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I do not own Yu Yu Hukusho as sad as that may be, but this story and all the OC's are mine

Chapter Three: Boring Me

Ever get that feeling that someone is watching you? Well let me tell you something: not only was it one person, it was everyone that was in the halls. And it wasn't just me they were watching— it was also the red headed boy that was now my exchange student.

It was rather irritating if you asked me.

Oh, I bet you're wondering some stuff.

The boy's name is Shuichi; he's my age and lives with his mother (Shiori), his stepfather, and his stepbrother (Kokoda). That's all we really talked about in the first two classes of the day. It seemed to me that he was one of those people who thought that school was very, very important, and studied their ass of getting good grades.

We should fit together well….

…Yeah right.

I'll admit: I'm not an 'A' student, but I do get some A's. I work my ass off and so far I've never failed a class. That was good, right? I mean, not every one can be… well, like him.

I realized that the word 'geek' had come to my mind and I hated that. I wasn't going to use labels like that. But that was just me— I'm sure he would be put under something by the end of the week.

Poor boy…

"So, what about your family Alana? You haven't told me much about them." He seemed to be trying to spark conversation to keep himself busy. Something told me he didn't like people staring at him either.

I sighed; might as well tell him of my rather boring life, eh?

"Well…" I bit my lip, trying to gather my thoughts.

I turned down the hall and he followed me, waiting for my answer. "I'm one of a family of five. I have a younger sister named Emily and a brother in college; his name is Drake," I muttered, opening a door. It was drama class time. "My…mother is a doctor in an ER and my dad is an author; he's home most of the time glued to his computer, writing." I smiled slightly.

Shuichi nodded his head. "Sounds nice." I nodded in agreement.

It was nice— nothing fancy, but it was a pleasant life. The house was always warm and welcoming. As we sat down I started to tell him about my little sister Emily. She was eight years old and was nothing short of obsessed with animals and the color green.

The redhead smiled, listening to me tell him about the time my mom, my sister and I were at the market and there were some kittens for sale for five dollars. I had wanted one but my mom had said no, so my sister started crying, which made my mom crack and she agreed after a few moments. By the end of the story we were both laughing.

"Yeah, she's a good kid," I said, smiling.

He chuckled slightly. "And here I thought most little siblings were irritating."

"Oh she is, I just try to tell people about the good things."

He smiled slightly, about to say something, but the teacher, Mrs. K, came in. She was a sweet woman with dyed blond hair and gray eyes hidden behind thick round glasses.

"Good morning class, I'm Mrs. K., and welcome to advanced Drama," she spoke with a smooth voice. A grin plastered to my face for a moment.

I loved Drama, I think I saw Shuichi catch my grin before it dropped back to the straight face I wore most of the time.

I didn't like to show too much emotion; that could be risky for me, especially at this school.

I'll explain why later.

Mrs. K. spoke again after a moment and Shuichi's eyes returned to the front of the room. "Today will being doing some ice breakers and you'll be getting the class guidelines. Tomorrow I will give you the play that you will learn, get a part for, and perform at the end of this semester for the school and your parents. "

How fun…

It's not that I didn't like to perform or that I didn't want to wait, it was the fact that it seemed that teachers seemed to the do same old, well known and overused plays every year. Sure they were fun and easy to go over because people knew them, but still— it got rather boring.

Then again, maybe that's just me…

The rest of Drama was nothing too big, though during the ice breakers I did learn a few more things about Shuichi. Apparently he was quite sure what he wanted to do when he was done with school (also, his favorite color was apparently white).

After Drama the bell rang for lunch and we started down the halls. People rammed into me like always, but the redhead seemed to be better at avoiding them. It took us a few minutes to get to the lunch room and then wait in the lunch line, only to get the mediocre food.

I told Shuichi if he didn't like the food I could make him a lunch in the morning, since I already planed to do so— I just hadn't had the time this particular morning.

He had nodded but said he was perfectly capable to make his own lunch I got the feeling he was used to taking care of himself.

After about ten minutes we were to the counter, and I just got a salad and some chips. I didn't want to try my luck with the meat products. Shuichi got a different type of salad, apparently agreeing with me— it didn't smell too good either….

Reka was waiting for us at the table, and her expression when she saw Shuichi was either 'shocked' or just plain 'wow'. "Reka, Shuichi; Shuichi, Reka," I muttered in a rather dull introduction before I sat down in one of the red chairs and dropped my lunch on the cream-colored table. "Yo."

"It's nice to meet you."

I shook my head at their greetings. Yep, this would certainly be an interesting year. And I really was kind of looking forward to it.

Shuichi sat down next to me, a foot between us, and started eating silently. I didn't want to bother him so I turned to Reka .

"So, how has your day been?" I asked stabbing some lettuce with the plastic fork and shoving it into my mouth before chewing.

Reka wasn't eating anything (she hardly did), and this sometimes worried me. She would always say 'I ate a big breakfast', and I trust her, so I've stopped bugging her about it.

The dark haired girl ran a hand down her opposite arm, humming: "Nothing very interesting, just a lot of stupid class outlines and expatiations, though the art class should be fun."

Oh, I forgot— Reka is a very talented artist; I mean it. She can see something and sketch it, or do something from her head. It doesn't matter what it is, Reka can draw it.

"I see…" I muttered, finishing off the salad. I glanced at the redhead; he was done eating by now and was reading a book I guess he brought with him. It was in Japanese so I didn't know what he was reading. I almost asked him about it but he looked content and I didn't want to distract him from that. I sighed and opened my chips, munching on the cheese flavored snack.

After a few moments I excused myself to the bathroom to wash my hands. As I got to the door to the girl's bathroom two underclassmen walked up, laughing, and almost slammed into me.

God, I hate freshmen. They think they know everything and they're too cocky for there own good. But then again, I can't really say that out loud. After all, we were all once freshmen, and maybe we were stereotyped the same way.

Shaking my head I walked into the bathroom. The smell of the cleaner entered my nose, making me sneeze. The red tile and black doors of the stalls were all too normal to me after seeing them for the past three years.

I walked over to the sink and turned on the water, washing my hands before reaching for the brown paper towels. I blinked, looking in the mirror for a moment.

A girl was staring back at me— my reflection.

I stared at the girl; dull copper hair flowed over her shoulders and covered her forehead, creating a canopy over silver blue eyes. She had pale skin which housed some pimples here and there. She stood at about five foot five and had no baby fat—nothing but muscle. The tops of her ears were pierced, and she only wore a little bit of chapstick for make up.

I sighed, running my figures though my bangs.

The sound of the warning bell made me jump, and I bolted out of the bathroom and back to the lunch room.