Chapter Two! Whoohoo!
Sadako had come home with piles of clothing, cosmetics, and accessories. Her mother was a scientist and her father was a doctor. A.K.A, BIG CASH TO SPEND ON MEANINGLESS CRAP! So lucky. She looked at all of her outfits. How the hell do I pick one?, she wondered.
She picked up her headphones and Walkman. Inside was a pirated Good Charlotte CD she made. Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous blared loudly as she turned the bass up. After that played, she listened to Utada Hikaru's Simple and Clean.
"As I was saying," she said to herself. She walked over to an outfit that looked quite nice. A red and black striped top, deep indigo denim jeans, and sturdy, black ballet shoes. Paired up with her opaque, deep red lipgloss, black eyeshadow, and her hair styled a bit, it would look nice. A very bold introduction of her to her new classmates, but ah, who gives.
She decided to go to bed early. It was 10:00, and she had only gotten home from shopping a half hour ago. She daydreamt in her head. There would be new boys for potential crushes (she knew that she wouldn't get a boyfriend), and girls for potential friends. Man, Billy and Joel are cute out of Good Charlotte…she thought, as her brain soundlessly shifted to sleep mode.
When she awoke, everything was the same. At 5:00 A.M., she still had three hours to get prepared. She walked into her private bathroom. After cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, waterpik-ing her teeth, scraping her tongue, and applying moisturizer and antiperspirant, she walked back into her bedroom. The outfit she had chose from the night before still lay on the bureau. She slipped on the outfit excitedly. After slightly curling two front pieces of her hair, she applied her makeup.
"All ready," she whispered to her image in the mirror. She stared for a moment. She saw the anticipation in her eyes, her nervousness creating a delightful aura that glowed upon her skin, and the determination of making a good impression today was firmly implanted in her mind.
"SADAKO! WANT TO HAVE BREAKFAST?" shouted her mother from downstairs, perfectly ruining the moment.
"Nah, mom." Sadako called back. She was much too nervous to eat. She picked up her backpack, all black and emblazoned with a red star on it. The digital clock beside her bed read 6:45. I hate when there's still lots of time left before going to something I really want to go to!, she thought. Then again, I hate when I have very little time to get there.
She decided to watch television until 7:50, which was when she wanted to leave for school. She picked up the remote. As she flipped the channels, she found an episode of Jenny Jones. A large girl on the screen had faint tear streaks running down her ivory cheeks. "Yes, Jenny, I do want to change tha way I am, but I don' got no money for surgery or nothin'." She said, her leopard print top chafing her full figure.
Sadako decided to watch, and watch, and watch. At 7:30, the show ended, and all the girl was given was a slimming outfit and some makeup. What the hell? They couldn't even splurge for a gastric-bypass? Damn them.
Sadako wished that she could lose weight, but she couldn't even try until she had been on her medication for 6 months. She had only been on it for 3 months.
Sadako walked downstairs. With twenty more minutes to burn, she decided to play the family's baby grand piano. The dining room where it sat was illuminated by the dawn's light. The piano was glossy and beautiful. She gently lifted her hands and rested them on the beginning keys of Canon. As her fingers sprang lightly from key to key, she gained confidence. She loved playing the piano. It allowed her to be beautiful, in some aspect. The music was extraordinary, at least. She stroked the keys hesitantly on the final few notes, then decided to play F'ur Elise. She delicately began to waver between the black and white key. It reminded her of the racist way of choosing friends back at Centre Wellington. She stopped playing and sat in thought for a few moments. She got up from the bench and looked at the clock. Only 7:40. She sat down and waited. Waited, until the clock struck 7:50.
"Mom!" called Sadako, anticipation blending with her voice. "It's time to go." She smiled unsurely.
They got into the silver Lexus. Sadako wondered if anyone would really notice this car. She wondered if they were racist. She wondered if there was anyone else with hypothyroid. Good Charlotte's song lyrics rang in her head. "If they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoes, I think they'd stumble and they'd fall." She smiled. Someone understood.
Finally, the car stopped in front of Degrassi. The butterflies were having a friggin' rave party in Sadako's stomach. She said goodbye, and walked outside. Cliques, couples, even loners were all gathered together. Oh, shit. What the hell do I do know? I can't go with anyone, and standing around alone will make me look retarded. Luckily, the bell rang.
Sadako walked inside. The crowds bustled along, the teachers quickly scampered around, observing the behavior and Sadako was in a whirlwind of confusion. Whee! She finally walked into the office, as her mother had instructed her to. It was quite obvious it was the office, because the word, "Office." was imprinted on the door. A woman who looked friendly, yet very heavily made-up, looked up at Sadako. She lowered her glasses, which were suspended by a silver chain.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling.
