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I awoke to the sound of a loud, high-pitched alarm clock chiming in my ear. I grumbled and turned to look at the clock. I saw the light flash on and I flinched.
"Nigaito…what is wrong with you?" I asked.
"I like to get up early, sleeping in too late is bad for your health," Nigaito explained and turned to turn off his alarm clock.
"Yeah, but I don't think getting up before the sun rises is healthy either," I muttered and turned over so that I was away from that terrible light.
"Here, I'll set the clock for 6:00, that way you can sleep an extra two hours," Nigaito said. I heard some clicks on the alarm clock before Nigaito stopped and moved on. Yeah right, I'd never be able to sleep with that incessant blinding light.
The next time I woke up, it wasn't due to the alarm clock but rather a loud pounding on the door. I grumbled slightly but considering I had no idea where Nigaito was, it was my responsibility to answer the door. I slumped out of my comfy, warm bed and out into the cold, unforgiving air.
"What the hell, you'd think a rich kid's school would be warm in the morning," I muttered to myself as I answered the door. My first instinct was to slam it in the individual's face, but when memories of my mother scolding me for rude behavior resurfaced, I knew that it was no longer an option.
"Hello, I have come to take you on a morning walk," Piko said with a smirk as though he expected me to swoon or something stupid like that.
"…I'm too tired for this, I'm going back to sleep," I said and prepared to close the door.
"Wait, Rin, school starts in an hour, shouldn't you be getting ready?" Piko asked, I turned to looked at the clock and was dismayed at the '6:30'.
"What the hell happened to the alarm clock!" I muttered and this time did slam the door in Piko's face. I needed to get ready fast! I could've sworn I heard some muttering from behind the door, but I just ignored it. First, since Lola had told me that there were no girl uniforms yet I could wear what I wanted. So I decided on a light gray T-shirt. It was slightly baggy because, well, tight shirts didn't work too well due to my non-existent chest. After that, I chose some black jeans shorts and my orange converse, it was a plain outfit but it was nice for the first day. After all, if I was going to be the only girl and the only one not dressed in a uniform, I at least wanted to blend in somewhat. After that, I ran to the bathroom to brush my hair and fix any bumps that happened in the night before tying my white ribbon in it the way I always did.
I did all of the other essential things before putting on some make-up, I only really used it to cover up imperfections. After deeming myself presentable, I grabbed my schoolbag which had been packed and shoving in the necessary papers and books (which wasn't much) before running out the door. I grunted in irritation when I saw that Piko had been waiting for me.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Do you want to get some breakfast?" Piko asked, completely ignoring my question.
The growling of my stomach answered the question for me, and before I knew it I was being dragged to the mess hall, dining room, or whatever it was called. I didn't really care much, though, because I really wanted an orange at that moment.
When we got there, the place was swimming with life, students were buzzing around getting food and chatting with friends. It wasn't peaceful by any means, but it seemed happy. I smiled; I half expected everything to be in chaos.
"What is it you want to eat?" Piko asked.
"Well, I really like oranges…" I trailed off. Piko was gone in a moment, he didn't seem like the type who would wait on someone, but I was mistaken, apparently. Or maybe he was just trying to impress me and show me just how 'amazing' he was. Either way, when I saw an omelet bar I promptly forgot about Piko who was off getting me oranges.
I approached the bar, feeling excited already to taste the rich food.
"What do you want on your omelet?" the lady working there smiled cheerfully.
"Hm, alright! I want cheese, ham, bacon, beef strips and bell peppers!" I exclaimed. I licked my lips at the aroma of other omelets cooking. The lady wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"O-Of course," she replied, feigning a cheerful tone, "But are you sure you want all that meat?"
Now I understood her unsaid words, 'Are you sure you want all that fatty meat?' I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Yes, you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day so I always try to eat enough to get me to lunch," I said.
The lady said nothing else as she gathered my omelet ingredients. I waited patiently off the side with all of the other one's waiting for their omelets. Four omelets later, my cheesy, meaty mess of an omelet was handed to me. Ah, it looked so delicious. I claimed myself the proper utensils and a cup of OJ.
