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to do and I needed to study really hard lately. A thousand apologies to all
of you! And I thank all of my reviewers. I've gotten 5 reviews now in SUCH
a short period of time! And a warning to you all....this chapter is 3 pages
shorter than the first chapter. Sorry again! I don't own Yugioh only Hoshi
and the Millennium Armlet and this story's plot!!!!! And I apologize if
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"blah...blah...": someone speaking //blah...blah...//: someone thinking ~blah...bah...~: Yami speaking to hikari -blah...blah...-: hikari speaking to Yami blah...blah...: speaking on Msn
To be Chosen The fan has unfurled....... Now my world has been whirled...... Spinning around and around......... Much confusion yet no sound...... Fate has a certain twist......... Life isn't filled with bliss......... Out of this world why was I chosen?...... Chosen...chosen....chosen.......... Why me I ask everyday........ Was I chosen?..........
Chapter 2: Uniforms
Hoshi ran along the sidewalk, neatly evading pedestrians. Her satchel became a weapon, erratically knocking people aside and producing curses.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Hoshi shouted. //errr......what's that word? Oh yeah!// "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!"
For some reason Hoshi's subconscious knew the way to Domino high. She walked through the gates, seeing the courtyard was empty. The drone of a teacher's voice drifted through an open window.
//Argh! I'm late!// Hoshi thought. //At least I'm new here...can use that as an excuse.//
Walking into the school Hoshi managed to find the office. Walking up to the secretary who was typing to the computer, Hoshi waited patiently for the secretary to notice her. And waited and waited and waited and waited.........finally she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Excuse me?" she asked knocking on the secretary's desk. The secretary looked up, slightly confused and seemed to look through Hoshi.
"Hello? Anybody there?" the secretary's eyes then slid into place and noticed Hoshi.
"Oh there you are dear! Sorry, I didn't notice you at first," apologized the woman. She assessed Hoshi with shrewd eyes.
"You're the new student right? You're late today but I'm sure the director will excuse you this time. Make sure you arrive at school at seven o'clock next time all right? Now just nip into that door to the director's office and when you come back out I'll have your timetable and student ID ready for you," babbled the secretary and Hoshi got ushered into the director's office
The director's office was very....neat. That was the only word Hoshi could think of. This place would be the definition of neatness. Everything was in their proper spot up to pens and pencils were placed in separate cups and papers were stacked to the side on the desk. The director sat in a leather swivel chair behind his desk, his hands NEATLY folded on the desktop. He gestured towards the chair before him. Hoshi stiffly sat down.
"As I see you're a new student you haven't realized your dress code," he stated with a perfect, monotone voice.
"umm.......this is what I received as my school uniform," Hoshi said waving a hand indicating her clothes. The director glanced at it disapprovingly.
"Well yes, but as you see only the boys here wear the blue blazer and pants. The girls on the other hand wear some short skirts and a pink blazer with a bow."
Hoshi frowned slightly. //I'm feeling that someone is being sexist here.//
Clearing her throat Hoshi tried to reply as politely as she could. "Yes, but in Canada I'm more used to wearing pants instead of a mini skirt."
She watched fascinated as the toothbrush mustache underneath the director's nose seemed to twitch with irritation on its own.
"Well young lady, you're not in Canada right now so I do insist that you wear the proper uniform," he commanded in a threatening tone.
Hoshi felt the color rise into her already pallid cheeks. Never, ever did she have to wear a skirt in her life! Only once when she was three except that she had ripped off the skirt and danced half-naked around the house, with her mom chasing her. That was the first and LAST time she'd ever had to wear a skirt. And now this DIRECTOR dared to force her into one?! Call her weirdo or a freak, but Hoshi would never wear a skirt or dress. She had this thing against wearing them and didn't like the constrains they had on her.
"I'll agree to the pink blazer and bow but can I just wear a pair of pants? I have this thing about skirts," daringly blurted Hoshi. The director frowned slightly, but his forehead smoothed back quickly.
"hmm.....that seems fine with me," he mused. "You may leave now." Gratefully Hoshi picked up her satchel and left.
