Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or Ryoma, the cute little devil that he is. (Just joking about that second part…. 8P )
This regular conversation
These are thoughts.
Author's note: I updated so quickly last time with my longest chapter yet! I hope I can make this one just as long. Yay! I hit pass the 50 review marker!! Yippee!
=========Chapter 6: Hi, My name is…==========
"You!" she said out loud, pointing at the two people in front of her.
Both guys raised an eyebrow at her. Each was in their respective colors for their tennis teams. Oshitari was in his grey and white tennis uniform. Yagyuu was decked out in the Rikkaidai yellow and black tennis outfit. The only physical similarities between the two men were that they were handsome, wore glasses, played tennis (obviously), and had the school's mascot, the Phoenix, sewed on the front pocket of their shirts.
"Hello, Ryoma. I didn't know that you played the violin." Oshitari said to the girl. He turned his head to Yagyuu. "It's been a while, Yagyuu."
"It has been a few weeks since we last met, Oshitari. But, I didn't know that you knew Ryoma. After all, we do run in the same circles." Yagyuu questioned his rival tennis player. Both men were ignoring the fact that said subject was standing beside them, getting angry at being ignored.
"Oh, I met Ryoma when she first came to Japan. She is going to be attending the Academy with us." He said. "But I didn't know that she knew you, Hiroshi. Ryoma had said that this was her first time being in Japan."
"When the Rikkaidai players had came back from their trip, we decided to head for our usual hang out. We had been practicing when Ryoma had come upon us for a friendly match. Imagine our surprise when she told us her name." the purple haired male chuckled. Ryoma was tapping her foot, waiting for either boy to notice that she was getting aggravated.
"I can imagine very well how you guys reacted. We were pretty shocked when we found out her name as well. So how did she play against you? Did it last very long? Five minutes? Ten?" Oshitari guessed.
"Well, we had played for about thirty minutes and the score ended being four games all before Ryoma had to leave suddenly." The Gentleman said casually. Oshitari sputtered out loud.
"What?! You had a hard time against her? I mean, the others and I have seen her with a tennis racket before, but we never see her practice or do work outs. Are you toying with me Hiroshi?" The tensai of Hyotei said and eyed his friend suspiciously.
Yagyuu chuckled at his evident doubt. "How do you think I felt when she played just using the basics for almost eight games straight and does only one special move that I have no idea to counter, even now?"
"What? Was it something like Momoshiro's Super Dunk Smash, Atobe's Tannheusuer serve, or even Sanada's Invisible Serve?" the Hyotei player questioned.
"No. It seemed like a normal return, albeit faster than she had been hitting before. The ball spun itself into the ground and didn't bounce. It just spun and stopped in that one spot. I'm telling you Yuushi. That girl could probably rival Sanada or even Yukimura-buchou if she was more skilled."
Both tennis players stood quiet for a moment as they processed the data collected during their talk. Then, as if struck by lightning, they realized that they had the subject at hand to talk to.
Oshitari turned to where Ryoma was standing and said, "Ryoma, I didn't know that you….could…play…"
The Hyotei player's words stumbled to a stop. Ryoma was no longer standing where she had been earlier. Yagyuu, too, was surprised to see her gone.
"When did she leave?" he asked his friend.
"I don't know, but I wonder what she was doing here in the first place?" Yuushi asked.
"It seemed that she was getting a violin case. Ah!" The purple-haired boy remembered something. "That reminds me. I need a new case. The one I like is right….here?"
Yagyuu stared at the empty space where the case that he was going to get was at earlier. The violin case was now gone. Oshitari raised a brow. "I was going to get that same case. You don't think that she….?" His question trailed off as both he and Yagyuu quickly made their way to the register. They slammed their hands on the counter and glared at the poor cashier before them.
"Can…Can I help …. You…you…two sirs?" the cashier asked nervously. The two men were intimidating with their impressive air of sophistication.
"There was a girl in here earlier. With greenish hair and golden eyes. Did she buy anything?" The tensai asked the cashier in a rough voice.
