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Hello!! I'm so happyful that people reviewed my story! Since I was rather encouraged by them, I decided to put the next chapter up, as few reviews as there were. But those reviews were good. All there people are so nice!!! My faith in humanity is restored, only to be knocked down several times by the recent happenings: EXAMS!!!
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Sora figured that she actually got off pretty easy once she left the office and made her way down the hall. After all, it was her first offense. A pretty big offense, but it was her first. All Principal Suzuki asked her to do was clean up the cafeteria today and take detention from Monday to Wednesday, along with several other students who did a pretty good job of tossing chunks of food at other teachers. Nothing as bad as Aki's.
She pushed open the double doors of the cafeteria and gaped. She quickly took back her words. She didn't get off easy, after all. As they say, out of the frying pan and into the fire. The cafeteria was a complete mess. Sora's mouth hung agape until one of the other students, Kioko Latsuni went up to her and handed her a mop and a rag.
"We clean up now," she reminded Sora. Sora shut her mouth and nodded. Kioko gave her a little smile. "That was a fun food fight, though. Thanks, Takenouchi. I didn't know that you had it in you."
Sora smiled weakly and started to mop off the floor where the nerds had sprayed ketchup, soy sauce and other assorted liquids at each other. It wasn't hard work, but she had to avoid slipping on the floor and crashing into the tables with the enormous mop. As soon as she finished cleaning that section up, she started to wipe off the tables. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. After all, Sora did this all the time at home to ease her mother's tension whenever the flower deliveries didn't arrive on time.
She started to hum a song her mother taught her whenever she was busy. She hummed as she cleared the table of trays and dropped them into the tray chute. She hummed as she started to wipe the walls off. As she tried to reach a spot that was too high, she slipped on the ketchup stains she had missed and into a puddle of mustard face first.
This was not doing wonders for her uniform.
"No…" she grumbled. "Why me?"
"Hey, you all right?" A hand reached down into her view. Sora looked up irritably, squinting, because the bright cafeteria lights that were behind the person shadowed the person who owned that hand. Suddenly, she lashed out with her foot and kicked the hand away. She deduced that it was a guy when she heard him yelp, "Ouch! You know, I'm willing to let that kick slide. That was pretty good. You need help?"
Whoops. Maybe he did want to help her. It didn't really matter who it was, as long as he wanted to help her, so she reached out her hand and took his. Surprisingly, he pulled her up without any effort.
"Thanks," Sora muttered. "I'm sorry for kicking your hand. I just felt mad at the world today." The guy laughed. She looked at him now that she could see his face as she wiped her face with a clean rag. He was garbed in the usual Odaiba High School uniform and looked to be her age. He had brown eyes and a full head of huge hair. Her eyebrow arched a little. This has gotta be one of the weirdest hairstyles I've ever seen, she thought as she gave him a weak smile. He looked familiar. (A/N: Like your dead girlfriend. Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else. You go to the Cat's Scratch Club that's where I work; I dance, help me look! Yes! They used to tie you up. It's a living. I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs. We could light the candle—sorry. Rent song got into my head.)
The guy brushed it aside lightheartedly. "Don't mention it. Are you the one who started this food fight?"
Sora reddened. "And what if I am?" she challenged defiantly, defensively. (A/N: Words are fun to play with. They don't bite.)
The guy laughed. "Then I would thank you because I'd rather clean up a cafeteria that has a few measly little stains than sit down and stare blankly at the detention supervisor's forehead. Besides, that was one of the best food fights I've ever had. By the way, I'm Tai."
Measly little stains? Sora wondered, bewildered. The cafeteria was covered top to bottom with food slop.
Sora smiled easily now that her face was free of stains. "I'm Sora Takenouchi. And yes, I did start the fight. I get detention on Monday to Wednesday."
Tai's face brightened up. "Ooh! Then I'll meet you there, too!"
"Really?" Sora couldn't help asking him, "What for?"
Tai started to sound like a little kid eagerly ticking off the list of presents he had received at Christmas. "Well, first, me and my buddy Daisuke (he's several levels below me) threw lemonade into the pool during gym class when we had to go swimming when this really annoying girl was swimming so it made her look like she, you know…"
Sora laughed, but she pitied the girl.