"Oh there you sweetie, you were taking much more longer than I expected," the smooth tone of the secretary said. "Now here's your student card. You can use this to borrow books from our library and to show your age at student events. And here's your timetable also, the first period's done so you might as well go to your second one."
Hurriedly walking away from the school's office, Hoshi was relieved to be gone from there. The babbling secretary and perfectionist principal seemed REALLY weird people. Well, how about Yugi and his friends? Not too mention Seto Kaiba. Were they normal people? And how about herself? Suddenly appearing in an anime world that she didn't know much about except that it was set in Japan.
//Isn't this perfect? I get to be in a dysfunctional school while I'm dysfunctional myself.// Hoshi though ironically.
She walked into her class, thankful the bell hadn't rung yet allowing her to seem part of the crowd, instead of having to walk in the middle of class and catch everyone's attention. She picked a spot in the corner of the room, the other desks close by empty. Looking at her timetable it read that she was having mathematics right now.
//hmmm......I think that'll be no problem. I'm okay with it...unless they teach it differently here.// she mused.
The teacher walked in, calming the class's banter. She placed her books on the desk. "Is everyone here? All right then, open your textbooks to page thirty then."
Hoshi looked through her books to find she had no math textbook.
Raising her hand lightly, she called out, "errr.....ma'am? I don't have a math textbook."
The teacher looked where Hoshi was sitting, looked confused for a second then raised her eyebrows at Hoshi in displeasure.
"Ah yes, you're Hoshi aren't you? The new student from Canada?" she asked. "That's the reason for no textbook." The teacher turned to a person next to Hoshi. "umm...You... share your book with Hoshi." The person complied and moved their desk next to Hoshi.
"Oh and Hoshi? You address me as "sensei". Not as ma'am," the teacher corrected.
"Yes sensei," murmured Hoshi softly. Some boy sniggered in the class. The teacher immediately riveted her attention to the chuckling boy.
"What so funny Joey?" she inquired with authority.
The boy she addressed to straightened up in his seat. Hoshi gasped, but so softly that no one could hear. Here was Joey Wheeler! One of Yugi's best friends. Hoshi immediately began scanning the classroom for any other characters from the Yugioh television show that her friend Emily raved about. There was the timid Bakura with his snowy white hair and the Millennium Ring hanging as a necklace. Also Tea Gardner, another good friend of Yugi. And Seto Kaiba who slouched in his seat and seemed to glare at the world. That was all that Hoshi recognized in her class. Joey then cleared his throat to speak.
"Well sensei, isn't Hoshi a girl's name and as you can see," here Joey pointed to Hoshi and smirked. "Hoshi is a boy."
Hoshi gaped at him then a small smile appeared on her lips. It seemed that people here weren't that observant. Of course with her brown hair cropped short up to her earlobes and cut close to the skull, people would think of Hoshi resembling a boy. Not to mention that hardly any feminine curves showed up on her face and body. But if people would take a closer look at Hoshi then they would recognize that the shape of her chin and jaw didn't have that hard boyish look to them.
"Joey Wheeler, really! I would have thought a student of mine would be more polite and observant. Hoshi is a girl as you should be able to notice," pointed out the teacher. Joey stared at the teacher then swiveled around to look at Hoshi's chest area. She blushed deeply and sunk into her chair, wanting to just melt into the floor right then.
"JOEY WHEELER!" called out sensei. "I will NOT have that kind of conduct in my class. Turn around and face the front right now."
Joey did so, but not without casting a last curious glance at Hoshi.
* * * * *
For the remainder of the day, Hoshi did quite fine. She found out that in math she was the "Math Whiz" of the class. In science she fared well, belonging to the majority of people who didn't make their chemicals blow up into their face. Unlike Tea who managed to make three small explosions in a row. During calligraphy lessons she surprisingly managed to write the characters, the same number as the number of English words she knew. She also wrote the same way as she did in writing English letters, messily. Thus getting criticized heavily by the teacher. When Hoshi had her English class, she was surprised as she didn't expect there would be one. Others seemed to struggle to say some few simple words while Hoshi of course spoke it quite fluently. When the teacher asked her to say a few simple English words for others to hear Hoshi had to repeat the phrase a few times before the teacher said with exaggerated politeness, "Thank you Hoshi, for saying it in Japanese a few hundred times before the English I wanted to hear!" Judging from this and the titters of others, Hoshi seemed to have spoken something else. Turning to Bakura sitting next to her she asked what language she spoke now and he answered, with a puzzled expression, "Japanese."