"Hai!" he responded in a squeaky voice. "What did she buy?" Yagyuu said in a cool tone of voice.
"Um… that girl bought the black Sinatra Violin case number 21. It has waterproof and scratchproof durability. It has a life span of five years and can protect the instrument inside even if it is dropped three miles from the air and run over by a loaded eighteen wheeler. It is one of the best cases on the line." The poor cashier rambled out at mach speed. The two men were starting to scare him even more with their fierce scowls. The two tennis players looked at each other before simultaneously asking the cashier "Do you have any left?"
The cashier did not want to answer their question. But each second turned the atmosphere tenser. "Ei. That was the last one and that girl had bought it. There won't be another available on for the next six months."
"KUSO!!!" Both players shouted out loud. The cashier slowly made his departure from the counter and hid behind his desk. That girl took the last one!!! RAWR!!! The two tennis teenagers thought angrily.
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---------Meanwhile with Ryoma------------
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Damn jerks. Ignoring me and talking about me as if I wasn't there. **Grumble** But at least I got my new case. Ryoma smiled happily and patted her new purchase. She was skipping her way back to the dorm. She was softly humming to herself as she made her way up the stairs and finally onto her floor level. As she was walking to her room, she noticed a girl standing outside her room. She's wearing the school uniform… could she be Tomoka or Sakuno? Her braids look cute on her. Ryoma made her way silently behind the girl.
"Boo." She whispered in the girl's ear. "EEK!!" the girl with braids yelped out loud. She turned around and saw Ryoma laughing quietly.
"I'm sorry. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I'm Ryoma Echizen, by that way, and you're standing in front of my door. Can I get in?" Ryoma asked the girl goodheartedly.
Her neighbor blushed madly. "I'm sorry." Ryoma chuckled as she opened her door. "Want to come in? I haven't seen any people on the floor since I first moved here a few months ago."
"I'm Sakuno Ryuuzaki. Ano…this is the first year floor and school starts next week. That's probably why you haven't seen anyone around." Sakuno explained as she walked into the room.
Over the months, Ryoma had added her own touch to her room. The walls were painted a soft white and green curtains were hanging from the windows. The blinds were still in place, closed for the moment. Besides the black silk-covered full size bed, computer desk, and two cabinets, Ryoma had added a small table and several cushions in the corner of her room. On the walls were different posters of well-known classical musicians was well as a poster of a giant grape ponta. Sakuno noticed that there were no pictures of Ryoma or of her family anywhere around the room.
Sakuno was surprised when Ryoma opened her spacious closet. On one side were at least five tennis rackets, several containers of tennis balls, and different lead blocks. On the other side were violin equipment, said violin, and the new case that Ryoma had just bought. In the center of the closet was a small mini-fridge. The green haired girl opened the fridge door and asked her guest if she wanted a drink. Her guest declined and Ryoma closed the door without taking a drink for herself. They both settled onto a cushion around the table. As Sakuno got more comfortable, she spied a bookshelf near the door that had books and DVDs ranging from the usual school subjects to in depth tennis, violin, and piano catalogues. There were also many books on cooking as well, some of which Sakuno had also read in the past.
"Ano. Do you play tennis or the violin, Ryoma?" Sakuno asked, breaking the ice.
"Yeah, but I'm concentrating more on my musical skills. Tennis is more like a hobby right now for me," the former tennis prodigy said.
"But how did you end up here then? This is the dorm known for its tennis players."
"I'm a transfer and this dorm had to only available room left. Believe me, if I could, I would have been switched if only to get away from Monkey King."
Monkey King? There's a new student called Monkey King here? "Ano, Who's Monkey King? Is he a first year like us?" Sakuno asked curiously.
Ryoma gave a soft laugh. "Oh. Sorry about that. Monkey King is the name of Atobe Keigo, captain of the Hyotei team. He's been bugging me ever since we've met." Ryoma rolled her eyes. "He keeps reciting poetry every time he sees me. It was funny at first, but now I can't get him to stop. **Sigh**"
Sakuno giggled at her new friend's reaction. Before she could say another word, however, the door to Ryoma's room banged open and a girl around their age with two bushy pigtails made her way into the room.
