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Chapter 10: In Which, The School Dance Is Coming Up, And I Didn't Know About It. . . At All.

Saffi

"Saffi! You should get up for school now!" says an oh- too familiar voice. My eyes snap open. I see a pair of deep blackish- blue eyes. My brother's face swims into view. I feel my eyes turning to slits.

"You. . ." I realize he woke me up. "Who let your sorry ass in?!" I scream punching him in the face and sending him flying into my wall. He rubs his blonde head. I sit upright and get out of my bed. I walk over to him. "What do you think you're doing here? I thought I made it clear that you were NEVER allowed to come near me again, after you ruined my life. About three times. And WHY the fuck are you here?" He flashes me a crooked grin on his handsome face.

"Why, I'm here to see my loving sister, of course! And who was it that let me in? Oh, right. It was that Lolly- Pop eater freak. I see your choice in friends hasn't gotten any better. And you have rather foul language. It stinks the room-."

"Slutah! (slutah = stop it in Swedish.) I'll have none of this? WHY. HAVE. YOU. COME?!"

"I already told you."

"Tell me the truth!"

"Okay, then. I am now attending the DWMA." I stare at him. My mind goes numb with rage. I take the back of his shirt collar and drag him to the door. I open it, and drag him outside. He doesn't give any struggle. I shut the door and get ready for school.

I slip on my new Sennheisers and turn on my deathPod. I scroll down my music list and find a song that might calm me while I ride to school alone (Riss and Lolly had already left) on my little metal scooter. Not the electric type, the manual one. This scooter has the four letters, REAP, written on it in bold black on the top and handle bars, and a Death mask on the bottom. The song, "Ridin' Dirty" comes on. I smile and push myself off. I sing the song quietly.

After I finish the song, I arrive at the school. I didn't notice the person in front of me, so when I did, I had to swerve. I put the Sennheisers around my neck and pocket my deathPod in my skinny jeans. The person in front of me was just a random student who didn't even notice. Good. I flip up the side of my handle bars, and the whole front pole retracts into the body of it. It turns into one of the flexible two wheeled skate boards. I don't want to take the stairs today. I stomp on the front of the skateboard and it shoots into the air. I feel the wind pulling my loose hair back. I haven't used this mode in a while, but I'm still pretty good. About ten feet from the ground, I turn the flight and skateboard mode, landing still rolling on my scooter. People look at me in awe. That's right. They see me rollin', they hatin'. I do an Ollie over the front two steps and roll down the hall to Professor Stien's class. Well, at least I tried to. A boy taps my shoulder, trying to keep up. I look to see who it is. It's a boy that I've never seen before. He's kind of cute, with short and spikey black hair and misty grey eyes. He is as tall as me, but he's skinny and a bit nerdy. I slow to a stop.

"Yes?" I question. He fidgets slightly and clears histhroat.

"I was wondering. . . Does Nola Garamode have someone to go to the dance with already?" he asks hurriedly.

"What dance? There's a dance?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. The boy looks surprised.

"I thought you would have known! Everyone is talking about it."

"I- I never heard about it." I blush. "I'll see if she's open." He smiles, a look of excitement on his face. He turns away to leave, but I call him back. "What's your name?"

"My name? Oh. It's Davy." He walks away. I head to my locker, and unlock it. Books spill out from the top and onto my head, along with a bunch of notes. I lose my balance slightly and fall on my butt. There's a roar of laughter. I look to see who it is. A bunch of girls a little bit older than me by the looks of it. I look away and get up. One of the notes catch my eye, and I pick it up. It says:

'Slut! How dare you talk to Kid that way! You don't deserve to be NEAR him! Go back to the dump where you came from!'

I crumble it up in my fist. I pick up another one. And another. They ALL basically say the same thing! My throat feels constricted. I put my backpack and scooter in my locker and close it. I make sure that it's locked. I pick up the fallen books and walk in the opposite direction of Stein's class. Why would they target ME? What have I done to them? Sure, I called Kid names and I'm pretty angry at him for stealing a Kishin egg that I almost had. But still. That doesn't give his fangirls the right to bully me!

I find myself at the bottom of a flight of stairs. I walk up it. There's a balcony right there. I walk toward it and lean on the banister. I release the tears that have threatened to be shed since this morning. Where are Riss and Lolly anyway? I'm sure they're busy contemplating on who to choose to go to the dance with. I can already tell that I'm the least liked in school of the three of us. I'm the least prettiest, the one who's overlooked the most. Sure I get good grades. But who wants to go to a dance with a nerd? No one, probably. I smile bitterly. Surely everyone's too self- centered. I haven't met one person except Lolly and Riss who isn't in this torture house. I sniff. If I was better, prettier, more normal, then I would be better off, right? I sigh. The note is still crumbled in my hand. I open it back up again. Maybe I should go back to Sweden. But I want to prove that I am more than a first impression. 'Cause that's what I've picked up that people judge by.

Katsumi: Whoa. Did NOT mean for it to go so deep into Saffi's feelings. . . I contemplated not posting this, actually. Remember to review! Lolly's gonna do next chapter, any objections? Katsumi, out!