//Ahh....seems that the "high powers" made me able to speak Japanese fluently as well.// thought Hoshi as she fiddled with her pencil. //They've sure seemed to have taken care of my merging into this world. I wonder whether this place is really actually anime and all these people are just fictional characters. And I'm in a coma and for a bizarre reason my mind thought up this story. Or this place is....gulp...real and I'm being blackmailed by a spirit to go on a suicide mission.// The bell rang interrupting her thoughts.
* * * * *
Hoshi changed into a t-shirt and shorts in the girl's changing room. When she had first stepped in some girls in the process of undressing screamed as they mistook her for a boy. That was a big embarrassment for Hoshi, but managed to correct their mistake before they beat her out with sharp-toed shoes and bottles of nail polish. Sighing, she gave her runner's laces with a strong pull. Even though her boyish clothes and short hair sometimes created problems Hoshi wouldn't change them though many of her friends and relatives pestered her to do so. "It's not proper...you're soon to be a young lady...act nicely now..." were lines repeatedly stuffed into her ears. Thankfully her parents and brother didn't bother her at all about it, if they did Hoshi wouldn't have had any peace at all. For the fact that she had the likeness of a boy, she didn't act like one at all. Always quiet in school, she was the kind of person who followed the rules by the book. Only when matters concerning the kind of style Hoshi had were brought up, she became a defensive and over-reactive girl. As a friend said "A timid rabbit to a raging tiger."
Walking into the gym Hoshi noticed that all of the girls wore a short white skirt instead of the white shorts that she wore. Only the boys wore those. Tea, who was with a group of pretty girls, looked pointedly at Hoshi and giggled along with the shallow-minded females.
//Gosh. Is making fun of the new girl the way they greet people here?// wondered Hoshi disgusted. //Seems like high schools all around the world are the same.//
"Tweet!" the p.e. teacher blew in his whistle. "All right ladies and gentlemen let's start this class with some exercise. Twenty laps around this gym now!"
Everyone groaned and unwillingly began jogging. Although Hoshi was a good runner, she was more of a sprinter and halfway through she was breathing heavily as much as everyone else.
"Come on now people! Let's stretch those leg muscles! Start moving you've still got another ten laps to do!" the brawny sensei yelled. He stood there like a dark cloud, fists on his hips and his jaws rapidly gnawing at some gum.
Someone's arm jabbed painfully into Hoshi's side and caught unawares she fell with a cry. Looking up she looked up to see a black-haired boy's smirk before his face whizzed by.
"Hey runt!" sensei screamed unfeelingly. "Get up and start moving! There's to be no slacking off here! Five more laps should toughen you up from your soft Canadian upbringing!" Hoshi looked at him in disbelief.
"You heard what I said...five more laps!" he shrieked and with aching muscles she moved.
With the classmates finished and watching, she resolutely ran the extra length. The boys leaned against the wall with smirks while the girls just looked on with laughing eyes. Only Seto and Bakura had no humor on their face, Bakura with a worried frown while Seto just had a bored expression. Taking advantage of a hidden strength within she dashed through the last two laps and leaned heavily on her knees, gasping.
"Next time do it faster," ordered the muscular teacher. "Now the boys grab some basketballs and shoot some hoops while I talk with the girls." With the entertainment over everyone obeyed the him. The teacher turned his emotionless stare at Hoshi.
"And wear a skirt next time, you're a girl and the clothes code here is that girls wear skirts."
Opening her mouth Hoshi could've just said that the director allowed her to wear pants instead of the regular skirt. She could've just said a short simple sentence and avoided a dispute. Driven by her anger at the unfair treatment she was receiving she fought back.