Tai went on. "Anyway, we got detention for that. And just the other day, we got our friend, Izzy, to rig up all the computers to flash different colors and insults, putdowns and such. Izzy didn't get tagged for it, but Davis and I made sure that they knew who was responsible." He laughed. "That got us two weeks. Then there was the time when we went into the boys' bathroom with itching powder, toothpaste and—"
Sora quickly cut him off, saying, "That's all right. I get it."
Tai looked disappointed. "You sure you don't want to hear about it? It was a really good prank."
Sora smirked. "I think that I'm fine with it now. Which teacher did you hit a while back?"
"One of the best teachers to hit with food," Tai snorted. "I managed to get Professor Hataro in the back of the head with a wet baloney balloon. Your aim at Suzuki was pretty good."
Sora blushed. "I didn't really mean to get her. I was aiming at my friend, Chloris."
Tai shrugged. "Well, it was a good shot."
Suddenly, Sora realized who he was. He was the school's star player in their soccer team. Taichi Kamiya. That's why he looked so familiar! Sora often longed to play soccer, but her mother wouldn't let her because her mother wanted her to play tennis and follow in her grandmother's footsteps. Sora always watched the soccer games from afar. She never missed a game.
Her eyes grew wide. "You're Taichi Kamiya!"
"Oh." Tai arched his eyebrow. "Didn't you know?"
Sora rolled her eyes. "Don't be so full of yourself. I didn't recognize you at all and I've been to every soccer game in school. Maybe it's your distinct hairstyle that told me who you were. Imagine that. Hair talks."
Tai shrugged. "It's hard to be famous. Sometimes you're recognized and treated like a king, sometimes you're not and treated like dirt."
Sora shoved him playfully away and said, "Get back to work, Taichi Kamiya. We have to finish this cafeteria."
Tai bowed. "As you wish, Lady Takenouchi." He sauntered away and started to mop the floor.
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"Mr. Yamato Ishida? Ms. Mimi Tachikawa?" Principal Suzuki's peered at the two teenagers, nudging her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose.
"Actually, you can just call me Matt," the blonde adolescent put in. "It sometimes gets grating when little kids call me tomato."
Suzuki's eyebrow lifted sardonically. "Alright, Mr. Ishida. Ms. Tachikawa, do you have anything to add?"
The girl shook her head, sending dyed pink hair flying. "Mimi's my name so you call me Mimi."
Suzuki's eyebrow lifted even higher. "Well. Mimi, Matt. I welcome you two to Odaiba High School. As large as you two are in the filmmaking and musical industries, in this school, you will be treated as other students who have part-time jobs. Meaning, you two will be no different than the other students, with the exception maybe of certain qualities, such as fame. But do not allow your busy schedules to interfere with your classes and responsibilities as a student. The two of you have chosen to attend school, thus you two must continually attend school. There will be no funny business allowed. Is this all clear, Mr. Ishida, Ms. Tachikawa?"
The two youths nodded vigorously. "We actually wanted to come here to get away from all the glamour," Mimi said eagerly. "We kind of miss being normal kids." Her large brown eyes were incredibly fervent. She was telling the truth.
"Is this true?" A pitying smile came upon the principal's face, looking at Matt.
Matt shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, I guess." His icy blue eyes were hard to read.
"Mister, that will be, 'yes', not, 'yeah'. Understood?"
"Yeah—I mean, yes."
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Thirty or so minutes later, the famous rock star and the award-winning actress stepped out of the Principal's office.
"Was that a speech or what?" Yamato Ishida, lead singer of the Teenage Wolves, heartthrob of girls worldwide, drawled, holding the door open for Mimi Tachikawa, winner of the Emmy award twice. Mimi walked through, stepping into the hall, flipping her pink tresses over her shoulder.
"It sure was," Mimi commented. "Come on, let's go to our homes. Mom is probably worrying about me at this moment." Mimi assumed a look of exaggerated worry with the ease of an experienced actress. "Did Mimi-kins get into school? Did she remember to smile a lot? Is my Mimi accepted into school?"