"Sakuno!! You said that you were going to bring our new neighbor over!!!" The girl said loudly. "It's been over five minutes now!!!"
Sakuno could only sigh at her roommate's impatience. "Ryoma, this is Tomoka Osakada. We've been friends since we were in diapers. We're your new neighbors. Tomoka, meet Ryoma Echizen"
"NICE TO MEET YOU RYOMA!!" Tomoka said in a very loud and high-pitched voice. She stuck out her hand.
Ryoma was still like a stone. She couldn't believe it. Her new neighbor was one of those people! Sakuno seems really nice and seems to be a normal person. I wouldn't mind having a neighbor like her. But she….she is so loud!!! Tomoka is like one of those annoying fan girls I had back in the states. Oh, Kami… what did I do t deserve this???
Ryoma had been thinking to herself and hadn't noticed the hand Tomoka had stuck out until Sakuno gave a slight cough. The prodigy gave a slight jerk as she was brought back to reality. Plastering a smile on her face, Ryoma, too, told Tomoka that it was a pleasure to meet her acquaintance. Sakuno smiled softly as she watched the exchange between her two friends. I'm glad Ryoma is our neighbor. She seems like she can stand Tomoka's, errr…, energetic attitude.
The three girls continued to talk together and shared their past with one another. They only stopped when it was time for dinner. As Sakuno and Tomoka made their way to the canteen, Ryoma only closed her door gently and lay on her bed. It had been a long day for her and she had already eaten. Before she closed her eyes to go asleep, one last thought crossed her mind: I finally have friends. Just regular people who I can joke around with….
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-------------------Time Skip, About One Week Later, A Day before School starts.------------------
A teacher aide had found the wandering Ryoma pacing the corridors of the school. The aide was slightly out of breath and her hair was a bit messed up after she had spent the last hour trying to Ryoma. The halls and campus were filled with new and returning students trying to get themselves familiar with the school.
The aide only found Ryoma because she had heard some of the male students talking about a green haired beauty walking down the Biology hall. Could they mean Ms. Echizen? The aide thought and decided to go with her gut. Sure enough, the green-haired beauty known as Ryoma Echizen was strolling in the corridor without a care in the world, ignoring the admiring looks of the boys in the hall The aide stumbled in front of the surprised Ryoma.
"Ms. Echizen, I've been looking all over for you!" the aide, Ms. Ayame, said in short breaths. "You are wanted in the main office. The head of the student coordinator division wants to talk to you."
Ryoma lifted her eyebrow at the news. School hasn't even started yet. There hasn't been enough time for me to even to do anything wrong. Dammit. Ryoma only nodded that she heard the news. With her task done, Ayame left to finish her other chores. A sighing Ryoma made her way to the main office. After a few minutes, she was outside the door of the head of the student coordinator division or SCD for short. As she was about to open the door, the door was opened from the inside and the person who opened the door walked outside...and crashed into Ryoma. They both fell down and the boy had landed on top of a squirming Ryoma. Hastily, the other student got off of the girl. His face was bright red from embarrassment.
"I'm very sorry. I didn't see you at first." The boy said. "I really am."
Ryoma dusted off her paints and sighed audibly, "It's no problem. It was an accident. I should have given you a warning I guess."
From inside the office room, a man in his late fifties sat at his mahogany desk. His booming voice was heard even across the room. He had seen what had just happened.
"Oishi! That's enough. She knows that you're sorry. Now let go of her hand before you crush it."
The boy called Oishi looked down and saw that he was indeed shaking Ryoma's hand in a tight grip. He let go of it quickly. Ryoma rubbed her right hand with her left, trying to get the feeling back into it.
"Ah! I'm really sorry. As an apology, if you ever need anything, just ask for Shuichiro Oishi! Ack!" Oishi said when he noticed the time on the clock on the secretary's desk. He took off running. "I have a meeting with Tezuka right now, so I'll see you around." He stopped suddenly and ran back to Ryoma. "What's your name, again?"