"But I don't like wearing skirts," she answered coldly.
"What did you say runt?" growled the teacher. His arm muscles flexed dangerously. Everyone stopped in what they were doing and looked expectantly, waiting for some more amusement.
"You expect me to wear some miniskirt to p.e. class?! And here I was thinking that this school wasn't crazy enough," commented Hoshi standing her ground. "I've had it enough with you teachers already! Blabbering on about girls having to wear skirts to school. But wearing a miniskirt for p.e. just takes the cake! How can you expect us to run in comfort when we have to worry about our skirts not flapping around? It seems that we can't have any privacy for our vaginas for God's sake!!" Here some of the boys whistled.
"Are you trying to use us for your disgusting masculine plots!" Hoshi ranted on. "You seem to act like perverts and sexists! You have hardly any freedom in this damn place at all for females!"
"Runt will you shut your trap now!" bellowed the teacher.
"AND MY NAME'S NOT RUNT IT'S HOSHI!!!" she screamed.
"WELL THEN HOSHI HIT THE SHOWERS 'CAUSE YOU'VE NOW GOT DETENTION AND YOU'RE SUSPENDED FROM THIS CLASS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!!!" the mass of flesh roared.
Hoshi immediately shut up and stalked off to the girl's changing room. The gym teacher stared at her in exasperation as his body heat grew and set off waves of anger. One of the boys nudged his friend next to him.
"Should we tell her?" the boy smirked. His companion smiled and shook his head. They both looked up at the sign above the changing room which said 'Boy's room'. Everyone returned to their business then in a second deep yells and a scream came out of the Boy's room. Hoshi ran out of it in bewilderment and halted in front of everyone as they jeered and hooted at her. Face hot with mortification and usually misty brown eyes flashing brightly she tried to walk to the correct changing room with as much dignity as she could muster. After changing she hung around in the hallways waiting impatiently for the last bell to ring.
I hope to get lots of reviews for this chapter now!!! *nudge, nudge, wink, wink* And I dearly do wish you've enjoyed it. Send me a message saying what you think Hoshi's personality is like so far. And whether it's boring or not! PLEASE ANSWER MY PLEAS!!!! I beg you all. Thanks for reading!!! ;)
"blah...blah...": someone speaking //blah...blah...//: someone thinking ~blah...bah...~: Yami speaking to hikari -blah...blah...-: hikari speaking to Yami blah...blah...: speaking on Msn
To be Chosen The fan has unfurled....... Now my world has been whirled...... Spinning around and around......... Much confusion yet no sound...... Fate has a certain twist......... Life isn't filled with bliss......... Out of this world why was I chosen?...... Chosen...chosen....chosen.......... Why me I ask everyday........ Was I chosen?..........
Chapter 2: Uniforms
Hoshi ran along the sidewalk, neatly evading pedestrians. Her satchel became a weapon, erratically knocking people aside and producing curses.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Hoshi shouted. //errr......what's that word? Oh yeah!// "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!"
For some reason Hoshi's subconscious knew the way to Domino high. She walked through the gates, seeing the courtyard was empty. The drone of a teacher's voice drifted through an open window.
//Argh! I'm late!// Hoshi thought. //At least I'm new here...can use that as an excuse.//
Walking into the school Hoshi managed to find the office. Walking up to the secretary who was typing to the computer, Hoshi waited patiently for the secretary to notice her. And waited and waited and waited and waited.........finally she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Excuse me?" she asked knocking on the secretary's desk. The secretary looked up, slightly confused and seemed to look through Hoshi.
"Hello? Anybody there?" the secretary's eyes then slid into place and noticed Hoshi.
"Oh there you are dear! Sorry, I didn't notice you at first," apologized the woman. She assessed Hoshi with shrewd eyes.
