Chapter 2

Liked or disliked?

We walked through the streets. The whole neighbourhood, stared. "sister, what the hell is wrong with them??"

"Its okay, just play cool." She gave me a long grin.

"oh, sister, which school am I in anyways?"

"Shuei secondary. But about the classes, I do not know." Emma looked at me, "Hey, thoses high heels doesn't hurt, right?"

"Err. Nope?? Sister, I was thinking. You wear this gar—im mean clothing like this everyday? Maybe we could go shopping. Well, if you want to."

"Well, I might, but don't talk about it right now. School bells will go 'Ding Dong' if you're late."

"Finee...."

~****~

I walked into the classroom. Class 1-D. Too bad we're not in the same class. All the boys are grinning at me. You wanna taste my punch, huh? Homeroom teacher, Miss Shiroi.

"Please, introduce yourself."

"okay... Im Elle, and Im from france. Please be nice." Well, that, was a last minute language study.

All boys grinned at me, head to toe. One of them asked, "are you single? Because Im available." He chuckled and cracked up with his friends. Somehow, I really REALLY want to kick him in the ass. So I answered, "Im not available, so keep your filthy hands to yourself. Or your butt, will end up kicked. If you really want to taste that."

"Take a seat, anywhere available." Miss Shiroi is being to nice. She has a short trimmed black hair, with a black framed specs. I thought those old school frames was last season. I looked for an available chair. On the second row, a fat guy grins at me pulling a chair for me. I smiled back, and walked through the silent class. But I didn't take the seat he offered. Instead, I took the back row seat, available. Next to me was, a tall guy. Before I could greet him hello, he smirked. Stupid. Who do you think you are anyways? Suddenly he pushed his pencil case, as it fell on the cement floor. I wanted to help, but somehow I feel like hating him, like, A LOT. So i took the pencils, and threw it onto his face.

"Humph. Fool."

"Hey, aren't you being too harsh, lady? You're a late new-comer. Mark that."

I grinned. "Like I even care, Mister?"

"Baka."he said. No Idea.

~****~

Recess is finally here. I wanted to look for Emma, because Im so hungry. Foolish, very foolish of me, not thinking about lunchboxes etc. Suddenly, a girl grabbed me from behind.

"hey! Who are you anyway? Grabbing me like that, huh?" I yelled.

"Im sorry. So you're Elle right? We heard a lot of you. Im Etsuki. Want to go lunch? New-comers like you often forgot their lunch. We can share." She said. Well, that, was nice. Far too different from that guy.

"Okay I guess. Im looking for my sister. You know her?"

"wait, you have a sister?"

"Yeah, Emma. Do you know her?"

"Wai-wai-wa-wait. You're... Emma's sister??"

"Huh? Pardon me?"

"you're sister, Emma, right? Though she's not beautiful like you. Emma, is known as class nerd. Though she's really nice in the inside.. You don't know that? And the stupid guy you sat next to is the school president. Girls, they're so CRAZY about him. You cant deny his coldness. He's a cool guy you know."

"Seriously? That fool is nothing but a needle in the eye, really."

"Oh, you mean Takeshi? He's rich. He's the son of ************** the famous one. He gets everything he wants. Eye candy too."

"YUCKH! Eye candy? So not!! Oh, Etsuki, what did you bring for lunch? Humm? "

"Its okay, just call me Etsu-chan. Everyone calls me by that. They say Im small and kawaiii. Haha. I don't really know what they're thinking. I cooked today. And some curry. I hope you like it."

"ohh." As we walked down the hallway. Silent haunts. I don't really know this Etsu kid. Who is she?? She seems nice. She said the best place to eat lunch is on the rooftop. Heights can make me puke!

~****~

On the way back home, Emma and me, walked silently. She doesn't really seem happy. Maybe because of mom. My cell rang, that made my heart jumped. I flipped my phone. On the screen, is 'mummy' calling. That old hag can worry about me? Humph. Nope, never. Emma's eyes is already on my cell. "Pick up elle. She's worried." I don't want to. Really. Emma snatched my phone, and pressed the green button. Before Emma could say anything, " ELLE! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? ARE YOU TRYING TO WASTE MY DAMN MONEY TO RUNAWAY AND TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD MISSY??! YOU BETTER NOT BE, YOUNG LADY! BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, THE MINUTE YOU ARRIVE HERE, YOU ARE SO GROUNDED, SO SO GROUNDED!!!!" I flipped off the phone. "She's not worried. Its just punishment she wants to gimme. Isnt that obvious?" Silence. Long, silence.

"Hey Emma, is it true?"

"What?"

"You're a class nerd?" I looked in her eyes.

"just who told you that?"

"Well, someone."

"Its just that I like helping the teachers. Their mouth have slithery tounges that turns the story around." She said, she looks towards the horizon, not to my face.

"Oh." Words just don't come out.

"Elle, are you ashamed of me, being a class nerd?"

"no, its just that, I don't like people making fun of you. Dont you ever stand up for yourself? Huh?" I looked at her. She just smiled. The I-dont-really-care-smile.