop, and I mean, I know what you're doing—I know."
I stick her with an oblivious look as we plop into two seats right next to each other, in the middle of the room. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say airily, shaking my head from side to side. I puff up my cheeks and pout my lips, putting on my best Puppy Dog face.
(Even though pretending to be 'nice and cheery and bubblegum and niceness' is fun and all, I feel like if I do one more thing out of my normal character, the world will either spontaneously combust or Ino will stab me with her sparkly gel pen. Plenty of people are already stabbing me with weird looks, so I guess I really am layering it on too thickly.)
She grumbles, turning away from me quickly, ponytail swishing in the air heavily. I watch her face light red in aggravation, and with one determined huff, she turns back to me, three fingers outstretched.
"First, you show up with this short haircut! Second, you're putting on this fake attitude that totally makes you fairy like inside and out and totally approachable? And THIRD! Third you had something with Sasuke Uchiha that you haven't told me about!"
My face falls as she gets louder, from a quiet, controlled, contained angry whisper to outraged angry shushed shouts. I wave my hands in front of her face and cover her mouth with haste. Sticky lip-gloss covers my hand, and while I really want to grimace and wipe my palm, I keep it there.
I smile lightly, trying to calm the thrashing girl. "Hey, hey, calm down there," I murmur, "I'll let you know what happened as soon as the opportunity arises."
Ino licks my hand and I jerk back.
"HOW COME YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT YOU AND SASUKE DID, SAKURA?"
I try to remind myself of the promise I made to myself as a horde of people pour in, just before the bell, right in time to hear Ino's outburst. The classroom silences, and so many pairs of eyes survey me.
My eyes, yeah, mine, those lovely emerald orbs, want to jump out of my freaking cranium.
Why?
…
WHY?
The People™ + The Bitches™= The Fail That Is This Story.
So, instead of answering all the questions that were being flung at me during the whole fifteen minutes that consists of homeroom, I decided that pulling out my handy-dandy notebook would be a good way to tell everyone that, yes, I am ignoring you.
I turn to a fresh new page and start scribbling.
The Bitches™
I don't think I've mentioned them. And maybe, I have, but, you know, most likely, I've ripped out the pages since I strongly believe negativity spreads negativity and I don't want a whole lot of bitchy negative in my journal. So. This is going to have to stay in for future reference.
The Bitches™
Head Bitch: Ami Watanabe. She's a slut. Stay away from her. She's the main reason why you find yourself so low on the Social Stratosphere that people think you as invisible, and think you have been a Freshman forever. No one remembers me long enough to think twice about what information they release around me. It's a blessing and a curse, I suppose, but stay way from her purple-headed ugliness. There's only enough room for one oddly haired girl in this school, and I think it's time for me to shine, you know?
Subordinate #1: Karin Yukabushi. She's a whore. Stay away from her. She'll give you some sort of disease just by sharing pencils, pens, or calculators. Don't take gum from her; it probably has mono. She's the reason why Sasuke was declared 'Not Gay' sophomore year, seeing as they had a little stint. No one knows what this consists of. Somewhere deep inside of me, I hope she gave him AIDs. But I'm not serious.
Subordinate #2: Kaede Haani. She's an idiot. Stay away from her. She'll make you lose brain cells just by listening to her. she does whatever Ami and Karin says, just for the sake for staying friends with them. She's actually nice, a little impressionable, but Kaede is a nice girl. A little honey blonde, and a little slutty, but you know, that's okay. She buys lunch for you whenever you forget money for yourself.
THE REST: The Sasuke Fan Club. They seem to hate you because, well, Sasuke talks to you. Even though the words shared between you guys aren't the friendliest, they're better than death threats, restraining orders, and glares. The main members you must watch out for? Tsuchi Kin. She's in band with you. The one that purposely sticks you in the head with her flute? Her spit it venomous. Watch out. Tayuya. You don't know why she's in Sasuke's fan club. She seems to have a thing for Shikamaru. BUT she's in alliance with Kin and jabs you with her clarinet.
It's not cool.
You know you wanna say somtin bout THAT…
keepINitc0ol
8.18.10.
15: 20: 19 PM
"Kiku has a crush on Ryuu. It is definite now. I mean, she's so obviously in denial. You should hurry up and upload the next chapter! I want to know what happens at lunch, because my lady instinct tells me that Hitomi is not going to let Kiku forget her promise to tell her what went on with her and Ryuu."
Anonymous_Girl1
8.18.10.
15: 21: 03 PM
"I think you should go to bed. There's school tomorrow and my life isn't some entertainment device. It's a Creative Writing project."
keepINitc0ol
8.18.10
15: 21: 10 PM
"Boo, you whore."
Anonymous_Girl1
8.18.10
15: 15: 50 PM
"She doesn't even go here. Go home. Word vomit. Leave the underage girls alone. I want my pink shirt back. Janice Ian Dyke. Too gay to function. I think I beat you with the Mean Girls references."
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8.18.10
15: 23: 45 PM
"Hi, Anonymous_Girl1! I work for the school's Virtual Paper. I'm really intrigued by your story! It's so much better than the other Creative Writing's blogs! Maybe we could get together after school and discuss publishing it on a more reachable level, so all the FETCH students can enjoy it? I think that this can really take you places! I'll be in Gai-sensei's classroom until 4: 20 tomorrow, working on next week's edition. Stop by and introduce yourself. :D
Stay sharp!
~TenTen"
A/N: First of all, I'd like to apologize. If anyone is still reading this story, I feel horrible. It's been a year. OVER a year. I have no excuses—well, of course, I could name excuses, but they're not going to make up for anything. I think this story is back on track, and, actually, I happened to fall over it in my hard drive and my original muse rushed back to me. I hope that I haven't lost all my readers, though it wouldn't be completely unexpected. LOL
And for the cookies…
POP QUIZ!: What instrument does Tayuya play? What about Kin?