A surprised Ryoma could only say, "Ryoma Echizen."
Oishi repeated the name to himself quietly and took off running to where he was supposed to meet Tezuka to talk about the upcoming schedule. A still shocked Ryoma was standing outside the office until the head, Mr. Yamato, called her inside. Ryoma shook her head to clear herself of the confusion she was experiencing and made her way into the office. She closed the door behind her when Mr. Yamato had asked her to. The prodigy sat in the leather chair in front of the desk. It was still warm from when Oishi had been in it earlier.
"I bet you are wondering why you were called her, Ms. Echizen."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, we've finally have your test results from the transfer placement test. We checked it not once, not twice, but three times to be sure by different people. And there is a slight problem."
A small quiver of alarm passed through Ryoma's body. I couldn't have failed them all! Ryoma asked hesitantly, "Which ….which ones did I fail?" She waited with a bated breath.
Mr. Yamato looked up from his paperwork, surprised at Ryoma's question. Then he smiled to put Ryoma at ease.
"On the contrary my dear child, you scored perfectly on all the tests. You should be proud of yourself." Ryoma gave let out her breath. Mr. Yamato waited a bit before continuing on.
"The problem is that you did so well, it wouldn't be fair to you to attend the freshmen level maths, English, Japanese history, and sciences. However, you'll still be in some first year classes because they are standard at this school. If you don't mind, I have a new schedule printed out for you right here."
A relieved Ryoma grabbed the sheet from Mr. Yamato looked at her new schedule for the year.
Monday- 1st: English 3-A. 2nd : Physical Education 1-A. Lunch. 3rd : Chemistry 2-A. 4th Math 3-A, 5th Japanese History 3-A
Tuesday- 1st: English 3-A. 2nd: Home Ec. 1-A. Lunch. 3rd: Chemistry-3-A. 4th: Math 3-A. 5th: Japanese History 3-A.
Wednesday- 1st: English 3-A. 2nd: Physical Education 1-A. Lunch. 3rd: Chemistry 2-A. 4th: Math 3-A. 5th Japanese History 3-A.
Thursday- 1st: English 3-A. 2nd: Home Ec. 1-A. Lunch. 3rd: Chemistry 2-A. 4th: Math 3-A. 5th: Jap. History 3-A
Friday- 1st: English 3-A. 2nd: Physical Education 1-A. Lunch. 3rd: Chemistry 2-A. 4th: Math. 5th: Japanese History 3-A.
Ryoma finished scanning the new schedule that she had received. It seemed like most of her major class would be with the older students. It seems like the extra classes will be with people my own age. The girl folded the schedule and put it into her pocket. It seemed like Mr. Yamato had forgotten all about her as he seemed totally concentrated on his paperwork. Ryoma gave him a bow and was headed out the door when he spoke up one last time.
"Ryoma, don't forget! You have to join at least one club!"
With that, Ryoma closed the door on him. Her face was set in a thoughtful pose. I forgot all about club activities. I wonder what clubs are being offered Guess I'll find out in homeroom tomorrow. Ryoma went about her business and decided to worry about clubs when school officially started.
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---------In another part of the school, near the tennis courts----------
"What's wrong, Oishi? You seem more nervous than usual." The soft gold mixed with brown haired bespectacled teenager asked his friend. Said friend had started to pace after they had finished deciding on the Seigaku tennis schedule for club openings that were going to be held during the entire week.
"Tezuka, I ran into a girl and bumped her into the ground when I had left Yamato's office. I'm worried that I may have injured or hurt her. Oh no, what if she can't attend school tomorrow!!??" Oishi started to panic until Tezuka raised his hand to stop his motherly rambling.
"Stop it Oishi. I'm sure she's fine. Did you find out her name at least or apologize?" The Seigaku captain asked his right hand man.