"Now what?" I muttered to myself and scanned over the entire dining hall. I spotted a familiar head of turquoise hair, so with a sigh, I skipped over to him. "Heeeey, Mikuo." I greeted.
Mikuo jumped just a bit before turning to look at me, you know, that uniform looked good on him. Don't get me wrong, I didn't like Mikuo or anything but it's not like I couldn't appreciate when someone looked good. Now, if only I saw Len in a uniform like this…no bad, Rin, bad! Too many perverted thoughts too early in the morning. He made room for me to sit next to him, so I happily plopped beside him.
I kept my distance, just in case he was getting some weird ideas.
"That's quite the omelet you've got there," Mikuo commented, why did he sound so damn amused?
"Yes, and I will enjoy every dang moment clogging my arteries with this thing," I replied and for emphasis shoved a huge forkful into my mouth. Mikuo looked a bit disgusted with me. Ha! Who's dainty now, bitch? However, he shrugged it off, darn.
"So, what's your first class?" Mikuo asked. I strained my brain for the information but eventually just gave up and pulled the schedule I'd received yesterday.
"It's English," I said.
"Damn, my first is math, but I can still show to your class if you want," Mikuo offered.
"Actually, that'd be pretty fantastic, please do," I replied. There was one less class to be worried about finding. This place was so big it was like a maze, and I wasn't even directionally challenged either.
"Alright, you'd better finishing eating though," Mikuo said, eying the greasy egg on my plate with disdain. What did he have against omelets? I, personally, thought they were delicious. Len did as well, though he preferred them with more vegetables than meat. How much weirder can a person get?
I quickly finished my omelet and OJ before standing up and following the Mikuo who had already finished his bowl of oatmeal with leaks in it (and he thought my omelet was gross!).
"Let's go," Mikuo said, and go we did. He not only showed me where my classes are located (I only remembered English for my own sake) but all of the attractions around the school. It had ice cream stands to game rooms to even spas (which, according to Mikuo, weren't very popular). It was honestly the wealthiest place I'd ever stood in and, even though it was by mistake, I was proud to be a part of such a school.
But, as stubborn as it sounds, I would've still rather been with Len and the others. I guess when someone's in love they don't give a shit about how wonderful their surroundings are if that person isn't there.
"What do you think of the school?" Mikuo asked.
"Well, I think it's safe to say I'm impressed," I replied with a small chuckle.
"It is a pretty nice school," Mikuo commented.
"It is, I've never been in a school like this before," I admitted.
"Well, yeah, the same for me when I first came here. The Hatsune's aren't made out of money. I had to get here on a scholarship plus, even after that, I had to audition," Mikuo replied.
"Wow, that sounds pretty difficult and here I only got here by a mistake," I laughed wryly.
"Well, I'm sure you must be somewhat talented or else you couldn't have been accepted," Mikuo replied.
"Yeah, I guess…hey, Miku's a pretty talented singer. Why isn't she going to a school like this?" I asked.
"Well, Vocaloid Academy tried to recruit her with a full scholarship and benefits but she refused," Mikuo said.
"What? Why would she do that, it's a great offer!" I exclaimed.
"Something about not wanting to go to a school without any boys," Mikuo laughed as though Miku's reasons were stupid. Well, they kind of were. Miku dreamed of being a star and she'd turned down her best chance at that dream because of boys. Boys! The alien beings that I was now trapped with!
"Well…I'm sure she got scholarships to some unisex schools. Why didn't she accept those offers?" I asked.
"It's because she didn't want to leave her friends. She said a certain blonde one would've been heartbroken without her," Mikuo smiled. It was obvious he was referring to me.
"Yes, I'm sure Neru wouldn't be able to get up in the morning knowing Miku was off living the dream," I said as seriously as I could. I almost burst out laughing twice.
"Who's Neru?" Mikuo asked.
"Oh, she's just another friend back home, she's also blonde," I explained to him. He nodded in recognition.
"Yeah, I think I've seen her before," Mikuo replied. I tilted my head in surprise.
"Where've you Neru before?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Whenever I go out to visit, Miku shows me pictures of her single friends to see if I'm interested," Mikuo replied.
"Okay, don't take this the wrong way, but why didn't Miku ever show you my picture?" I asked.