"Hi. My name is Sadako Mei, I'm a new student to Degrassi. I was wondering if I could have my schedule?" she asked, smiling back.
"Oh, yes. We have a student guide for you, as well."
"Okay." Sadako was a bit saddened. School wouldn't be an independent adventure. And she'd probably get some bitchy, preppy girl who would ignore her and be quite nonchalant the whole day. DAMNIT.
"Would Sadako Mei's guide please come to the office?" the secretary called over the P.A.. She then sat down and continued doing work, so Sadako just hung around the counter/desk. I can't wait for preppy bitch to come, lalala., thought Sadako.
A boy walked through the door. He had black hair, Italian looks, and was looking expectant of something.
"Marco?" asked the secretary.
"Yes?" he asked happily.
"Could you take these to room 102?" she asked. He took the papers and nodded. "Thanks." She said.
(Ed. Note: Haha, fooled you.)
Another boy walked in. "Hey," he said. "Are you Sadako?" he asked Sadako.
"Hi. Yeah, I'm Sadako." She said. "Are you my guide?" she said, heavy with nervousness.
"Yep, I'm Craig." He smiled, and extended his hand. She shook, and grinned. Wow, he's not staring at my stomach or anything, and he's being so friendly. Oh, duhr, and he's cute, she thought.
"They picked me to be your guide because we basically have the same schedule…except for gym, because, um… you'd go to a different locker room, obviously." He blushed.
Sadako softly giggled and nodded. He then gestured for her to leave. She followed obediently.
Welp, end of chapter two, which I only wrote because Bren wanted me to, and Bren is an awesome and creative writer.
P.S., Somegrlwhowrites, you are an incompetent fool. You only said my story was a Mary Sue because I stunned everyone by calling your (OBVIOUSLY) story a Mary Sue. Come on, a crack whore mother, moves to Degrassi, pretty, rebel, says no to all offers from boys…whoohoo, Mary Sue!
And there is a special section of the chapter: Hate mail bashing. Yay!
Somegrlwhowrites was walking innocently through the hallways. She was walking with the posture of an arrogant model. Spinner tripped her, Craig spit on her, Sean threw a rock at her, Jimmy called her a bitch, J.T. kicked her, Toby sat on her, and Marco stole her shoe and set it on fire. Then she was dumped in a trash can, where the dead body of her little alter-ego, Rae Aerostall, lay. The end.
Sadako had come home with piles of clothing, cosmetics, and accessories. Her mother was a scientist and her father was a doctor. A.K.A, BIG CASH TO SPEND ON MEANINGLESS CRAP! So lucky. She looked at all of her outfits. How the hell do I pick one?, she wondered.
She picked up her headphones and Walkman. Inside was a pirated Good Charlotte CD she made. Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous blared loudly as she turned the bass up. After that played, she listened to Utada Hikaru's Simple and Clean.
"As I was saying," she said to herself. She walked over to an outfit that looked quite nice. A red and black striped top, deep indigo denim jeans, and sturdy, black ballet shoes. Paired up with her opaque, deep red lipgloss, black eyeshadow, and her hair styled a bit, it would look nice. A very bold introduction of her to her new classmates, but ah, who gives.
She decided to go to bed early. It was 10:00, and she had only gotten home from shopping a half hour ago. She daydreamt in her head. There would be new boys for potential crushes (she knew that she wouldn't get a boyfriend), and girls for potential friends. Man, Billy and Joel are cute out of Good Charlotte…she thought, as her brain soundlessly shifted to sleep mode.
When she awoke, everything was the same. At 5:00 A.M., she still had three hours to get prepared. She walked into her private bathroom. After cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, waterpik-ing her teeth, scraping her tongue, and applying moisturizer and antiperspirant, she walked back into her bedroom. The outfit she had chose from the night before still lay on the bureau. She slipped on the outfit excitedly. After slightly curling two front pieces of her hair, she applied her makeup.
"All ready," she whispered to her image in the mirror. She stared for a moment. She saw the anticipation in her eyes, her nervousness creating a delightful aura that glowed upon her skin, and the determination of making a good impression today was firmly implanted in her mind.
"SADAKO! WANT TO HAVE BREAKFAST?" shouted her mother from downstairs, perfectly ruining the moment.
"Nah, mom." Sadako called back. She was much too nervous to eat. She picked up her backpack, all black and emblazoned with a red star on it. The digital clock beside her bed read 6:45. I hate when there's still lots of time left before going to something I really want to go to!, she thought. Then again, I hate when I have very little time to get there.
She decided to watch television until 7:50, which was when she wanted to leave for school. She picked up the remote. As she flipped the channels, she found an episode of Jenny Jones. A large girl on the screen had faint tear streaks running down her ivory cheeks. "Yes, Jenny, I do want to change tha way I am, but I don' got no money for surgery or nothin'." She said, her leopard print top chafing her full figure.