"Yes. I apologized. I didn't recognize her so I think she's a first year. I can't remember her name…. It started with an R. Rika. Riyo. Ryo… Ah! Her name, she said, was Ryoma. Ryoma Echizen……. (wait for it)….…NANI!!!" Oishi cried out as he realized what he had just said. Tezuka pinched the skin between his eyes. He could feel a migraine coming. He took a deep breath.
"Oishi. It was a girl you bumped into. A GIRL!… Not Ryoma Echizen, Prince of Tennis, who is a boy like us, but a girl. It is quite possible for people to have the same name you know." Tezuka reasoned with his teammate and old friend. The pacing Oishi stopped and he, too, considered the facts. A sheepish grin covered the bottom of his face as he rubbed the back of his head
"Sorry. I guess I wasn't thinking things through. I think I need to catch some more sleep after that training trip we just went through."
Tezuka could only sigh as he stared at his best friend. His own thoughts were in turmoil. Sigh. Where are you, Ryoma Echizen? Why did you leave us?
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--------------------The First Day of School-----------------------
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Ryoma woke up earlier than she had planned. School was starting at 8:00, and she had set her alarm for 7:15, but her excitement about starting at a new place made her wake up around 6:30. I guess there's nothing left to do but wake up. It wouldn't be worth it to go back to sleep anyway. A wide-awake Ryoma did her usual business in her personal bathroom. I guess I could get some exercise in and practice my swings a bit. The prodigy girl then proceeded to do seventy sit-ups, fifty jumping jacks, and one hundred racket swings for both her arms. Afterwards, Ryoma cleaned up her room a bit and took a shower to get her blood going. After making her bed and getting her school supplies ready, the time was now 7:15.
A loud voice could be heard on the other side of the wall. Ryoma thought that she could make out Tomoka's voice. Maybe I can walk down with them today. **Giggle** I wonder how long it's been since I walked to school with someone besides Ryoga or Kevin and not have reporters hound me? Three? Four years? A relaxed Ryoma grabbed her things and headed next door.
As she was about to knock, Tomoka and Sakuno was also heading out their room. They greeted each other and walked side by side. When then got the elevator, Sakuno and Tomoka stopped while Ryoma had continued to keep on walking towards the stairs.
"Um ,Ryoma? Are you really going to take the stairs?" Sakuno asked her friend.
A sheepish Ryoma scratched her right cheek. "Sorry. I guess it was habit. I usually take the stairs."
A horrified Tomoka gasped. She couldn't believe what Ryoma had just said, "YOU TAKE THE STAIRS EVERY SINGLE DAY!!" Sakuno tried to hush her. She lowered her voice. "We're on the fourth floor! Don't you get tired?"
Before Ryoma could respond, Tomoka grabbed Ryoma's arm and pulled her into the elevator with her and Sakuno. The doors closed and Ryoma was trapped in the moving elevator. The elevator went down each floor. Something was bugging Ryoma though.
"How come no one else on the other floors is getting on?"
Sakuno was the one who answered her question. "This dorm has four elevators. This elevator is the one that the first years usually use. The older senpais have their own cuz of their club schedule and stuff."
"Oh." Was the only thing that Ryoma could think of saying. More silence filled the elevator until Tomoka opened her mouth again. "So what classes do you have Ryoma? Me and Sakuno have the same schedule."
Ryoma only took out her folded schedule and compared it to Tomoka's. Sakuno, too, leaned forward to look at the schedules. Tomoka was very surprised that Ryoma had the higher level courses. "Sugoi! Ryoma, you must be a genius or something!!!!"
Ryoma chuckled sheepishly. "Not really. It's just that in America, they teach a lot more at a faster pace. Plus, my mom used to tutor me at home too." Tomoka laughed at her explanation.
But a disappointed Sakuno voiced her thoughts. "But we don't have any classes together except for second hour. I suck at physical education."
Tomoka tried to cheer up her friend. Ryoma was confused at her new pal's sadness. Tomoka explained to Ryoma that even though Sakuno was really good in the kitchen, she was abysmal at sports. "I'm the opposite! I rock at sports, but suck at cooking. I'm even thinking about joining one of the tennis teams here. What about you Ryoma?"