"Probably because she knew you already liked someone," Mikuo smiled almost…bitterly.
"That person being me," someone new said. I let out a shocked gasp at the sudden sound…way to go; almost give me a heart attack.
"I told you already! I don't like you!" I exclaimed in aggravation at Piko.
"Rin, why'd you leave, I got your oranges but I couldn't find you," Piko said, completely ignoring my pervious comment.
"If only it had stayed that way," I muttered.
"Why don't you leave her alone, it's obvious she doesn't like you," Mikuo snapped…boy did he look pissed. Piko opened his mouth to reply when, saved by the bell, the bell rang.
"Well, thanks for showing me around Mikuo, I'll see you later," I said quickly and walked away from that tense environment.
"Rin, wait!" two voices called after me. Too bad I was already lost in the crowd. Well, too bad for them anyway. My English Class was close by, closer than I'd remembered it being but I didn't let it bother me. Instead, I meandered into my classroom so I could get a decent seat by the window, possibly in the back.
Can you imagine my disappointment when all of them were already taken? Which, by the way, who ever gets to class early to get the good seats? When does anyone do that? Well apparently everyone considering there were like four seats in the front, and one in the middle. Without much of a choice, I took the middle one. I knew Len would've scolded me for that choice, but no one at this school knew me yet and I didn't want them thinking I was some studious girl.
But I suppose a middle seat was good, if I was in the back they might've assumed I was a slacker. Sitting in the middle of the room was just right, just like any normal student. The bell rang after another 5 minutes, and finally after making us all wait, our teacher meandered in. He was panting hard and he looked a mess, the papers from his little briefcase were falling out. He coughed awkwardly and adjusted his glasses.
"Hello, class, my name is Kiyoteru Hiyama and I'll be teaching all of you English for this year," our teacher, Hiyama-sensei, introduced himself as he wrote his name on the blackboard.
"Hello, sensei," everyone in the class mumbled. Whoa, was there a lack of respect here or what? At my old school you'd get backhanded for that kind of lack of energy.
Then again, this was a prissy school, and at prissy schools you get away with everything.
"Right, well, first order of business is handing out the syllabus," Hiyama-sensei said and began searching his desk for some papers. "Now, where did I put those...?"
I heard the boy in front of me laugh, and then...he held up a stack of papers all neatly clipped together.
"I took them before class started, he's gonna have a fun time explaining this blunder to Lola-bitch," he whispered. I glared at him; it was one thing to prank the real snotty teachers, or to just do it for good-hearted fun. But, picking on some kind-hearted teacher to feed off their discomfort was just not okay. I liked pranking people because at the end of the day, everyone's laughing. I doubted Hiyama-sensei would be laughing when Lola-sensei was scolding him because he had to leave our class of ruffians alone to cause trouble while he made more copies of the syllabus. I grabbed the papers from the boy's hands; he turned around in shock as I stood up.
"Hiyama-sensei, I took these before class started as a prank, pretty funny, right?" I said. Everyone's eyes bore into me, I wasn't going to be a snitch but I couldn't bear to watch my fellow students bully our obviously flustered teacher.
"Ah, Kagamine-san, Lola informed me of your...past behavior. This kind of thing is simply not acceptable here, I'll let you off the hook this time, but I will not tolerate this again," Hiyama-sensei scolded. He looked disappointed in me, but I just smiled at him. I'd done him a favor. Besides, I doubted he'd ever send me off to Lola. Hiyama-sensei walked to me, and I met him halfway to deliver him the syllabus' before returning to my seat. Most everyone looked shock, except of course for the boy and his little buddies. They were glaring.
"What'd you do that for?" the boy in front of me whispered maliciously just as Hiyama-sensei started talking.
"Could you be quiet, sensei is speaking," I replied.
"Should've figured the only girl here would be a goody-two-shoes," the boy snorted and turned around. I merely shrugged; whatever floated their boat was fine with me. Hiyama-sensei spoke for the rest of the class after handing out the syllabus, it was pretty simple, just a list of needed books and proper behavior. It seemed I'd already broken a rule or two.