Matt had to admit that her expression looked almost exactly like Mrs. Tachikawa's own, except that Mimi looked younger. "Auntie's not that bad," he protested. He simulated a similar look almost as easily as Mimi did, saying, "Did my little Mimi remember to put her deodorant on today? What if my darling smells bad? She is so worried! No, I must not think that. My angel Mimi is the most perfect little girl in the world!!!!"
They both laughed. Matt and Mimi were distantly related, Matt's grandfather's cousin's cousin being Mimi's grandfather, but they were very close, both being the only Japanese-American in their families.
They took a few more steps, and then Matt stopped and asked her, "Why are we doing this?"
"Doing what?" came back Mimi's obvious reply. "We're walking!"
"No, why are we going back to school? We already have our lives mapped out for us. Do we really need to return to this academic stuff?" Matt's eyebrows were furrowed.
"Don't frown, Matt, it'll give you wrinkles," Mimi reminded him. "But we're going back to school because there's a great deal of many things we won't be able to know through our jobs. I also want to be with normal young people, instead of stuffy old directors and prissy makeup people. School is a great place to go!"
"You used to curse the word 'school' a long time ago, Meems. Does this sudden change have anything to do with the fact that that fifty-cent extra called you a brainless uneducated little prick?"
Mimi looked embarrassed. "You heard? God, I hope that doesn't make it to the tabloids. I'll never live it down."
"Everyone heard her when she said that to you. The microphone system was running." Matt chuckled.
Her face turned sour. "Yay. You see? This is why I wanted to go to school. Every single thing we people say are reported and criticized every day. Our privacy, or lack thereof, is frequently being intruded upon by nosy paparazzi. And you ask me why I wouldn't want to live a normal life?"
Matt shrugged. "I enjoy it."
"Well, our careers won't last forever, you know." Mimi scowled and said haughtily, "I'm going now." She stomped down the hall, opposite the entrance which they knew to be that way.
"Uh, Mimi, you're going the wrong way!" Matt called to her.
"I knew that! I'm supposed to have a discussion with the drama teacher in a few minutes and the theater office is this way!" With that, she turned the corner.
Matt rolled his eyes. Sometimes, his cousin was way too high strung. (A/N: He just calls her his cousin to avoid any confusion.)
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Sora continued to clean the walls after making sure that the floor she stood on was clean. By now, the cafeteria was beginning to look like its former self. Most of the stains were gone by now and shining with cleanliness.
Sora was finishing her scrubbing of the tables and by now started on the floor. Since she had started the food fight, she received the harsher punishment and when the other students, including Tai, were allowed to leave, she wasn't and still had an hour of polishing the doors of the school as an extra punishment for slopping the tray on the Principal.
So there she was, in plain view for everyone to mock her, meticulously scrubbing the double doors of the entrance of Odaiba High School, leaning on them as she attempted to reach certain spots. Sora wished that Principal Suzuki would come and tell her that she was allowed to go home, but to no avail, for Principal Suzuki was apparently busy with the Drama teacher. They were planning this dance thing, perhaps.
She shook her head to clear her mind. The sooner she got this cursed door cleaned to shine, the sooner she could barge into the Principal's office and tell her that the doors were spick and span. Sora turned her attention back to a nasty little blot that refused to disappear and began to scrub viciously.
Suddenly, she was knocked over as someone stomped out the door, landing on the hard cement steps and tumbling down to the grass ("Ow! OW! OW!!!"). Sora lay there on her back, eyes shut and trying to get her air back, wondering when her torment would end. Why me?
"Watch it!" someone snapped. Probably the person who slammed the doors open and caused Sora to relive the days when she hated rollercoasters. She took a deep breath before painfully standing up and glaring at the jerk.
He was an inch or so taller than she was, with a head of silky-looking blond hair and regal azure eyes. He couldn't be a student, Sora deemed, because he wasn't wearing the uniform. He was clothed in a black shirt and pants. And he had a scowl on his face.
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OK, so there isn't much Sorato in this story, either, but hey! It's a start. This wasn't a long chapter, but it was refreshing. I like the way I make Mimi not too ditzy. It's really hard. It appears that Matt doesn't really want to go to school and Mimi does. I mean, MIMI, the pink girl! Ouch.
I'd also like to thank all those people who reviewed, and to someone who asked, aye, aye, you are all very nice. Please review and remember: THERE ARE PICKLES IN HEAVEN!!!!!