"You're the new student right? You're late today but I'm sure the director will excuse you this time. Make sure you arrive at school at seven o'clock next time all right? Now just nip into that door to the director's office and when you come back out I'll have your timetable and student ID ready for you," babbled the secretary and Hoshi got ushered into the director's office
The director's office was very....neat. That was the only word Hoshi could think of. This place would be the definition of neatness. Everything was in their proper spot up to pens and pencils were placed in separate cups and papers were stacked to the side on the desk. The director sat in a leather swivel chair behind his desk, his hands NEATLY folded on the desktop. He gestured towards the chair before him. Hoshi stiffly sat down.
"As I see you're a new student you haven't realized your dress code," he stated with a perfect, monotone voice.
"umm.......this is what I received as my school uniform," Hoshi said waving a hand indicating her clothes. The director glanced at it disapprovingly.
"Well yes, but as you see only the boys here wear the blue blazer and pants. The girls on the other hand wear some short skirts and a pink blazer with a bow."
Hoshi frowned slightly. //I'm feeling that someone is being sexist here.//
Clearing her throat Hoshi tried to reply as politely as she could. "Yes, but in Canada I'm more used to wearing pants instead of a mini skirt."
She watched fascinated as the toothbrush mustache underneath the director's nose seemed to twitch with irritation on its own.
"Well young lady, you're not in Canada right now so I do insist that you wear the proper uniform," he commanded in a threatening tone.
Hoshi felt the color rise into her already pallid cheeks. Never, ever did she have to wear a skirt in her life! Only once when she was three except that she had ripped off the skirt and danced half-naked around the house, with her mom chasing her. That was the first and LAST time she'd ever had to wear a skirt. And now this DIRECTOR dared to force her into one?! Call her weirdo or a freak, but Hoshi would never wear a skirt or dress. She had this thing against wearing them and didn't like the constrains they had on her.
"I'll agree to the pink blazer and bow but can I just wear a pair of pants? I have this thing about skirts," daringly blurted Hoshi. The director frowned slightly, but his forehead smoothed back quickly.
"hmm.....that seems fine with me," he mused. "You may leave now." Gratefully Hoshi picked up her satchel and left.
"Oh there you sweetie, you were taking much more longer than I expected," the smooth tone of the secretary said. "Now here's your student card. You can use this to borrow books from our library and to show your age at student events. And here's your timetable also, the first period's done so you might as well go to your second one."
Hurriedly walking away from the school's office, Hoshi was relieved to be gone from there. The babbling secretary and perfectionist principal seemed REALLY weird people. Well, how about Yugi and his friends? Not too mention Seto Kaiba. Were they normal people? And how about herself? Suddenly appearing in an anime world that she didn't know much about except that it was set in Japan.
//Isn't this perfect? I get to be in a dysfunctional school while I'm dysfunctional myself.// Hoshi though ironically.
She walked into her class, thankful the bell hadn't rung yet allowing her to seem part of the crowd, instead of having to walk in the middle of class and catch everyone's attention. She picked a spot in the corner of the room, the other desks close by empty. Looking at her timetable it read that she was having mathematics right now.
//hmmm......I think that'll be no problem. I'm okay with it...unless they teach it differently here.// she mused.
The teacher walked in, calming the class's banter. She placed her books on the desk. "Is everyone here? All right then, open your textbooks to page thirty then."
Hoshi looked through her books to find she had no math textbook.
Raising her hand lightly, she called out, "errr.....ma'am? I don't have a math textbook."
The teacher looked where Hoshi was sitting, looked confused for a second then raised her eyebrows at Hoshi in displeasure.
"Ah yes, you're Hoshi aren't you? The new student from Canada?" she asked. "That's the reason for no textbook." The teacher turned to a person next to Hoshi. "umm...You... share your book with Hoshi." The person complied and moved their desk next to Hoshi.
"Oh and Hoshi? You address me as "sensei". Not as ma'am," the teacher corrected.
"Yes sensei," murmured Hoshi softly. Some boy sniggered in the class. The teacher immediately riveted her attention to the chuckling boy.
"What so funny Joey?" she inquired with authority.