Finally, finally, after the most boring lecture of respect (a lecture I'd heard many times from master) the bell rang. Wow, this bell just kept saving me. I think I like this bell. Before, Hiyama-sensei dismissed us; everyone stood up and walked out of the room. Hiyama-sensei looked distressed but he didn't do a thing as the students filed out. Did anyone here have an ounce of respect? It even said on the syllabus 'do not leave until dismissed'!
It's like they thought because they were accepted to some prissy, talented school, they could behave however they wanted. And I knew exactly why too.
It's because they thought they were better than everyone else, and therefore didn't have to follow regular rules.
"Kagamine-san, why haven't you left yet?" Hiyama-sensei asked, other students had already begun prancing into the classroom.
"Sensei, you haven't dismissed me yet," I replied. Well, if no one else would follow the rules someone had to!
"You're dismissed, Kagamine-san," Hiyama-sensei smiled, it had seemed I'd made his day. Now, I knew, he was on my side.
I stood up from my seat and walked out of the room. That was the end of that class…and I'd forgotten where Band was. I was really looking forward to it, too. Of course, I had no idea of what instrument I'd be placed with or even what kind of band it was but I didn't care. I could shake a tambourine and I'd be happy.
I loved music.
I walked in a random direction until I noticed a boy with a violin case strapped to his back, I followed him until he entered a Math classroom and I realized he probably had Band later. Well, then again, more like Orchestra. I really didn't want to ask anyone here where to go, plus the hallways were very nearly empty now considering the heavy amount of time I'd spent searching for it.
I approached the first boy I saw, he was really…BIG! Like extremely tall, and I'm not just saying that because I'm short, I mean he was TALL!
"Um, do you know where the Band room is?" I asked him in the most respectful way. He was probably my upperclassman.
"Hm? Yeah, I was just about to head over there, I'll show you the way," he said, I thanked my lucky stars that he wasn't some deranged creeper.
"T-Thank you very much," I stammered. He gave me a reassuring nod and then a smile, I returned it very gratefully. We both walked in pretty much silence after that until finally, just as the final bell rang, we entered the band room. Everyone in there was sitting in a circle on the floor with our sensei in the middle.
"Kamui…" he growled in a gruff voice, he looked livid I tell you. "I keep telling you to show up before the bell…AND YOU EVEN DRAGGED THE NEW GIRL INTO YOUR STRANGE HABIT!"
"Calm down, sensei, she was lost so I showed her the way," my upperclassman, Kamui explained. Our teacher grumbled to himself.
"Just take a seat, both of you," our teacher groaned. I quickly plopped down to the ground, but my upperclassman took his sweet ass time. Finally, once Kamui had pulled out a seat from those stacked on the opposite side of the room and sat down, our teacher began speaking.
"Alright class, my name is Tonio and I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year. In this class, I'll teach you how to play instruments that you've probably never played before. And, of course, you will get to compose your own songs with an instrument you're talented with."
Well…that sounded simple enough…
Actually, that sounded fantastic! This school was better than I thought! We didn't have to waste our time teaching other students to play; instead our teacher would just do that part while everyone else composed their own songs! Haha, take this Miku; I am going to surpass your musical prowess.
I was gonna have a blast in the class!
"Now, everyone go pick out an instrument," Tonio said and crossed his arms. Everyone stood up from the floor and began chatting excitedly. Well, they seemed enthusiastic. I wished I had my guitar with me; I would've had to bring it tomorrow, so for this day, I chose an acoustic guitar.
It was a nice model, nowhere near the level of craftsmanship I've seen in the past, but definitely a good guitar. I pulled up a seat and rested the guitar on my legs. With one strum, I knew it was poorly out of tune. Seriously, did no one ever play these instruments…well, I knew an entire summer had passed but still!
I carefully tuned it to my preference and strummed it again. It had a nice, gentle sound. I couldn't use this for my regular kind of song; I would have to choose something more gentle…dammit! I wasn't good with gentle songs! That's why my guitar was electric! Well, I suppose it was about time for a soft song.
In the end, it ended up as Miku's World is Mine on acoustic.