"Eto. I'm good at cooking cuz my mom insisted that I learn some womanly skills. She gives me these pop cooking quizzes and stuff. As for sports, I'm decent enough, but I'm not really interested in playing anything right now. I do want to concentrate more on my music, so maybe I'll join the music club if they have it. What about you Sakuno?" Ryoma asked her. Sakuno looked up, her sad mood was dissipating.
"I like photography, so I might join that club instead. Cooking is a hobby of mine so I think I might join the culinary club as well. I'm not sure."
Before they could say anything else, the elevator has finally stopped and they were now on the ground level. The now good friends made their way to a table in the cafeteria. When they noticed what time it was, they rushed to eat their food and make their way to their respective classes: English 3-A and English 1-A. Ryoma felt nervous as she was about to start her first day of school. Ryoma could see that many of the students that were going into her new classroom were much taller than her and some had a dignified air to them.
The tennis prodigy quietly made her way through the back door of the room and made her way to the last desk nearest to the window. She kept her head down and stayed quiet. Most of the class was talking to each other because they had been to school together for many years. Ryoma was gazing outside and ignoring her classmates, not noticing any of them. She felt a little sad being the oddball of the group. Ryoma heard the chairs scrape against the floor of the desks nearest to her, but still didn't look around. Finally the bell rung and the teacher came in, calling the class to order. Everyone quieted down.
The sensei introduced herself as Ms. Terri Luke. But students could call her Luke-sensei. As she read her attendance list to herself, she noticed many familiar names until she spotted the last one: Ryoma Echizen, First Year. Luke-sensei read the short bio of the girl and smiled to herself. She called the class to attention.
"Most of you probably know each other already, I'm sure. I hope that this school year will be a fun one and that we all get along." Many of the male students cheered at her comment. Luke waited for them to calm down before continuing. "But there is one new student here. She is a first year who transferred from the States. Ms. Echizen, please come here and introduce yourself."
Ryoma made her way slowly down the aisle and to the front of the classroom. She bowed her head. "I'm Ryoma Echizen. Pleasure to meet you." Then she made her way back to her seat, looking at her fellow classmates at the same time. She was surprised to see some familiar faces.
Luke-sensei sweatdropped at the short intro and asked the class to introduce themselves. (a/n: I'm just going to name the tennis players in her class.) Tezuka, Oishi, Fuji, Atobe, Oshitari, Jiro, Yukimura, Sanada, Yanagi, and Yagyuu were also in Ryoma's class. Not that she recognized Yukimura, Tezuka, or Fuji by appearance. The others, especially Atobe, were surprised to see her.
Oshitari raised his hand, "Luke-sensei, I don't understand. Why is Ryoma in our class if she is a first year?"
"Excellent question, Yuushi! Ryoma is the only student in the last five years to score perfectly on all of her test exams. So naturally, we put her in the higher level classes to give her more of a challenge."
Atobe was excited to see his hime. "Ore-sama knew that he would see you again, Ryoma-hime! Ore-sama is now able to see you everyday. Oh the joy!"
A twitching Ryoma glared at Atobe, "Oy, Monkey King. Stop calling me Ryoma-hime." Under her breath she muttered, "Baka."
Atobe clutched his heart and fell back dramatically into his seat. The class laughed at his expression. The boy in front and the boy on the side of Ryoma turned to her and introduced themselves.
The boy on the side introduced himself, "I'm Seichi Yukimura, captain of the Rikkaidai tennis team. The one in front of you is Shusuke Fuji. He also plays tennis but for Seigaku. I hope you enjoy Star Academy, Ryoma-hime."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ryoma-hime. Let's hope that this year is a fun one." A smiling tensai told the girl.
Ryoma only nodded at them. Inwardly she was on a rampage. Stupid Monkey King!! Now I'm getting called Ryoma-hime. Of all the nicknames for them to give me….Arg! Ryoma's and everyone else's attention was caught by the teacher. They quieted down once again. Luke-sensei cleared her throat before continuing.