The boy she addressed to straightened up in his seat. Hoshi gasped, but so softly that no one could hear. Here was Joey Wheeler! One of Yugi's best friends. Hoshi immediately began scanning the classroom for any other characters from the Yugioh television show that her friend Emily raved about. There was the timid Bakura with his snowy white hair and the Millennium Ring hanging as a necklace. Also Tea Gardner, another good friend of Yugi. And Seto Kaiba who slouched in his seat and seemed to glare at the world. That was all that Hoshi recognized in her class. Joey then cleared his throat to speak.
"Well sensei, isn't Hoshi a girl's name and as you can see," here Joey pointed to Hoshi and smirked. "Hoshi is a boy."
Hoshi gaped at him then a small smile appeared on her lips. It seemed that people here weren't that observant. Of course with her brown hair cropped short up to her earlobes and cut close to the skull, people would think of Hoshi resembling a boy. Not to mention that hardly any feminine curves showed up on her face and body. But if people would take a closer look at Hoshi then they would recognize that the shape of her chin and jaw didn't have that hard boyish look to them.
"Joey Wheeler, really! I would have thought a student of mine would be more polite and observant. Hoshi is a girl as you should be able to notice," pointed out the teacher. Joey stared at the teacher then swiveled around to look at Hoshi's chest area. She blushed deeply and sunk into her chair, wanting to just melt into the floor right then.
"JOEY WHEELER!" called out sensei. "I will NOT have that kind of conduct in my class. Turn around and face the front right now."
Joey did so, but not without casting a last curious glance at Hoshi.
* * * * *
For the remainder of the day, Hoshi did quite fine. She found out that in math she was the "Math Whiz" of the class. In science she fared well, belonging to the majority of people who didn't make their chemicals blow up into their face. Unlike Tea who managed to make three small explosions in a row. During calligraphy lessons she surprisingly managed to write the characters, the same number as the number of English words she knew. She also wrote the same way as she did in writing English letters, messily. Thus getting criticized heavily by the teacher. When Hoshi had her English class, she was surprised as she didn't expect there would be one. Others seemed to struggle to say some few simple words while Hoshi of course spoke it quite fluently. When the teacher asked her to say a few simple English words for others to hear Hoshi had to repeat the phrase a few times before the teacher said with exaggerated politeness, "Thank you Hoshi, for saying it in Japanese a few hundred times before the English I wanted to hear!" Judging from this and the titters of others, Hoshi seemed to have spoken something else. Turning to Bakura sitting next to her she asked what language she spoke now and he answered, with a puzzled expression, "Japanese."
//Ahh....seems that the "high powers" made me able to speak Japanese fluently as well.// thought Hoshi as she fiddled with her pencil. //They've sure seemed to have taken care of my merging into this world. I wonder whether this place is really actually anime and all these people are just fictional characters. And I'm in a coma and for a bizarre reason my mind thought up this story. Or this place is....gulp...real and I'm being blackmailed by a spirit to go on a suicide mission.// The bell rang interrupting her thoughts.
* * * * *
Hoshi changed into a t-shirt and shorts in the girl's changing room. When she had first stepped in some girls in the process of undressing screamed as they mistook her for a boy. That was a big embarrassment for Hoshi, but managed to correct their mistake before they beat her out with sharp-toed shoes and bottles of nail polish. Sighing, she gave her runner's laces with a strong pull. Even though her boyish clothes and short hair sometimes created problems Hoshi wouldn't change them though many of her friends and relatives pestered her to do so. "It's not proper...you're soon to be a young lady...act nicely now..." were lines repeatedly stuffed into her ears. Thankfully her parents and brother didn't bother her at all about it, if they did Hoshi wouldn't have had any peace at all. For the fact that she had the likeness of a boy, she didn't act like one at all. Always quiet in school, she was the kind of person who followed the rules by the book. Only when matters concerning the kind of style Hoshi had were brought up, she became a defensive and over-reactive girl. As a friend said "A timid rabbit to a raging tiger."
Walking into the gym Hoshi noticed that all of the girls wore a short white skirt instead of the white shorts that she wore. Only the boys wore those. Tea, who was with a group of pretty girls, looked pointedly at Hoshi and giggled along with the shallow-minded females.
