MONOLOGUE

So after you graduate from Elementary school, it's time to go to Middle school, right? And then you progress into High school, where you will find your Prince Charming, or Princess Beauty, before settling down on what you want to do with your life and go for further education in University, before you step into the society.

Right now, I am still at stage 2 of my life, but I already clearly know what I want to do in the future. Tennis. Don't ask me why I would want to be a tennis player. Many people thought that I am influenced by my dad. My dad is a world-class tennis player, Echizen Nanjiroh. He is very well-known in the tennis world, but he suddenly stopped playing, much to many fans' disappointment. The newspapers and magazines regarded him as 'Japan's Pride', but seriously, it made me want to laugh. I mean, just look at him, spending his day ringing bells at the temple, fooling with Karupin the cat, else reading those indecent magazines with that disgusting horny face of his. The most productive thing he ever does would be to train with me and bringing me up. Or rather, mocking me or stalking me around. That indecent, annoying, infuriating, nuisance. But I got to admit that when it comes to tennis, he is really respectable. I played with him every day, and I've never won a single match against him before. And he wasn't even trying. At all. He would be laughing, cracking jokes, mocking me, swinging his racket carelessly, making a fool out of me. That really pissed me off and I swear I will definitely win that old geezer one day! Just wait!

So, if isn't my dad, then who else could have influenced me? Honestly, I don't even know that myself. Somehow, tennis made me feel closer to someone, someone that I have no idea who. Sounds ridiculous, right? Well, I guess there is something wrong in my head, so don't expect any sane answers from me.

STORYLINE

Soon, he reached the gates of the reputable Seigaku. He walked into the school compound and started searching for his classroom. It didn't take him long enough to find his class.

The moment he opened the door, a loud voice starts hammering his eardrums.

"My name is Horio, and I have 2 years of tennis experience! I joined Seigaku for their tennis club! You know, their tennis club is really awesome! I am really looking forward to joining them!"

"Ehh..really, I think I will join the tennis club with you!" A boy with a bowl-hairstyle said in awe.

"No, no, no! You should join only when you have the passion for tennis! Haish...amateurs like you would never understand!' That Horio guy replied.

"As expected of Horio, you seemed to be very knowledgeable!" A baldie exclaimed.

"Of course, after all, I have 2 years of tennis experience! These are all general knowledge, general knowledge!"

'How I wish they will just shut up' Ryoma thought to himself. He found an empty table furthest away from the noisy boys and starts drifting into La La land, leaving the boys to their idiotic conversations.

"Echizen Ryoma...ECHIZEN RYOMA! WAKE UP!"

Ryoma jumped.

"Stand up and introduce yourself, like your name, hobby, favourite subject and weakest subject."

Tsch. Typical Ryoma dragged his body and stood up slowly.

"Echizen Ryoma. My hobby is to play tennis. I like English and Math class. Weak in Japanese. Nice to meet you." he literally mumbled through everything, monotone. He then sit down and began to sleep - again.

He failed to catch the class gasp. They are all surprised that someone actually like English, the most difficult and ambiguous subject. And a Japanese being weak in Japanese language? That's so unheard of!

He also failed to catch a glimpse of the teacher's face. That dark and mad face. She stormed towards Ryoma, banging his table loudly.

Ryoma woke up, startled.

"Echizen Ryoma, what on earth are you doing? Sleeping in my class? You shall remain standing for the rest of the homeroom period. I can't believe that I have to punish someone on the first period of the year!"

Ryoma stood up lazily, and about to stagger to the back of the class before the female sensei grabbed onto him.

"No accessories are allowed in this school, my dear boy. Take out your necklace now!" She commanded.

Necklace? Oh, that. He must have forgotten to take it out this morning! The embarrassed boy took out his necklace and attempt to hid it away from his classmates. Some of them started laughing at the childish design of the necklace and the girls were shocked. Such a cool looking boy wearing that… that kind of necklace? Horio, the big mouth, started exclaiming out loud "Echizen Ryoma haven't graduate from elementary school yet!" That sets the class into fits of laughter. Blushing heavily, Ryoma starred daggers at Horio. You and your bloody mouth are the one that needs growing up!He saved his retorts. There is no need to add on to unnecessary attention to himself.

He quietly walked to the back of the classroom, and stand still. Within minutes, he fell asleep - again.

It seems like no matter how hard the teacher tried, Ryoma will still get his way. Giving up on that helpless kid, she proceeds to continue homeroom.

I shall make this very clear: this chapter, the incident is definitely not redundant. Every small incident shall add up one day to a bigger incident. And in the following chapter, I shall refer the teacher as : "Fuka-sensei" She is not exactly an important character(unless i suddenly want to change my plot), so, but calling her 'teacher' 'teacher' is so..weird. I didnt have the chance to introduce her properly, because Ryoma is sleeping the whole time! =_=