"I have no originality," I groaned to myself. I guess I really should leave the acoustics to Len. After putting the guitar away in its proper place, I moved to one of the available keyboards. I just started playing it, messing around with the different tones that it could have. Some sounded hilarious, some sounded hilarious. I played a relatively repetitive beat, most songs weren't very original in that aspect.
"Choushi ni norun ja nee wa yo," I sang at a certain part in the repetitive song. "Hey, I might just be onto something!"
Of course, now wasn't the time to be writing down lyrics, I knew that was something to be done in my own free time. Still, I needed to keep that in mind for later…
Halfway through class, Tonio fell asleep in his desk and students began chatting amongst themselves. And let me tell you something, you try composing a complex piano piece and mentally adding random lyrics when at least forty voices chattering in your ears.
You can't do it. So, instead of banging my hands on the keys in frustration, instead, I closed it and turned around on the bench to look at my classmates. I had never realized how strange everyone looked, I mean, really, it was a stretch to believe that Miku's hair was natural but rainbow? Yeah, nice try.
I suppose it was some sort of technique to stick out, after all, in a school like this there were probably talent scouts lurking around every corner.
Well, I was sticking to my plain ol' blonde hair, thank you very much, I'm sure being a girl in a sea of boys would certainly attract attention anyway.
"Hey, new girl!" someone called to me. Oh damn, who'd done it? I really should pay more attention.
"What is it?" I asked, allowing my eyes to scan over the students. Eventually, my eyes landed on some weird pink-haired guy looking at me with some other weird looking guys surrounding him. They were all looking at me so I naturally assumed that they were the ones. You know the pink-haired one looked a bit like Luka.
"Come here," he said. I was a bit hesitant at first, but in the end, I ended up standing in their strange little circle.
"So, your name is Rin Kagamine, that's nice," the pink-haired one commented, chuckling nervously. I raised an eyebrow.
"VY2, stop beating around the bush and just ask her," one of his friends jabbed his elbow into the pink-haired guy's side. Well, I really hoped that was a nickname or else that'd be pretty sad…
"How did you get into the school, we're all really curious to know. We didn't think that girls were permitted here," VY2 sputtered out so quickly I barely heard him.
"…Um…I guess there's no harm in sharing. I got in here by mistake; I was supposed to be going to Vocaloid Academy but Mas-, er, my old Principal sent my file here by accident and Lola-sensei accepted me because apparently she's allowed to do that," I tried my best to explain.
"Oh…I see, so, you never auditioned?" VY2 asked.
"…No, I didn't," I replied.
"What? She didn't have to audition? That's not fair!" one of VY2's friends exclaimed. Everyone immediately hushed down and turned to look at us. Well, Mikuo had mentioned something about an audition but…
"Yeah," I heard a couple of people agree.
"She should have to audition too!" someone else exclaimed. I shrugged, I didn't mind auditioning. If I failed then what were they gonna do?
Either send me back or keep me anyway.
"Play something right now!" someone exclaimed. Now? B-But my guitar was at the room, what on Earth could I play for them? I'd already proved that I can't play acoustic for shit.
"W-What do you want me to play?" I stammered. So many outbursts exploded at once that it was hard to even hear my own thoughts; honestly, it was a shock that it didn't awaken Tonio.
"Okay, guys, shut up! I think we should give her a month to prepare because everyone else got that amount of time!" VY2 exclaimed. Everyone quieted down instantly. Well, that was just great, I had one month to prepare a song for all of these…classmates, so that they'd respect me. What was I even supposed to play them? I mean, honestly!
Wait…there was one song, but I hadn't played it in months…and it was gonna be hard to do it without vocals. Plus, it would definitely need some tweaking if I wouldn't be singing to it…but it could work.
"Fine, if you guys really want me to have an audition, I'll do it. One month from now, I'll play you all a song on the piano!" I said. Everyone, after nodding in agreement, went back to their usual chatting. "Was that your plan?" I asked VY2.
"What? No, of course not, we were all just curious, is all!" VY2 exclaimed.
"Mmhm, sure, whatever you say," I said, making my disbelief clear.
"No, I'm serious! I-…my name is Roro Yuuma, but everyone calls me VY2," he held his hand to me. Well…his introduction had been random, but it certainly had been about time that I learned his name.
