A/N: Sorry for no update! Had no inspiration! Anyway, here's a new chapter! Review!

--Michy

CHAPTER THREE:

Wow. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I have a lot to update you on! Alright, let's start with where I left off, shall we?

The Valentines Day Dance didn't happen. There was a flooding in the school, and they had to cancel it. Yes, I was very disappointed about that! But instead, Jizoku and I went to the movies that Saturday (Day before Valentine's Day!), and saw that 'Percy Jackson and The Olympians: The Lightening Thief'. Really good movie, by the way! Definitely enjoyed it!

Yes, he did put his arm around me, but he didn't do the cheesy yawn thing. In fact, his exact words were 'I won't do the cheesy yawn, arm thing. I'll just do this', and put his arm around me. I put my head on it, but soon was both physically and emotionally uncomfortable, and so moved, and he removed it. Poor guy. Anyway, I got a hug goodbye after the movie.

Next news! Oh! I went to a weekend Sports Camp Retreat with Shishido and the group! It was fun! Well, other than him torturing me and threatening me with a pool stick. And me absolutely SUCKING at pool. But I did impress him. Majorly. And everyone else at the camp. Even Atobe! How, you ask? By riding the mechanical bull. Eight times. And staying on VERY long (though that may have something to do with my stripper-biker boots. Lol.). Ooh, how sore my legs were for that next week and a half. Ugh. I hurt just thinking about it!

The next day though, we were tramping through waist high snow to take pictures with groups to see who would win. Oh, that was so horrible with sore legs! Pain! The group I was in came in second though… Ryo's coming in first. We went home the next day after that after much sport-playing.

Oh! I was inducted into the NATIONAL HONORS SOCIETY. It's for smart people who maintain a 3.5 or above GPA in High School! Yes, I'm actually smart. Hah. And do you want to know what I wore to the Induction Ceremony? The dress I was going to wear to the dance. A dark brown halter dress that reached my knees, and had a bow in the back, and a little circle thing between the breast area. And two inch heels. And I did NOT trip in them! I was so proud, I wore them to school the next day. And didn't fall then either. Yes, I'm becoming more graceful… ((Crap, watch me fall this Saturday! Why, I'll tell you in a minute! EE!)

Hmm. I'm still not crushing on Ryo… too much. Alright, you caught me. I slightly like him again, but I'm doing better now on distancing from him and not caring about him, because it's simply not worth it. But I did find out just yesterday that he and his girlfriend were not only dating half a year straight, but have been dating on and off for FOUR YEARS. Talk about a heart crusher. And he passed around a picture of him and her at one of her school's dances. He was in a suit! I was amazed! I've never ever seen him in a suit! She wasn't amazingly pretty, but oh well. His choice. I'm not either, so… whatever.

Okay! Now for THEE biggest news ever. I'M GOING TO THE MILITARY BALL! AND I'M WEARING A DRESS! OMG! Alright, how this happened is: My friend Ami one day walked into Bio and said "Hey, do you happen to want to go to Mill ball?" Yes. That's the first thing she said to me. I was like '…what?' She smiled and said, "My boyfriend's brother is really sweet and he needs a date. He asked me to help him, and I figured since I talked to you all the time, and we could hang out together there, I'd ask you." I hadn't even known her boyfriend's name, let alone his brothers! So, I blinked at her.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Taizu Yomaru, he's a freshman, and he's really sweet. Trust me." I didn't know who it was.

"I don't know him." So I asked her for details, and she just told me pretty much all the same things.

"I can give you his number later and have him text you, and you can get to know him." I agreed. She sent me his number and a picture of him. He had light brown, short hair, and brown eyes. He was cute… kinda. Anyway, I recognized him from somewhere, but didn't know where (…until a few hours later…). We talked for a while, and he was really sweet! He even called me beautiful (…I later found out his brother had been coaching him through it, which kinda ticks me off…)! I asked him what he liked to do, and he mentioned drawing. So I asked him if he was in art class. He said yeah, 11th period. I stared at my phone, literally for two minutes.

He was in my art class, and I didn't even know it. That's just sad on my part. And his. He didn't know either. I told him and he was like 'wow'. So, anyway, the next week he asked me to Military Ball, in art class, and I said yes!

I've got my dress! It's a sort of peach-pink, and has silver designs around the top half. It reaches the floor, and has spaghetti straps. I also have a pair of silver heels that have little diamonds on them, a small silver headband, and a medium silver designed purse. Finally, I'm planning on having my hair in a half ponytail, fully curly, and some makeup. I don't know what though.