Hello!! I'm so happyful that people reviewed my story! Since I was rather encouraged by them, I decided to put the next chapter up, as few reviews as there were. But those reviews were good. All there people are so nice!!! My faith in humanity is restored, only to be knocked down several times by the recent happenings: EXAMS!!!
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Sora figured that she actually got off pretty easy once she left the office and made her way down the hall. After all, it was her first offense. A pretty big offense, but it was her first. All Principal Suzuki asked her to do was clean up the cafeteria today and take detention from Monday to Wednesday, along with several other students who did a pretty good job of tossing chunks of food at other teachers. Nothing as bad as Aki's.
She pushed open the double doors of the cafeteria and gaped. She quickly took back her words. She didn't get off easy, after all. As they say, out of the frying pan and into the fire. The cafeteria was a complete mess. Sora's mouth hung agape until one of the other students, Kioko Latsuni went up to her and handed her a mop and a rag.
"We clean up now," she reminded Sora. Sora shut her mouth and nodded. Kioko gave her a little smile. "That was a fun food fight, though. Thanks, Takenouchi. I didn't know that you had it in you."
Sora smiled weakly and started to mop off the floor where the nerds had sprayed ketchup, soy sauce and other assorted liquids at each other. It wasn't hard work, but she had to avoid slipping on the floor and crashing into the tables with the enormous mop. As soon as she finished cleaning that section up, she started to wipe off the tables. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. After all, Sora did this all the time at home to ease her mother's tension whenever the flower deliveries didn't arrive on time.
She started to hum a song her mother taught her whenever she was busy. She hummed as she cleared the table of trays and dropped them into the tray chute. She hummed as she started to wipe the walls off. As she tried to reach a spot that was too high, she slipped on the ketchup stains she had missed and into a puddle of mustard face first.
This was not doing wonders for her uniform.
"No…" she grumbled. "Why me?"
"Hey, you all right?" A hand reached down into her view. Sora looked up irritably, squinting, because the bright cafeteria lights that were behind the person shadowed the person who owned that hand. Suddenly, she lashed out with her foot and kicked the hand away. She deduced that it was a guy when she heard him yelp, "Ouch! You know, I'm willing to let that kick slide. That was pretty good. You need help?"
Whoops. Maybe he did want to help her. It didn't really matter who it was, as long as he wanted to help her, so she reached out her hand and took his. Surprisingly, he pulled her up without any effort.
"Thanks," Sora muttered. "I'm sorry for kicking your hand. I just felt mad at the world today." The guy laughed. She looked at him now that she could see his face as she wiped her face with a clean rag. He was garbed in the usual Odaiba High School uniform and looked to be her age. He had brown eyes and a full head of huge hair. Her eyebrow arched a little. This has gotta be one of the weirdest hairstyles I've ever seen, she thought as she gave him a weak smile. He looked familiar. (A/N: Like your dead girlfriend. Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else. You go to the Cat's Scratch Club that's where I work; I dance, help me look! Yes! They used to tie you up. It's a living. I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs. We could light the candle—sorry. Rent song got into my head.)
The guy brushed it aside lightheartedly. "Don't mention it. Are you the one who started this food fight?"
Sora reddened. "And what if I am?" she challenged defiantly, defensively. (A/N: Words are fun to play with. They don't bite.)
The guy laughed. "Then I would thank you because I'd rather clean up a cafeteria that has a few measly little stains than sit down and stare blankly at the detention supervisor's forehead. Besides, that was one of the best food fights I've ever had. By the way, I'm Tai."
Measly little stains? Sora wondered, bewildered. The cafeteria was covered top to bottom with food slop.
Sora smiled easily now that her face was free of stains. "I'm Sora Takenouchi. And yes, I did start the fight. I get detention on Monday to Wednesday."
Tai's face brightened up. "Ooh! Then I'll meet you there, too!"
"Really?" Sora couldn't help asking him, "What for?"
Tai started to sound like a little kid eagerly ticking off the list of presents he had received at Christmas. "Well, first, me and my buddy Daisuke (he's several levels below me) threw lemonade into the pool during gym class when we had to go swimming when this really annoying girl was swimming so it made her look like she, you know…"
Sora laughed, but she pitied the girl.