//Gosh. Is making fun of the new girl the way they greet people here?// wondered Hoshi disgusted. //Seems like high schools all around the world are the same.//
"Tweet!" the p.e. teacher blew in his whistle. "All right ladies and gentlemen let's start this class with some exercise. Twenty laps around this gym now!"
Everyone groaned and unwillingly began jogging. Although Hoshi was a good runner, she was more of a sprinter and halfway through she was breathing heavily as much as everyone else.
"Come on now people! Let's stretch those leg muscles! Start moving you've still got another ten laps to do!" the brawny sensei yelled. He stood there like a dark cloud, fists on his hips and his jaws rapidly gnawing at some gum.
Someone's arm jabbed painfully into Hoshi's side and caught unawares she fell with a cry. Looking up she looked up to see a black-haired boy's smirk before his face whizzed by.
"Hey runt!" sensei screamed unfeelingly. "Get up and start moving! There's to be no slacking off here! Five more laps should toughen you up from your soft Canadian upbringing!" Hoshi looked at him in disbelief.
"You heard what I said...five more laps!" he shrieked and with aching muscles she moved.
With the classmates finished and watching, she resolutely ran the extra length. The boys leaned against the wall with smirks while the girls just looked on with laughing eyes. Only Seto and Bakura had no humor on their face, Bakura with a worried frown while Seto just had a bored expression. Taking advantage of a hidden strength within she dashed through the last two laps and leaned heavily on her knees, gasping.
"Next time do it faster," ordered the muscular teacher. "Now the boys grab some basketballs and shoot some hoops while I talk with the girls." With the entertainment over everyone obeyed the him. The teacher turned his emotionless stare at Hoshi.
"And wear a skirt next time, you're a girl and the clothes code here is that girls wear skirts."
Opening her mouth Hoshi could've just said that the director allowed her to wear pants instead of the regular skirt. She could've just said a short simple sentence and avoided a dispute. Driven by her anger at the unfair treatment she was receiving she fought back.
"But I don't like wearing skirts," she answered coldly.
"What did you say runt?" growled the teacher. His arm muscles flexed dangerously. Everyone stopped in what they were doing and looked expectantly, waiting for some more amusement.
"You expect me to wear some miniskirt to p.e. class?! And here I was thinking that this school wasn't crazy enough," commented Hoshi standing her ground. "I've had it enough with you teachers already! Blabbering on about girls having to wear skirts to school. But wearing a miniskirt for p.e. just takes the cake! How can you expect us to run in comfort when we have to worry about our skirts not flapping around? It seems that we can't have any privacy for our vaginas for God's sake!!" Here some of the boys whistled.
"Are you trying to use us for your disgusting masculine plots!" Hoshi ranted on. "You seem to act like perverts and sexists! You have hardly any freedom in this damn place at all for females!"
"Runt will you shut your trap now!" bellowed the teacher.
"AND MY NAME'S NOT RUNT IT'S HOSHI!!!" she screamed.
"WELL THEN HOSHI HIT THE SHOWERS 'CAUSE YOU'VE NOW GOT DETENTION AND YOU'RE SUSPENDED FROM THIS CLASS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!!!" the mass of flesh roared.
Hoshi immediately shut up and stalked off to the girl's changing room. The gym teacher stared at her in exasperation as his body heat grew and set off waves of anger. One of the boys nudged his friend next to him.
"Should we tell her?" the boy smirked. His companion smiled and shook his head. They both looked up at the sign above the changing room which said 'Boy's room'. Everyone returned to their business then in a second deep yells and a scream came out of the Boy's room. Hoshi ran out of it in bewilderment and halted in front of everyone as they jeered and hooted at her. Face hot with mortification and usually misty brown eyes flashing brightly she tried to walk to the correct changing room with as much dignity as she could muster. After changing she hung around in the hallways waiting impatiently for the last bell to ring.
I hope to get lots of reviews for this chapter now!!! *nudge, nudge, wink, wink* And I dearly do wish you've enjoyed it. Send me a message saying what you think Hoshi's personality is like so far. And whether it's boring or not! PLEASE ANSWER MY PLEAS!!!! I beg you all. Thanks for reading!!! ;)