I'm All Alone

Rana- Hey, it's me!

Salty- I guess I'm here too?

Rana- Yasu Yoake-Chan doesn't own Prince of tennis, Ra (the Egyptian god of the sun), or Fan fiction. Also, we don't know who came up with the term Mary Sue. Oh, Justin Bieber is mentioned, but my guess is that Yasu-Chan would say 'Who'd wanna own him?' or something of that nature.

I'm sorry to Justin Bieber fans but I agree with this statement. Though I do know two people who'd wanna own him. Very badly.

Salty- Um...I guess I was here to say enjoy?

Chapter 3

I sighed. 'I cant believe I'm late for school!' I cursed at myself in my mind because not only was I late but I thought school started this week when in reality it started last week.

About ten minutes later I reached the school.

"You shouldn't come to school late," Some girl who was smiling with her eyes close said...Wait. No, thats a guy. He was wearing the boy's uniform, like me and had no curves what so ever...like me. I don't care though.

Then the bell rang.

"Oh my ra. Now I'm even more late!" (Still emotionless just in case you were wondering.)

"No thats just the first bell."
"Then why did you say that I was late?" I yelled, careful to stay emotionless.

"Because it's good advice," he said calmly. His smile widened.

There was a huge flash, a click and I was blinded. What the fudge? My vision eventually started to un-blur and I saw that he was looking at the back of his digital camera. He did not...

"Ne, are you always so photogenic?" I thought I detected a bit of sarcasm in his voice. I warily walked over to him and he showed me his camera. My eye twitched.

It was me, but there were bags under my eyes and my head was tilted slightly, my pale skin looked paler and my mouth was opened stupidly. I looked like a stupid zombie!

I looked up at him.

"Erase it. Now."

His smile widened even more, if it was possible.

"No, in fact it is the most...phenomenal photo of a person I have ever seen. I might just show everyone I know."
Oh...this guy's good. He has blackmail material on someone who's only been in his school for five seconds.

"Hm," I grunted in appraisal. "Not bad. Even I've never gotten black mail that fast."

His eyes opened, and I guessed that if my eyes weren't about the same color, and I was a regular person, I would've been scared.

"Blackmail? What is this blackmail you speak of?" he asked, his eyes half closed gently, his head tilted on his shoulder.

"Oh no no no. You aren't gonna silence me with your girlish charm!"

"Girlish...charm?"

There was an awkward moment where wind blew past us while my finger was pointed at him. It wasn't that hard cause he was a little taller than me.

"I was just taking pictures," he said, smiling pleasantly with his eyes closed, holding up his camera, as though for proof.

"OH MY RA! We're still not in class!"

His blue eyes, that I then noticed were actually a little lighter than mine, opened a lot.

"Let's go!" He grabbed my wist and charged for the school. Oh my ra! I'm a tennis player and I'm still not used to this sort of speed. "What year are you?" he yelled while we were running.

"What?"

"WHAT YEAR ARE YOU?" he yelled louder.

"First year." I tried to recall the name of my class in the paper that was clutched and my hand, which I couldn't bring to my face as we were going too fast, was being nearly torn off by the speed that he was running at. My feet seemed to not reach the floor, either. "Class 1-C right now! Period Math!"

He ran a little longer, and I wondered if we were ever going to stop. And then, a miracle occurred. He stopped.

I hit his back loudly. But we were done! I could feel my feet on the ground!

Hallelujah!
He let my wist down and nodded down at me.

"I have a feeling that I'll be seeing you later." He smiled then zoomed off down another hallway.

"What does that..." he was already gone. "mean."

I looked around and realized that I was in front of my class room.

"Oh. Well thanks whoever that person was."

I knocked on the door, aware that I was late. The door slid open. It was a tall, well built man with white hair and narrow brown eyes who met my eyes. He peered down at me with a frown before opening the door wide for me and smiling.

"You must be Nighto-kun," he said, grinning. His voice was much friendlier than I thought it would be.

"Uh, yeah. Something like that." I stared up at him, rubbing the back of my head.

"Oh, well stay out here for a moment while I introduce you," he said, turning back to the classroom, smiling. "Today class, I have a special treat for you all." I heard the class gasp and start whispering in scattered groups.

"Maybe he got us Justin Beiber to make up for all of the boring math lessons!" whispered a girl by the door loudly. I pretended to hurl.

"You may come in, Night-kun." I stepped in, walking slowly. My newly cut hair short hair waving slightly.(1)

I turned to the class, slightly bored yet nervous. I was never a good speaker. They all seemed to gasp.

"Oh my gosh! He's sort of cute," I heard the girl from earlier say. I turned to her, my eyes wide. I think the hair on my left eye moved a little.

She stared at my eyes.

"Whoa...amazing." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm Night Raven. First year, as you can guess. I HATE Justin Bieber," the girl who was talking earlier gasped. "And most either teenage celebrities from America. I don't like English too good cause I sort of suck at it. It's been a pleasure to meet you." Due to my monotone voice, I think they might've thought I was lying about the last part.

"Nighto-kun, you can sit next to...Akari Naozumi-Chan." he said, pointing at a boy with black green hair and golden eyes.

"Echizen?" I said a bit loud, pointing at him.

Echizen rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Nighto-kun. Echizen-kun isn't in this class. That's Akari Naozumi-chan, his cousin. She's a girl."

I stared at them, my eyes(or eye) wide. Wow...

"Nice to meet ya'," They said, their voice sounding bored. They looked up at me and smirked. "Seat mate." Something about their smirk told me that they wanted to give me hell.

I started to walk over my seat when the teacher said,

"Ah, my names Mr. Kishimori. And class," he turned away from me as I moon walked back to the front of the class (walked backwards cause I was too lazy to turn around), my face a little warm. "do you have any questions for Nighto-Kun?"

At least half of the class' hands raised up.

"Heitaka-chan?" the girl who was asking about Justin Beiber raised her hand. Her eyes were closed like the guy's who took me here and their black hair was cut short and clean. Their eyelashes and facial features were too girlie to be a boy, though and they were wearing the girl's uniform.

"Hey, Night-kun," she said bluntly. "Are you a Mary-sue, except not perfect? Your name sounds like one."

I opened my eyes wide, and glared her, knowing that a Mary-sue was a term for an annoyingly perfect idiot on fan fiction.

"No, and what about you?" I pretended to be scratching my forehead and showed her my other eye again. She only stared at me and began to mutter nonsense.

The End, For Now

(1) So if u read the last chapter she looked like Toshiro cause she had her hair up under her hat so Coach Ryuzaki had her cut it so people would think shes a boy...also, she is wearing a boys uniform.