"Why do people call you that?" I asked.
"It's a complicated story," VY2 laughed awkwardly so I assumed he wasn't ready to share. For now, I would not push it.
The bell rang shortly after that, and everyone filtered out of the classroom. Great, now I had to find someone who knew where Vocals were.
"Hey, VY2 wait up!" I exclaimed.
"What is it?" he asked as he turned away from his snickering group of friends. What? Did they think I was going to ask him out or something? Ha, fat chance.
"Do you know how I can get to Vocals?" I asked.
"Oh, it's somewhere in this hallway, just look for the door that's painted bright pink and you'll know," VY2 explained. Great, a bright pink door, at the very least it'd be easy to find.
Just as VY2 had said, Vocals was in that hallway, and just as he had warned, it was painted cotton candy pink.
The moment I walked in, I was overcome with the scent of vanilla. Ugh, I mean, was our teacher baking cupcakes in here or something? A couple students were sitting in some brightly colored seats just staring in a certain area, that's when I noticed our teacher.
First off, she was a girl, and second, her tits were Meiko status. It was really no wonder all the guys were staring at her. Well, at least that meant I wouldn't attract any attention…
"RIN!" someone screamed from across the room, all of the guys begrudgingly pulled their eyes away from our teacher's tits to me. Great, just fucking great, I'd have to kill whoever ruined my peace. I turned my attention to the perp to see none other than Kaito waving happily to me.
At least I knew someone in this class. I noticed Akaito was sitting next to him while listening to his iPod and texting someone on his phone. With a sigh, I made my way over to them and found a yellow chair to sit in along the way.
"…Hey, Kaito," I greeted.
"Wow, I can't believe we have this class together!" Kaito exclaimed a little too cheerfully. Still, I wasn't worried considering the obvious looks he was giving to our teacher's tits in the corner of his eye.
He was probably just a naturally cheerful person, if only we all had that luxury.
"Why is that a surprise?" I asked.
"Because this class is reserved for either the upperclassmen or the extremely talented singers," Akaito said as he took out his headphones…ASDFJKLFDGKJIAER!
HOW COULD LOLA PUT ME IN THE TALENTED CLASS, SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HOW MY VOICE SOUNDED!
"WHAT?" I exclaimed a bit too loudly.
"Yeah, you must have sounded really good in your audition to get into this class, Rin!" Kaito commented.
I did not reply to that.
"Are you stupid or something? If she got in here by mistake then there's no way she auditioned," Akaito snorted. Once again, all eyes were on me, and there were a lot of people in the classroom at this time.
"What? Is that true, did you not audition, Rin?" Kaito asked, truly perplexed.
"…No, I didn't," I finally responded after a moment of hesitation. Everyone, and I mean everyone gasped. Man, I really wished that Lola had made me audition even if it was only for show. Well, at least this time I knew how to bite this one in the butt before it got out of control.
"Okay, okay, if you guys want I'll sing you all a song…I just need some preparation time," I sighed. Everyone nodded in agreement; I even heard some murmurs in there.
It was that moment when the bell rang.
"Alright class, I'll be your Vocals instructor for this year. I see some underclassmen in here, you should be proud you made it this far so quickly. We'll start off by introductions, I'll go first, my name is Sweet Ann, and I specialize in country and classic rock songs," our teacher said. Her voice was very beautiful, it had a sweet sound. I did have to wonder though if Sweet Ann was her real name.
One by one my classmates shared their names, most of them turned out to be pretty normal, though there were a couple of gems in there. Finally, as it was my turn and I stood up from my yellow chair, I noticed Sweet Ann glaring at me. What was her deal?
"Hello, my name is Rin Kagamine. I sing my best with pop and rock songs," I said and then plopped into my seat. Sweet Ann gave me a stern look before her kind smile returned. Seriously, what was her problem with me?
"Alright, I know it's annoying of me to start off the year with an assignment but this is the Advanced Class. I need everyone here to prepare a song for tomorrow to sing in front of the class. Of course, not everyone will be performing tomorrow, but make sure you're prepared. Anything goes, you can have duets, you can do cover songs or your own personal songs. It's your choice," Sweet Ann said. Well, this was just great; I just hoped my classmates would count this as my audition for them. Probably not, these people were stingy.
