It just keeps on coming. I guess it's because I'm leaving for camp soon so I have an urge to write write write! I need some feedback! Please? And for those of you who are wondering I am currently in ninth grade, n e one else? Also, I know that's not Trowa's name but I took my favorite first name, and my favorite last… then mixed them! Sry…
Also, this is not a bashing fic, it may seem like it, but give it time. People are how people are, if you don't like them that's your opinion, it doesn't mean I'm trying to make them look bad. About the Dorothy thing, Dorothy's cool! It will seem like I'm bashing her, because that's how I imagine her being, you don't like it, go write your own fic. This is about high school life, people grow up and change, because their not exactly good people doesn't mean they will stay that way. That's something to keep in mind in real life too.
P.S. I never said the quotes would always have relevance, I have a lot of weird ones, it's a thing at my school to keep track, be prepared for randomness.

"No! there were two bangs!"
"Wait, so let me get this straight, she shot herself… twice?" -me
:Laughter:
(Spanish class. We saw this play: La casa de Bernarda Alba. Cool play and in the end one of the girls kills herself, we heard what we thought were two gunshots… turned out to be a horse in heat… damn Spanish symbolism! Did anyone see that play?)

"Okay class, now I will see you tomorrow, you have your list of supplies and your schedules. Tomorrow is your first official day of school. Dismissed and have fun…" She ended unenthusiastically. She sat down at her desk and began to take notes on her new students for Principal Treize.
The students started to shuffle out of the room, some chattering, some that hadn't said anything all day. She glanced at the attendance sheet and did a double take. Trowa Bloom and Catherine Bloom… they're related?! They didn't look at each other or talk to each other all day! And they are so different, one is talkative and flirtatious, the other is silent and cold. How… Why? It was her job to find out, but first- She looked up and caught Duo's eye before he passed her desk.
"Duo, would you like to talk to me?" She remembered the poems. That is also something to investigate. Those poems were darker than the normal teenager.
"Um," Duo looked at Catherine.
"It's okay Duo, I'll see you tomorrow!" she called, then cheerfully walked away after waving.
"Okay…" Duo looked down. "Um, so, what do you think? Of the- the poems?" He averted Noin's eyes.
"What are you afraid of?" Noin asked. "You didn't act like this all day."
"I- I would rather not answer that," he said truthfully but she only gave him a meaningful look. Duo sighed, "I don't want my writing put down, it's the only thing I have."
Noin smiled, "That's okay. I can tell that you're speaking the truth. Actually I think that they are very good."
Duo perked up, "Really?" He looked at her face and then turned suspicious, "What's the catch?"
"The catch is, you have to accept peoples' opinion, that includes constructive criticism."
"So what are you going to criticize?" Duo asked, he folded his arms over his chest.
Noin smiled, such an amusing and complicated person; he's also brighter than I thought.
"You have a lot of emotion and some good description, I have a sense of the place, but not the 'who'. You refer to 'it' twice, and it's not as clear as to who the 'it' is. I believe you have a lot of talent though. Write more, I look forward to reading them and I hope that this has not been a waste of time."
Duo was looking down and his face was hidden. He was staring straight ahead (the ground) but when he looked up he was beaming. "Thanks, I gotta go now, I have some shopping to do!" He grabbed the paper quickly and dashed off.

They walked in silence down the street. They lived in a suburban apartment together near the school. Their parents had paid for it on the condition that they live together; take care of each other, etc. And that was why they walked in silence.
Catherine could tell he was upset. He hardly showed emotion too much but she could always tell. She took a deep and opened her mouth, "What?" The question came out breathlessly for some reason.
Trowa continued to look ahead, "He asked you out."
She narrowed her eyes but didn't look at him, "Yeah, so?"
"You said yes," he stated.
"I thought we agreed not to do this in America!" she yelled all of a sudden. She stopped walking and turned to glare at him. She was possibly the only one that could glare at Trowa and get a reaction other than a glare back.
"I left you alone all during school, Cathy. I didn't say a word to you. I bet the class doesn't even know we're related."
"Oh, but now you still get to nag me now that we're out of school? Real fair Trowa."
"You are over reacting." He turned back straight ahead and started walking slowly.
"Am I?" she asked sarcastically apologetic, "We spent our whole lives tied together: 'Cathy, keep your brother out of trouble', 'Trowa, hold your sister's hand', 'Take care of her', 'Cook for him', 'Don't let those American boys get to her', 'Tell us right away if he breaks the rules', 'Don't desert your sister', 'Join your brother's clubs'-"
"Cathy!" he said sharply, "Stop it. Our parents love us," he still sounded doubtful.
"We're not joined at the hip!" she jogged to catch up. "We agreed that when we came to America that we wouldn't do those things to each other, that we would let each other live!"
"If I let you date him, our parents are going to kill me, he's not-"
"What?! 'High class', 'worthy', 'good enough', 'rich enough'!?" She was panting now, "Since when did what our parents think extend to control us judging other people? You try and stop me from dating him, just try." She took off running ahead in order to reach home first and lock herself in her room.

