""Don't take life seriously because you can't come out of it alive."
--- Warren Miller
Isabella Faith Marie Yamaha was tenderly stroking her dear little nose. It was a good thing Mary Sues seemed to end up on top most of the time, although some tended to die a tad sooner of cancer than living to a ripe old age with the man of their choice.
Hang it. Cancer. It was a most troubling thought. Her efforts would be completely wasted if she only died in the end. But Isabella was an optimistic person, and she was very good at the selective memory sort of thing.
And anyway, the day had not been a completely wasted one. She'd met Sendoh, Rukawa, Akagi, and Mitsui so far. And she had seen Mitsui naked. Which was something not many Slam Dunk fans got to see on a regular basis.
The rock she was sitting on gave an alarming creak, and she lurched forward into the sand. It was a waste, she thought, to leave the rock just sitting there like an eyesore. So she lugged it home with her superhuman strength.
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"But Ms Yamaha, where on earth are we going to put it? We might as well throw it away."
"No," Isabella said slowly, as if talking to an idiot, "We have a ROCK garden on the roof top garden. Put it to socialise with its kind!"
The security guard submitted, and nearly crushed his feet in the attempts to get it up the stairs.
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The following day started off on an optimistic note. She wasn't late, she came to class looking hot, and one guy asked for her number (albeit because he thought she was Akiko, whoever she was. Anyway, she'd given him her own number.)
And she had had the most brilliant plan in the world plotted. Or was it the most brilliant plot she'd planned? She wasn't sure, but anyway, it was brilliant, and she'd thought about it all last night. Since aloof didn't seem to be working too good, she'd go for innocent and sweet and kind.
So she kindly photostated her notes for Rukawa and left them on his desk. (Of course, after that the whole class 'borrowed' the copies and made copies too)
She'd sweetly smiled at him and blushed everytime he turned his head to face her. (although he happened to still be sleeping)
She'd even stuck up for him when the teacher threatened to whack his head with a newspaper. (She'd given the teacher a brilliant, winsome smile, and distracted him with her sparkly teeth)
The day passed all too quickly for her liking, and before she knew it, she'd had to drag her (right then cornflower blue) eyes away from Rukawa's very sexily messed up hair, and put her eyes on her teacher, who could not be sexy simply because he had no hair left.
"Before you all go, I would like to commend Yamaha for her generous spirit. Not every student would bother to photostat 27 copies of notes for her fellow students."
A polite round of clapping followed.
"And Yamaha, please stay back after class, I have a few words for you."
Isabella was gleeful, Rukawa had just woken up in time to hear about her generous spirit.
His icky drool was actually in his hair, which was gross, but she supposed she'd have to get used to it, since she wanted to be exchanging saliva with him on a regular basis.
Then there was a usual stampede, and a gleeful Isabella went to talk to the teacher.
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"Please, please, take a seat." the teacher gesticulated wildly toward a chair.
"Yamaha, before we begin, I was just wondering... Could I call you Isabella?" The teacher put his hand on her knee.
Eww. Gross.
On the other hand, it might just be the time to practice her refusal speech, you know, the one for refusing all the guys since her heart belonged to only one.
Unfortunately, the teacher didn't seem to want to take 'No' for an answer.
Fortunately, at that moment, a guy came in.
Unfortunately, he thought he was interrupting a usual teacher student talk, and went back out.
Fortunately, the guy's rather slow brain turned on, and he walked back in.
And the teacher hastily got up and ran. He knew not to get on the wrong side of this guy.
"Hey, you okay?"
Oh yes, Isabella was more than okay. Here she was looking at Sakuragi, a really underappreciated hottie, and he wasn't naked, or like a wall, or asleep and dead to the world, or worried about her mental state.
Hell, yeah, she was okay.
"Oh! You SAVED me from that HORRIBLE teacher!" she fluttered her eyelashes becomingly.
"Nyhaha.. Well, I guess I did, didn't I?" he rubbed his head, looking pleased.
"Oh you MUST be a basketball man. You're so strong!"
"Nyhaha! I am! I am the Sakuragi Hanamichi! One and only tensai of basketball!"
"You just HAVE to show me where you play! It's so... (flutterflutter) ... cool!"
It was actually a well known fact that Sakuragi Hanamichi happened to be thick in the skull. It accounted for the fact that he missed her advances and also, brought her to the gym.
I have absolutely no idea why I am uploading this. Maybe to get more reviews. It is tres possible, that.
Only I think the general idea is to give adequate space in between to intrigue your readers (this sounds an awful lot like the general manner of chasing Rukawa), but of all my many virtues, patience is not featured.
Maybe I should say something like "give me 50 reviews or I shan't continue", only you might not cooperate and then where would I be. It's an awful unfair world that does not allow one to threaten and get away with it.