"I'll let you spend the rest of class figuring out what you're going to do," Sweet Ann smiled in a way that could only be described sweetly (though it looked more bitter to me).
I had a good idea of what I was going to sing, something impressive so that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to prove myself to my classmates any further.
Kaito and I chatted about our potential songs for the remaining period, I had to admit, Kaito had some fantastic ideas.
Kind of a pity I hadn't thought of them.
The bell rang soon after our conversation, and once again, I was left searching for someone who would know where my next class was. It was Akaito who ended up showing me the way, which I was grateful for.
I really hated History. No, I mean, I really hated it. I wasn't a History buff, in fact, quite frankly, it annoyed me. I understood the need to learn it (you know, to avoid repeating past mistakes) but that never made me like it any more.
There was nothing interesting in that class, not one thing. The teacher was as boring as a piece of chalk, and we were learning about pre-history. I mean, really, who cares. I doubt we're going back to the caveman days anytime soon.
Also, the bell was not my friend during that class. It took forever to ring its little head. Finally, when it did, I was able to stumble (I say stumble because there were so many people jostling elbows with me that I continually tripped) to lunch. I was starving. I managed to make it to the Dining Hall…place? Seriously, why have I not learned the proper name to that place yet? Back at my old school it was called 'Bring your own lunch, or buy a sandwich' better known as the 'Cafeteria'.
The lines actually weren't unbearably long, surprisingly, because there were so many options for the students to choose from. Seriously? At my old school you practically had to jump out the window to make it to the sandwiches before they sold out. I got in line for the special because I didn't really know what else to get. I ended up with a handmade bento; it had a delicate smell, nothing like the way my mother made them.
Finding who to sit with was the next important matter, after all, I needed to avoid Piko like the plague. Sitting with him again was not an option.
My eyes brushed over the crowd when I felt someone brush my shoulder with their hand, I turned to look at the person to see none other than VY2 with a smile.
"Hey, wanna sit with us?" he asked. Wow, I guess being the only girl in a school of boys had its advantages.
"Sure," I replied with a grin of my own. I followed him off to 'his' table. The first thing I noticed were his very…colorful friends. There was a purple haired guy who, once again, looked like a member of the Shion family. His hair was a dark purple, his skin pale, and there were a few bandages wrapped around his head and covered his eye. The next person was that Kamui guy whose first name was unknown to me. Then, of course, were his friends from earlier.
"Hey guys, this is Rin Kagamine though you probably remember her from Lola's announcement yesterday," VY2 announced as we reached the table.
"Yeah," one of his friends chuckled, "we remember her."
VY2's face went red. Was I…missing something here?
"Rin…" the purple haired Kaito/Akaito/Nigaito lookalike muttered and looked at me like I was a prize. It very much reminded me of the way my mom would sometimes look when she went all yandere (I still needed to give her a call). I should have figured there would be a yandere here. Though, the only reason he was yandere liking me was because I was probably the only girl he'd seen in a long while.
Then again, maybe he was just admiring the way my bow looked in comparison to his bandages.
"Get lost again?" the Kamui guy asked with a smirk.
"Nope, finding a pink door is quite simple, really," I replied.
Everyone laughed. They must've understood the pain of a pink door.
"Rin-chan!" I heard someone call for me. At first, I was bewildered until the voice was recognized and I groaned.
"Um? Rin…is that your friend?" VY2 asked.
"No…" I trailed off in humiliation.
"There you are!" Piko exclaimed. I could hear him walking over and the horrible feeling that washed over the group. I guess I wasn't the only one who disliked Piko.
In my sadness, I put my head down on the table in defeat.
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Me: Weeeeeellllll, that tis the end. That. Tis. The. End. I really had fun writing this (sorry for the long wait, so much has been going on). Well, this is going to be part 1 of this Chapter and lunch seemed like a good place to end it. Stay tuned for part 2, I'll try my best to start writing soon. Reward me with lots of reviews, after all, my birthday is in TWO DAYS give me a present by tons of amazing reviews. I love your commentary. LOVE IT!
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