Tai went on. "Anyway, we got detention for that. And just the other day, we got our friend, Izzy, to rig up all the computers to flash different colors and insults, putdowns and such. Izzy didn't get tagged for it, but Davis and I made sure that they knew who was responsible." He laughed. "That got us two weeks. Then there was the time when we went into the boys' bathroom with itching powder, toothpaste and—"
Sora quickly cut him off, saying, "That's all right. I get it."
Tai looked disappointed. "You sure you don't want to hear about it? It was a really good prank."
Sora smirked. "I think that I'm fine with it now. Which teacher did you hit a while back?"
"One of the best teachers to hit with food," Tai snorted. "I managed to get Professor Hataro in the back of the head with a wet baloney balloon. Your aim at Suzuki was pretty good."
Sora blushed. "I didn't really mean to get her. I was aiming at my friend, Chloris."
Tai shrugged. "Well, it was a good shot."
Suddenly, Sora realized who he was. He was the school's star player in their soccer team. Taichi Kamiya. That's why he looked so familiar! Sora often longed to play soccer, but her mother wouldn't let her because her mother wanted her to play tennis and follow in her grandmother's footsteps. Sora always watched the soccer games from afar. She never missed a game.
Her eyes grew wide. "You're Taichi Kamiya!"
"Oh." Tai arched his eyebrow. "Didn't you know?"
Sora rolled her eyes. "Don't be so full of yourself. I didn't recognize you at all and I've been to every soccer game in school. Maybe it's your distinct hairstyle that told me who you were. Imagine that. Hair talks."
Tai shrugged. "It's hard to be famous. Sometimes you're recognized and treated like a king, sometimes you're not and treated like dirt."
Sora shoved him playfully away and said, "Get back to work, Taichi Kamiya. We have to finish this cafeteria."
Tai bowed. "As you wish, Lady Takenouchi." He sauntered away and started to mop the floor.
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"Mr. Yamato Ishida? Ms. Mimi Tachikawa?" Principal Suzuki's peered at the two teenagers, nudging her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose.
"Actually, you can just call me Matt," the blonde adolescent put in. "It sometimes gets grating when little kids call me tomato."
Suzuki's eyebrow lifted sardonically. "Alright, Mr. Ishida. Ms. Tachikawa, do you have anything to add?"
The girl shook her head, sending dyed pink hair flying. "Mimi's my name so you call me Mimi."
Suzuki's eyebrow lifted even higher. "Well. Mimi, Matt. I welcome you two to Odaiba High School. As large as you two are in the filmmaking and musical industries, in this school, you will be treated as other students who have part-time jobs. Meaning, you two will be no different than the other students, with the exception maybe of certain qualities, such as fame. But do not allow your busy schedules to interfere with your classes and responsibilities as a student. The two of you have chosen to attend school, thus you two must continually attend school. There will be no funny business allowed. Is this all clear, Mr. Ishida, Ms. Tachikawa?"
The two youths nodded vigorously. "We actually wanted to come here to get away from all the glamour," Mimi said eagerly. "We kind of miss being normal kids." Her large brown eyes were incredibly fervent. She was telling the truth.
"Is this true?" A pitying smile came upon the principal's face, looking at Matt.
Matt shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, I guess." His icy blue eyes were hard to read.
"Mister, that will be, 'yes', not, 'yeah'. Understood?"
"Yeah—I mean, yes."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Thirty or so minutes later, the famous rock star and the award-winning actress stepped out of the Principal's office.
"Was that a speech or what?" Yamato Ishida, lead singer of the Teenage Wolves, heartthrob of girls worldwide, drawled, holding the door open for Mimi Tachikawa, winner of the Emmy award twice. Mimi walked through, stepping into the hall, flipping her pink tresses over her shoulder.
"It sure was," Mimi commented. "Come on, let's go to our homes. Mom is probably worrying about me at this moment." Mimi assumed a look of exaggerated worry with the ease of an experienced actress. "Did Mimi-kins get into school? Did she remember to smile a lot? Is my Mimi accepted into school?"