My sister's doing my hair, my cousin's girlfriend is doing my makeup (she's realllyyy good at it!), I'm getting my nails redone (fake ones, I do them at Wal-Mart in Regal Nails! They're amazing!) pink or maybe silver, and toes too! I'm so excited!

I made sure to mention it when Ryo was passing around that picture too. And when he asked who I was going with, I pointedly told him, 'It's none of your business, now is it?'

Ooh, I have so much drama going on! And I didn't even mention the fight with my dad! Hah.

Alright. So, my sister has this (half-African American) guy friend, who she really likes. I'm perfectly fine with it, because he's majorly nice, and he treats her like gold. Especially since he was there for her when her dad died, and her boyfriend hadn't been. He's A-Ok in my book. So anyway, my dad is a big racist, and I'm not. He really ticks me off about that stuff. Anyway, we didn't tell him about it, because with him in Kentucky, it's not his business anyway, and sissy didn't want him mad at her. Somehow he found out. He sent me a text.

'Is your sissy dating a black guy?' I replied.

'No, y?' He never answered me. I found out later that he had texted her. Want to know what he said to her? 'I'm ashamed of you'. To his daughter. My sister.

Let me tell you about my sister. She's practically my idol. She had not ever once gotten lower than a 4.0 on her report card. Actually, make that 4.3. She's really smart. She's twenty-one, in college. She goes to school during the day, and works the rest of the day. Sometimes she runs on five hours of sleep at night. She's kept a stable job for a few years (Red Lobster, but oh well), has her own car, buys her own gas, pays for her own car parts, etc. She's smart, pretty, kind, and loveable. She's any parent's dream child. Smart, pretty, independent.

And he's ashamed of her? If anything, he should be extremely proud! I am!

Anyway, I got mad. You can insult me all you want, but you mess with my sister? You're going down. I can be viscous. Trust me I can be. You're about to understand that. Well, I didn't talk to him for days, too mad to say anything. He texted me three days later.

(Him-Bold, me-italics)

Hey. I haven't talked to you in a while, you mad at me or something?

Yes. I am.

Why? What'd I do?

What you did to sissy was freaking bullcrap and you know it.

What? You're only hearing their side of the story!

I saw the freaking text message. That's bullcrap, there was no reason for it.

Yes there was. He's a black guy.

SKIN COLOR DOESN'T FREAKING MATTER. He treats sissy like gold! She's actually happy with him, and I'm sorry, but saying 'you can't date him, he's black' would be like me telling you 'you can't date Cheryl. She's from Kentucky, you're from Tokyo'.

No, that's different.

How?!

It is, now don't get an attitude with me.

I'll get an attitude if I want. Isn't it you that always taught me to stand up for what I believe in? That's what I'm doing.

Well, things continued from there. I don't remember exact words. Anyway, it came to:

You shouldn't be upset to know she's with a black guy! Because you should be upset to know that she wasn't happy before, and you did nothing to stop it! She's smiling and loveydovey, and I've NEVER seen my sister so happy. I'm not FREAKING selfish enough to stop my sister from happiness because of what skin color he is.

Lots of girls like sissy have been ruined for life by being with a black guy.

SHE WON'T GET RUINED! She has me, mom, the family, her friends. Everyone but you. And that doesn't make much of a difference.

She didn't loose me.

Yes she did. You weren't there for her when she needed you. HE was. He was by her side throughout her dad's cancer, when she needed YOU and her boyfriend. NEITHER of you were there. So she lost her dad AND her stepdad.

He said some other stuff, and I got real mad.

I can't believe you said you're ashamed of her! You should be proud! She's an amazing person, and shes the best person I know. She takes the time to get to know a person, not judge them by their skin color. Which is something you can't say you've ever done. She's a much better person than you are, and you had no right to say that.

Your wrong and ungrateful.

Oh. One of your kids is shameful, and the other's ungrateful? Wonderful kids you have, huh? And I'd rather be wrong and ungrateful then be racist and rude like you are. So whatever. I'm getting my nails done. Bye.

I'm still a great dad, and I'll be here to pick up the pieces when things fall down.

I just snorted at the text message, rolled my eyes, and put my phone away without bothering to reply. Yeah, smart, dad, tick me off. You know how mad I get.

I didn't talk to him for days. Literally. My MOM had to convince me to talk to him. And then it was just an I love you and that was about it.

See? I can be viscous. Back off my sister. Just back away slowly.

Anyway, that's all so far! I'll write soon hopefully! Bye!!

--Michiko Hazao. 4.19.10.

A/N: Review and let me know what you think! Hope you liked it!

--Michy