Sadako decided to watch, and watch, and watch. At 7:30, the show ended, and all the girl was given was a slimming outfit and some makeup. What the hell? They couldn't even splurge for a gastric-bypass? Damn them.
Sadako wished that she could lose weight, but she couldn't even try until she had been on her medication for 6 months. She had only been on it for 3 months.
Sadako walked downstairs. With twenty more minutes to burn, she decided to play the family's baby grand piano. The dining room where it sat was illuminated by the dawn's light. The piano was glossy and beautiful. She gently lifted her hands and rested them on the beginning keys of Canon. As her fingers sprang lightly from key to key, she gained confidence. She loved playing the piano. It allowed her to be beautiful, in some aspect. The music was extraordinary, at least. She stroked the keys hesitantly on the final few notes, then decided to play F'ur Elise. She delicately began to waver between the black and white key. It reminded her of the racist way of choosing friends back at Centre Wellington. She stopped playing and sat in thought for a few moments. She got up from the bench and looked at the clock. Only 7:40. She sat down and waited. Waited, until the clock struck 7:50.
"Mom!" called Sadako, anticipation blending with her voice. "It's time to go." She smiled unsurely.
They got into the silver Lexus. Sadako wondered if anyone would really notice this car. She wondered if they were racist. She wondered if there was anyone else with hypothyroid. Good Charlotte's song lyrics rang in her head. "If they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoes, I think they'd stumble and they'd fall." She smiled. Someone understood.
Finally, the car stopped in front of Degrassi. The butterflies were having a friggin' rave party in Sadako's stomach. She said goodbye, and walked outside. Cliques, couples, even loners were all gathered together. Oh, shit. What the hell do I do know? I can't go with anyone, and standing around alone will make me look retarded. Luckily, the bell rang.
Sadako walked inside. The crowds bustled along, the teachers quickly scampered around, observing the behavior and Sadako was in a whirlwind of confusion. Whee! She finally walked into the office, as her mother had instructed her to. It was quite obvious it was the office, because the word, "Office." was imprinted on the door. A woman who looked friendly, yet very heavily made-up, looked up at Sadako. She lowered her glasses, which were suspended by a silver chain.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling.
"Hi. My name is Sadako Mei, I'm a new student to Degrassi. I was wondering if I could have my schedule?" she asked, smiling back.
"Oh, yes. We have a student guide for you, as well."
"Okay." Sadako was a bit saddened. School wouldn't be an independent adventure. And she'd probably get some bitchy, preppy girl who would ignore her and be quite nonchalant the whole day. DAMNIT.
"Would Sadako Mei's guide please come to the office?" the secretary called over the P.A.. She then sat down and continued doing work, so Sadako just hung around the counter/desk. I can't wait for preppy bitch to come, lalala., thought Sadako.
A boy walked through the door. He had black hair, Italian looks, and was looking expectant of something.
"Marco?" asked the secretary.
"Yes?" he asked happily.
"Could you take these to room 102?" she asked. He took the papers and nodded. "Thanks." She said.
(Ed. Note: Haha, fooled you.)
Another boy walked in. "Hey," he said. "Are you Sadako?" he asked Sadako.
"Hi. Yeah, I'm Sadako." She said. "Are you my guide?" she said, heavy with nervousness.
"Yep, I'm Craig." He smiled, and extended his hand. She shook, and grinned. Wow, he's not staring at my stomach or anything, and he's being so friendly. Oh, duhr, and he's cute, she thought.
"They picked me to be your guide because we basically have the same schedule…except for gym, because, um… you'd go to a different locker room, obviously." He blushed.
Sadako softly giggled and nodded. He then gestured for her to leave. She followed obediently.
Welp, end of chapter two, which I only wrote because Bren wanted me to, and Bren is an awesome and creative writer.
P.S., Somegrlwhowrites, you are an incompetent fool. You only said my story was a Mary Sue because I stunned everyone by calling your (OBVIOUSLY) story a Mary Sue. Come on, a crack whore mother, moves to Degrassi, pretty, rebel, says no to all offers from boys…whoohoo, Mary Sue!
And there is a special section of the chapter: Hate mail bashing. Yay!
Somegrlwhowrites was walking innocently through the hallways. She was walking with the posture of an arrogant model. Spinner tripped her, Craig spit on her, Sean threw a rock at her, Jimmy called her a bitch, J.T. kicked her, Toby sat on her, and Marco stole her shoe and set it on fire. Then she was dumped in a trash can, where the dead body of her little alter-ego, Rae Aerostall, lay. The end.