"I'm home," Heero announced. He stepped inside and put his keys on the key hook. Their new apartment was a single floor, two-bed room apartment. They lived high up and had a terrace but he only went out there at night, when Dr. Jay couldn't see him. Had he been seen doing something as… expressive as enjoying watching the stars or looking at the lights across the city it would have unpleasant results.
"Aah, did you make any friends?" Dr. Jay asked from the kitchen, where he was peeling an orange. It matched the walls, which were creamy with orange flowers. The kitchen was small and contained only a stove/oven, a counter that sat upon some shelves and a microwave. On the left side, along with Dr. Jay, there was a table with a fruit bowl on it and three chairs.
"Hn…" Heero answered, unsure of what the doctor wanted to hear.
"What was that? He asked in his cruel yet deceivingly warm voice.
"H-hai," Heero guessed. How can I if I cannot express emotions?
"That's nice, what did you learn?" he asked, he bit into the orange and juice dripped onto the counter. Heero went to get a napkin and clean it up.
"That the school has much to offer. The classes start tomorrow." Heero stood there uncomfortably, not wanting to stay, afraid to leave.
The doctor had lost interest in his fatherly act and simply grunted. Heero left as soon as possible.
Heero's room was colorless. It was tan, actually, but it felt colorless. The bed was made of wood, closer to the floor than most and the sheets were all in tan. The dresser, the lamp, the bookshelf, the curtains, the closet, the cabinet were all in tan. Walking into the room made one feel so bland that they would puke but Heero simply plopped onto his bed and fell asleep.

Quatre returned home alone, he had only stayed a few minutes outside the school to buy supplies and talk with Relena. She's kinder than people made her out to be… although I do admit that she's snobby. It was obvious she was spoiled but that wasn't really her fault. I wonder how her home life is.
Quatre set down the bag of goods he had on his table. He owned the whole house to himself. It was a flat house and some one had decorated it for him in gray and green. It felt comfy, it felt homey, it was lonely.
At first he sat down o the couch, then he got up and moved the pillows. Soon he turned on the news but didn't really listen. I left on bad terms and now I'm feeling the guilt… and the loneliness.
He picked up the phone. He put down the phone.
He picked it up. He put it down.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Thoroughly disgusted with his inability to communicate, Quatre paced a while, but he was only able to think of his father and sisters.
Up. He heard the dial tone and listened to it as if mesmerized for quite some time.
Suddenly the phone was ringing, he had dialed the number without thinking and retained his trance. It rang three times… he lost his nerve and hung up.
Maybe I'll have better luck seeing him face to face… Quatre pulled out his state of the art laptop and turned it on, then he plugged in the camera and dialed up his father. He heard the ringing but the screen only turned black and said 'connecting'. All of a sudden, his father's sad and tired face appeared before him leaning into his hands. When his father glanced at the screen and realized whom it was his head snapped up and his eyes brightened before flickering to anger.
"Hi dad," Quatre said meekly. His father strode over to the computer so that he could be as close as possible to his son before he started ranting.
"Don't 'hi' me, what did you do? I told you not to go to America, now you don't even respect me?" His father wasn't yelling, but he sounded angry and disappointed.
"I did what I thought was right. I don't want to run the family business. I wanted a good education. I'm going to become a doctor!" Quatre said angrily, he began pacing back and forth.
"You are still too young to make these sort of decisions. I am your father, I want what's best for you. You shouldn't have gone." His father stepped back and pointed at him. He had on a white silk shirt and a wrap around his waist. His rather short brown hair fell to one side of his head but he looked like a dashing revolutionary with a lot of leadership in his stance.
Quatre sighed. "I have already started school, I am already settled. If you truly want me to come back home I will fight tooth and nail…" Quatre shifted uncomfortably, "but… Idon'thaveanymoneyandIreallyneedsome." Quatre breathed heavily and waited for the response.
His father threw up his hands, "I can't stop you now, can I? You will do whatever you like but I will not encourage it, I worked for this money and if you want it-"
"Father!"
"Dad!"
"How mean!" His daughters piled into his office out of the screen's view but Quatre could tell who they were, all dozen of them. He smiled widely. Two of his sisters took his father by the arms and started shushing him away saying, "It's okay daddy," and "Take a rest now."
"Hi sis!" Quatre beamed at Iria. She sat down neatly on the desk in front of the screen and fixed her short blonde hair.
"Hi, Quattie, how are you?" She asked kindly, there was no trace of bitterness or anger.
"I'm… okay. About dad-"
"Don't worry about that!" She dismissed whatever he was going to say with a wave of her hand. She became serious, "You never told me you wanted to become a doctor." She smiled the way his mother used to. "I'm so proud! We will, of course really miss you here but this is best." She began to whisper, "Don't worry about father. I can take care of him," she winked.
"Are you sure because-"
Iria was pushed out of the way be Lilanda who practically sat on her. "How are you?! Oh, it seems like forever since we've spent any time together, how is everything?"
"Everything is-"
"Have you met any girls?" Another sister shoved herself into the view, another popped up from behind and encouraged the thought, soon they were all talking about Quatre's non-existent love life and he began to blush.
"Look, he's blushing!"
"Oh, I bet he has met a girl!"
"No, really I-" Quatre tried to say but they all continued to talk in rapid Arabic.
"He's so cute, I knew he'd find a girl some day!"
Quatre blushed even more, "You're embarrassing me on purpose…"
Five of six of them who could hear him said at once, "What are sisters for?" Then they burst into laughter.
Nothing to worry about, Quatre thought. I was wrong to think that they would hold things against me for leaving. My family… This is how all families should be.

:I stick my hand in my pocket: "EW!"
"What is it?"
:laughter: "I left a packet of hot chocolate in my pocket and it's all over it! Look!" :I start pulling out hard, smelly clumps of chocolate:
"That's disgusting!"
(Ah, the things I find in my pockets. 9th grade)

By the way, people, I was in ninth grade, school just ended and I reaaaaaaaaaally hope now I'm in tenth grade. Review!