Matt had to admit that her expression looked almost exactly like Mrs. Tachikawa's own, except that Mimi looked younger. "Auntie's not that bad," he protested. He simulated a similar look almost as easily as Mimi did, saying, "Did my little Mimi remember to put her deodorant on today? What if my darling smells bad? She is so worried! No, I must not think that. My angel Mimi is the most perfect little girl in the world!!!!"
They both laughed. Matt and Mimi were distantly related, Matt's grandfather's cousin's cousin being Mimi's grandfather, but they were very close, both being the only Japanese-American in their families.
They took a few more steps, and then Matt stopped and asked her, "Why are we doing this?"
"Doing what?" came back Mimi's obvious reply. "We're walking!"
"No, why are we going back to school? We already have our lives mapped out for us. Do we really need to return to this academic stuff?" Matt's eyebrows were furrowed.
"Don't frown, Matt, it'll give you wrinkles," Mimi reminded him. "But we're going back to school because there's a great deal of many things we won't be able to know through our jobs. I also want to be with normal young people, instead of stuffy old directors and prissy makeup people. School is a great place to go!"
"You used to curse the word 'school' a long time ago, Meems. Does this sudden change have anything to do with the fact that that fifty-cent extra called you a brainless uneducated little prick?"
Mimi looked embarrassed. "You heard? God, I hope that doesn't make it to the tabloids. I'll never live it down."
"Everyone heard her when she said that to you. The microphone system was running." Matt chuckled.
Her face turned sour. "Yay. You see? This is why I wanted to go to school. Every single thing we people say are reported and criticized every day. Our privacy, or lack thereof, is frequently being intruded upon by nosy paparazzi. And you ask me why I wouldn't want to live a normal life?"
Matt shrugged. "I enjoy it."
"Well, our careers won't last forever, you know." Mimi scowled and said haughtily, "I'm going now." She stomped down the hall, opposite the entrance which they knew to be that way.
"Uh, Mimi, you're going the wrong way!" Matt called to her.
"I knew that! I'm supposed to have a discussion with the drama teacher in a few minutes and the theater office is this way!" With that, she turned the corner.
Matt rolled his eyes. Sometimes, his cousin was way too high strung. (A/N: He just calls her his cousin to avoid any confusion.)
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Sora continued to clean the walls after making sure that the floor she stood on was clean. By now, the cafeteria was beginning to look like its former self. Most of the stains were gone by now and shining with cleanliness.
Sora was finishing her scrubbing of the tables and by now started on the floor. Since she had started the food fight, she received the harsher punishment and when the other students, including Tai, were allowed to leave, she wasn't and still had an hour of polishing the doors of the school as an extra punishment for slopping the tray on the Principal.
So there she was, in plain view for everyone to mock her, meticulously scrubbing the double doors of the entrance of Odaiba High School, leaning on them as she attempted to reach certain spots. Sora wished that Principal Suzuki would come and tell her that she was allowed to go home, but to no avail, for Principal Suzuki was apparently busy with the Drama teacher. They were planning this dance thing, perhaps.
She shook her head to clear her mind. The sooner she got this cursed door cleaned to shine, the sooner she could barge into the Principal's office and tell her that the doors were spick and span. Sora turned her attention back to a nasty little blot that refused to disappear and began to scrub viciously.
Suddenly, she was knocked over as someone stomped out the door, landing on the hard cement steps and tumbling down to the grass ("Ow! OW! OW!!!"). Sora lay there on her back, eyes shut and trying to get her air back, wondering when her torment would end. Why me?
"Watch it!" someone snapped. Probably the person who slammed the doors open and caused Sora to relive the days when she hated rollercoasters. She took a deep breath before painfully standing up and glaring at the jerk.
He was an inch or so taller than she was, with a head of silky-looking blond hair and regal azure eyes. He couldn't be a student, Sora deemed, because he wasn't wearing the uniform. He was clothed in a black shirt and pants. And he had a scowl on his face.
**
OK, so there isn't much Sorato in this story, either, but hey! It's a start. This wasn't a long chapter, but it was refreshing. I like the way I make Mimi not too ditzy. It's really hard. It appears that Matt doesn't really want to go to school and Mimi does. I mean, MIMI, the pink girl! Ouch.
I'd also like to thank all those people who reviewed, and to someone who asked, aye, aye, you are all very nice. Please review and remember: THERE ARE PICKLES IN HEAVEN!!!!!