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Super Bass is ringing and my phone's vibrating in my pocket. I sit up and realize I fell asleep completely clothed. Crap! I race into the bathroom to change into a clean uniform and to rub the sleep and tears from my face. No matter how much makeup I put on the bags under my eyes still shine through so I give up and trudge downstairs. Mom kisses my forehead, hands me a lunch and ushers me to her car.
"Have a good day at school Dear." She calls as she stops in front of the school. The second I close the door she's gone. Wonderful. Since I'm cranky I head straight for homeroom and pray nobody will bother me at all today.
Nobody bothers me. They avoid me at all costs. Even Kiyomi is distant. English class is different, Kirihara is actually in a good mood, he actually gives me a smile which I return with a glare. "Wow, someone's PMS-ing." He grumped flopping into the seat next to me. I've snapped at everyone today, Kiyomi in music class, and my geography and home ec teacher, since I'm so nice usually the teachers let me go with a strict warning.
"Yea, I'm Putting up with Men's Shit." I glare at him.
"Touchy today aren't we?" He smiles.
"And what put you in such a good mood huh? You're the one snapping at me."
He takes out a folded piece of paper, it's pink and has hearts on it. I know what it is before he says it. It's some confession from a fan girl, the senpais talk about getting confessions all the time. "Some girl confessed to me." I feel my heart tighten. "It wasn't you now was it Kokawa-San?" He smirks.
"Hell no." I snap. "Does that look like my handwriting?" I point to his name written in flowing writing. "Besides, all I've only ever seen you be an asshole. Why would I confess to someone like that?" He just rolls his eyes and tucks the letter back into his bag. "Oh, you can't come over Friday. Kiyomi's coming over."
"But." He looks up, his eyes shocked. "I need help."
I sigh, "Ok, what day do you want to come over?"
He grabs my black bag that I carry with me and digs my planner out. Then he takes out his black planner and searches through. "How about Saturday?"
"Sure. I'm going running with Sanada-San, Yanagi-San, and Yukimura-San that morning… I'm pretty sure you'd be welcome to join if you wanted." I offer.
"Yea, I'll ask Yukimura, he lives nearby." Kirihara said idly. "Hey, you're in a better mood." I glare at him and he grins, "Guess I spoke too soon. So are you PMS-ing or what?"
"I'm not going to tell you if I'm on my period or not."
"True, that's awkward." I roll my eyes.
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PE is my last class of the day, Kiyomi and I and that Kawano girl have class together. Kiyomi can't hide her excitement, "We get to know if we really made the team or not." She says bouncing over and over again.
"You know we did." I tell her as we walk around the gym to cool down after a game of basketball. Basketball is annoying, I hate the squeaky shoes, the back and forth running, and I have miserable aim. I hate basketball.
"Well Buchou has the final say." She shrugs as we walk. "Oh, I'm so excited… oooh we have our schedule too." Yea, that's fun, I'm going to have to balance tennis practice with my clubs. Archery would be the first to go, we haven't had a meeting and so far I've been busy most weekends. The other clubs are just like normal classes. Oh crap, today's the Photography Club meeting, glad I took my photos over the weekend. Maybe that needs to go… the only class I'm completely into is the book club. I like reading and it's only once a month. Suppose I'll have to talk to someone about my options.
Kiyomi suddenly grabs my hand and we race off, we don't even bother changing as we run to tennis courts to see the large board that used to hold the four brackets and schedules for matches now held a list of regulars and new members. I skim the regulars list. Kiyomi grabs my arm and we squeal, we made regulars. We're the only two new regulars on the team. Captain was Kichida Hisoka, Co-Captain Sasaki Setsuko. And the other members were Hayashi Chie, Hayashi Madoka, Kiyomi and myself, Fujita Tsukiko and Imai Hoshi. I was surprised to see that Imai was a second year as well.
"Alright! Line up!" Buchou announced and everyone rushed onto the courts, Kiyomi and I awkwardly stood beside Imai as the newest regulars. Imai has short, spunky black hair and dark brown eyes, she's about Kiyomi's height which is a few inches shorter than me, I guessed they were both around 5'5". "We will have morning practices on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, be here at 5:30 sharp. We have practice after school everyday except Fridays and will run until 5 most nights. Weekends are off for now. When the District Tournaments start up be prepared to have longer practices. First years practice swings! Second years practice your serves. Third years practice matches! Regulars with me!" Buchou barked and everyone scattered. She lead us into the girl's locker room into a small office she shared with Yukimura. Everyone stands around the desk.
Her green eyes glint at Kiyomi and myself. "As you probably noticed we have two new members. Yamasaki-San and Kojima-San were dropped from the team."
"'Bout time they left." A tall, dark haired girl muttered.
"Oi, be nice." A girl with dark blue hair and glasses chided.
"It's true!" The girl rolled her eyes and turned to us, "It's a pleasure to have you two on the team. I'm Fujita Tsukiko."
"Mori Kiyomi." My brunette friend said cheerfully.
"Kokawa Amaya." I nod my head.
Introductions were passes around, the girl with blue hair was Hayashi Chie known for her data tennis and bouncy personality. Sasaki Setsuko, Co-Captain, had long black hair, brown eyes, and a rather meek attitude. And Hayashi Madoka, Hayashi Chie's twin, had long, navy blue hair and golden eyes and was just as carefree as her older twin.
"Now, since we usually made Yamasaki and Kojima our Doubles 2 team." Kichida said ("Yea, a free game." Tsukiko muttered.) "We need to go through various pairing to find a team to replace them. We all know the Hayashi twins will be our Doubles 1 team." The two blue haired girl's high-fived. "That's what we're going to focus on, everyone be prepared to play doubles with various other members. Do either of you play doubles?" I shake my head, I've never had anybody to play with. Kiyomi shakes her head too. Good. We're both newbies. "Alright then, Chie you're with Kiyomi-San and Madoka with Amaya-San." And with that we're back out to the courts.
"So you've never played doubles before?" Madoka asks as we wander towards a court. When I shake my head she smiles, "Fun, teaching newbies is the best. Do you know the basics?"
"Ah I've seen people play doubles before." It's about sharing the court and knowing where your partner is.
"Well, the best way to learn is to play." She nods her head to her sister, "You stay at the net and I get the serve, alright?" I nod and stand ready. Kiyomi looks nervous, I feel it in my stomach too. I've never played doubles before. Chie serves and the ball zips by me, Madoka catches it and taunts her sister, "Is that all you got?"
"Got it." Chie replied to Kiyomi as she started to move to return the ball. She waited and Chie hit the ball in my direction. I call it and catch it and pass it over the net. In basic, doubles isn't that hard, it's when you don't know where your partner is because she so used to having a partner that knows how she moves that it gets difficult. Instead of focusing on the game I'm trying to find Madoka to know if I can return a ball without running into her or not. We lose our game 4-6. Chie was more aware of letting Kiyomi know where she was and if she could get the ball, Madoka wasn't. It was clear who was usually the net player of the two.