"I know this may seem a bit junior high-ish, but I want everyone to write me a short essay about themselves. Essays can be about your likes, dislikes, what sports you play, favorite foods, basic information, etc. I want them turned in this Friday. That gives you a week to do it."
Many of the students groaned at the basic assignment. Some were ticked that they had to do such a kiddy assignment. Grumbling could be heard amongst many of the regular students. An angry vein popped out of Luke-sensei's forehead.
She said sarcastically, "Well, since most of you think that this is such an easy assignment. I'll change it up a bit." Some of the students cheered and threw their arms in the air. "The essay now has to be at least two pages long. Single spaced. And it must be written in English. So don't even think about writing it in Japanese or I won't even read it and put a big, FAT 'F' on it."
Several of the students groaned at her declaration. The ones who had been quiet glared at their classmates for changing one of the easiest assignments to one of pure torture. The tennis players didn't care much because they were mostly capable of doing English and Japanese conversions in their writing. Ryoma didn't even bother to get worried. She was originally from America after all. This type of assignment will be a breeze for me. Looks like this class will be a piece of cake.
The girl continued to ignore her classmates and teacher as she stared out the window. Fuji and Yukimura gave up on trying getting her attention, but still glanced at her once in a while. Luke-sensei tried to play Ryoma in front of the class by getting her to translate a story in the book into English. With a perfect accent and great enunciation, Ryoma breezed through the passage and sat back down and went back to staring out of the window. Her classmates stared at her for several minutes after she was done. For the rest of the period, Luke-sensei didn't call on her again. Finally, it was minutes before the bell was to ring. She gave everyone a final reminder.
"Many of you third years are already in a club or two, but for you new students, Phoenix Star Academy Students are required to join at least one club. After school every day this week, there will be time for everyone to choose what club they want to join."
The bell rang and everyone made their way out the class. Ryoma headed out the back way and avoided the tennis players as she made her way to the gym. Her face lit up when she saw Sakuno and Tomoka saving her a spot on their bench. They waited for the coach to appear.
There were two coaches, one male and one female. It turns out that they were siblings. They introduced themselves as Melanie-sensei and Pierre-sensei. Their Mediterranean heritage was noticeable among the Japanese teenagers around them. Time was spent passing out gym uniforms and getting locker combinations. Finally, Melanie-sensei and Pierre-sensei addressed the class.
"Occasionally there will be second and third years having P.E. with us. So don't freak out when they come and try to take over the courts." Pierre tried to joke with the students. "If some of the upperclassmen try to give you trouble and we aren't around, just find one of the three tennis captains. They got the power, man!"
Melanie judo chopped her older brother on the head and called him an idiot. She rolled her eyes before facing the first years again.
"Starting this year, boys and girls will be having mixed Physical Education." Whispers broke out amongst the students. "Don't worry. The locker rooms will be separated." Some grumblings could be heard from the boys' side. Melanie chuckled before continuing. "I need girls and boys to get into groups. There should be three girls and three boys to a group. Now go!"
She blew her whistle. Tomoka, Sakuno, and Ryoma spotted three boys standing close together by themselves. They looked at each other and shrugged. It looked like they had found their partners. The girls walked up to the boys. Sakuno spoke first.
"Hi, I'm Sakuno. This is Tomoka and Ryoma. And you guys are?"
One of the boys opened his mouth and said………..
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Chapter Six is done!!! It was hard typing this chapter cuz my mouse kept acting up and the tab on the Microsoft kept getting crazy. The mayhem!!! Lol.
I'm thinking that you smart readers out there can figure out the three boys' names. But who else will Ryoma meet today? And which club will she really join? Wait for it in Chapter 7!!!
Thanks for all those that read and reviewed. It means a lot!!! I've noticed that my chapters are getting longer and longer too. I hope that's a good thing! Hope you stay with the story!!
Starting with the next chapter and on, I'll be using the Japanese suffixes like –san, -chan, -hime, -sensei, -kun, etc. I've been just too lazy to do it in the previous chapters.
Updated 5/12/09