Friday, May 7th
Ok. It's before school. I MUST ASK HIMMM FOR MY PENCIL BACK. Because last period, I have a test. AND I CAN'T WRITE THE TEST WITHOUT MY RI-RI-TAN PENCIL!!!
10:30, science class (supposed to be dissecting a tapeworm but one of my fanboys is doing it for me)
OK, confession time. I totally chickened out. Why? I have no idea. Every time I thought about it, I got really hot and sweaty and scared. Why am I scared of a boy with hair like a girl?
I don't know, either.
11:30
I actually did go up to ask him at the start of the free period.
"what is it, Mashiro?" he asked, laying his eyes... what was I writing? Anyway, he asked what it was.
"Um..." I kind of trailed off. I COULD HEAR THE EVIL GEARS WHIRRING IN HIS BRAIN AGAIN. How could Amu-chan not know Nagihiko is really a mad evil genius?
"Mashiro, your face is bright red," the Mad Evil Genius observed, looking at me even harder.
"Do you know what the homework was for science?" I managed to say.
So I chickened out again.
12:11
Maybe if I write it enough, it will come true...
MASHIRO RIMA IS NOT A COWARD. MASHIRO RIMA IS NOT A COWARD. MASHIRO RIMA IS NOT A COWARD. MASHIRO RIMA IS COWARD. MASHIRO RIMA IS TOTALLY A COWARD. MASHIRO RIMA IS ABSOLUTELY AND POSITIVELY A C-O-W-A-R-D.
So much for that idea.
Seiyo Secondary School Grade Ten Spelling List:
Analyze
Antonym
Automobile
Convention
Develop
Eloquent
Fluency
Horizon
Mechanics
Phonemic
Synonym
Xylophone
Xenophobia
Yogurt
ARRGH!!! I CAN'T DO THESE!!!
1:01
Nagihiko walked over and told me, "you're ripping the page with your pencil again, Mashiro. What are you writing in there? Your words look big and spiky."
NASTIIIII.
1:30
The test is next period. I'm starting to get really desperate!
Ua;shg'aheiwoduhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Damn you, Fujeesakee Nagihiko.
1:31
Sorry. Apparently that's "Foojisaki."
1:32
I went and asked HIM how to spell his last name.
"Why do you want to know? Writing more love letters? You've never been a very good speller, Ri-Ri-tan. It's F-U-J-I-S-A-K-I."
I swear his sense of humour wasn't this twisted four years ago.
Anyway, damn you, Fujisaki Nagihiko.
1:15
Well, break is over. I guess I'll have to just write the test without my Ri-Ri-tan pencil.
It's just a stupid pencil. It's the knowledge that counts. Right?
Uhhhh.
3:30
I'm still in a daze from what happened. I can't believe it.
Ok, let me start over.
I was on the way to my history class, because that's the subject where I had the big test. Suddenly, Nagihiko came out oh nowhere, and held out something in his hand.
"Here's your pencil, Ri-Ri-tan. Guess you can take that test no problem now, right?"
I kind of stood there for a minute, and then took the pencil with the tips of my fingers, trying not to let them touch his hand (I didn't succeed at all, but hopefully I scratched him with my nails).
I then managed, "How did you know about my test?"
He gave me an evil grin and said slyly, "Amu told me."
I muttered something under my breath about killing Hinamori later.
"I didn't think it mattered that much, anyway. It's all about how much you know, right?"
"But I don't know very much at all," I mumbled.
He actually laughed then. LAUGHED. In fact, I didn't expect a laugh at all. More of a "MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" out of the Mad Evil Genius.
But I guess even evil geniuses are human.
4:30
I was waiting on the corner for my Mom/Dad to pick me up. I never know which one it's going to be, as they're always fighting over who will take the "No. 1 Parent" spot. Then Nagihiko walked by and said, "Hi, Ri-Ri-tan. How'd you do on the test?"
I thought it prudent to stay silent.
"I ask," he went on, grinning, "because I can clearly see the top of your history test sticking out of your bag."
I made to stuff it inside, but not before he saw the mark.
My mom pulled up at the end of the street, and I mumbled, "I have to go."
"hey, Rima?" he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I froze. Why could I not move? I remember thinking that it's really bad that I stopped, and I might be paralyzed for life. Then I felt my head turn around.
The Mad Evil Genius gave me a trademark evil grin. "two out of thirty isn't that bad, Ri-Ri-tan."
And then he ran off in one direction, and I ran off in the other to the street corner, and people watching probably wondered why two long-haired people were running in opposite directions as fast as they could go, just like in a distance-equals-rate-times-time math question.
Not that I'm able to solve those. Or understand the concept at all.