Inu-rose: Hello everyone. Sorry it took so long for an update.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Inu-rose: Okay, I need to make another thing clear again...
Lizzi is NOT paired with anyone in this fiction. If you thinkshe should be, feel free to tell me and I'll change it for you.
Ok? Hehehe... I find the bold print works more effectivly. -grins- Oh, and to answer a reviewer's question: No, Tom didn't really get paralyzed. Tom is a made up character, but Lizzi is a real person who goes to my school. (I don't know what her actual foster dad looks like... hehehe...)
Anyway, on with the fic!
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After math was over it was on to Spanish class. (Do they take Spanish in Japan? o.o)
Lizzi didn't really see the point in taking Spanish since she already knew the language. She grumbled a few incoherent things under her breath and trudged to Dona Silvia's class. (Dona's "n" should have a thingy over it, but my computer doesn't work that way.)
"Hola clase!" Dona chirped. /Hello class./
"Hola, Dona Silvia..." the class chorused, bored. /Hello Mrs. Silvia./
"?Mi clase esta?" (Arg... there should be accent marks there and that question markinthe front should beupside-down! Please ignore it best you can... please?) /My class is.../
"Precente..." /Here./
"Pogan sedi pie." (No idea how you spell that...) /Get to your feet./
So the class stood up.
"Yo estoy precente, tu estas precente, el y ellas precente, nosotros precente!" Dona sang, dancing around the room. /I'm here, you're here, he's here, she's here, we are all here/
Everyone else seemed dead to the world - even Yume!
Soon their little dance was over, and they sat down, annoyed at best.
"Okay, clase. Today we are learning about adjectives! O, adjectivos!Will..." Dona glanced about the room. "Lizzi and Yume come here, please? Ahora," /Ahora: Now/
So, Lizzi and Yume walked to the front of the room. "Okay, Lizzi is gordo." Lizzi felt her cheeks burn with humiliation. Gordo meant fat! How dare a teacher say that to her!
"Yume though, is bonita." /Bonita: Pretty and or beautiful./
Yume smiled proudly, although she probably didn't even know what that meant.
Lizzi felt tears prick her eyes and she sniffed, trying to keep them back. 'Don't cry!' she commanded herself. 'Don't! Don't! Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't!'
Alas, her inward commanding failed and a few tears rolled down her cheeks.
She raced from the class room, ignoring the teacher's shouts of 'what are you doing?'
She ran to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall. She wiped her eyes and sniffled, sobbing softly. Tom would've told off that teacher straight forward, but Lizzi didn't want to worry him.
She wiped her eyes again, feeling pity for herself. 'First my parents die, then I go to the orphanage, and... and...' a few tears rolled down her cheeks. 'I have this school that I need to go to. And Tom is hurt.' she began crying lightly. (Sobbing and crying ARE different!) 'Why does God hate me?'
She sniffled and wiped her eyes once more. 'I hate my life. Hmm... suicide seems pretty tempting right now... hm, you're supposed to cut your wrists vertically, right? No wait- stop that!' she commanded herself. 'Suicide is bad. Bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!'
She opened the stall door, stepped out and walked over to the mirror. She sighed. Her blue eyes were watery and red, her face was flushed, her nose was a vibrent pink. She shook her head. "I'm a mess." she murmured, splashing some cold water onto her face.
Lizzi pushed back her black hair and tied it up in a ponytail. "There." she mumbled. "Now it's out of my eyes."
Her eyes were one of the things Lizzi liked about herself. Right now they were red and puffy, but on a normal day her eyes were a dazzeling, dark blue that made Yume's green eyes seem dull and lifeless. (Haha...)
She sighed and tried to smile at herself. But she still saw the ugly girl that everyone made fun of. Not the sweet, intelligent girl that was happy all of the time, despite what others thought.
Now she just saw the ugly duckling - and to her, it seemed she could never be a swan.
Lizzi quietly exited the bathroom and cringed. She didn't want to go back to Spanish class. 'Skiping is bad,' she sighed, 'but I don't care.'
She turned down a few hallways looking for an empty classroom she could hide in. She spotted the music room and smiled softly to herself. 'Here we go.'
She glanced around quickly, and seeing no teachers she took a deep breath. She walked, okay, ran into the room and shut the door behind her.
Lizzi sat herself down in a chair and sighed. 'I hope no one finds me.' she thought, glancing about, nervously.
The doorknob of the music room rattled and Lizzi froze in her spot. 'Ah, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap...'
The door opened to reveal none other then Keiko.
Lizzi sighed of relief and sunk into her seat. "Oh, it's just you."
Keiko, looking confused, walked over to her. "Lizzi, WHAT are you doing? There's no class in here. What's going on?"
'Dammit, she asks too many questions.' Lizzi thought. "I... err... my Spanish teacher..." she fell silent, feeling awkward about the whole situation.
Keiko shook her head. "I'm gonna hafta take you to guidance. If you won't tell ME what's wrong, maybe you'll tell the counselors."
Lizzi paled and jumped up out of her seat. "No!" she yelped.
Keiko blinked. "What? Why not?"
Lizzi clenched her fists. "I don't want to see them. They're no help." Her knuckles turned white and her nails left indents in her palm. "They only make it worse."
Keiko looked surprised. "But... but, Lizzi-"
Lizzi ignored her and walked out the door.
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