by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Day 7: School (AKA the seventh layer of Hell)
For today's charming entry we are supposed to talk about school, what we like about it and what we don't like. Somehow I think the 'don't like' section will be longer, just a hunch. School, school, that necessary evil that takes up my time from early morning to late afternoon. Never mind travel time. What can I say about the place except that it is physically unattractive (typical brick and cement educational architecture), is staffed mostly by idiots (with the possible exception of the guidance secretary, the nurse and my art teacher), and costs waaaay too much for what we get out of it? *sigh*
What do I 'like' about school? Not a whole heck of a lot. I like art class… does that count? Most of the people I know probably think I would say computers… puleeze… I could TEACH what they consider the curriculum here. So basically, I'm bored. That describes most of school for me. What else do I like? I honestly can't think of anything… except maybe the fact that it gets me out of the house on those days when Brad is… well, being difficult.
What don't I like? Much easier. Okay, I already said the building isn't very nice… but there are worse ones I suppose. At least it's maintained well. I don't like most of my classes… because they bore me. I wish I could just test out of here. Oh and one of the worst requirements… phys ed. I hate phys ed. Because of my… impoverished childhood… my body is not really all that strong. I'm small, I probably won't grow all that much more if any, with little in the way of muscle, and my immune system isn't all that great. Not to mention the migraines I get as a side effect of using my powers too much. So phys ed is basically torture for me. And the locker room… does the term cruel and unusual punishment mean anything? I'm not liked… by anyone really, so they find it enjoyable to make fun of me where there are no adults supervising. I haven't showered in there in years… I don't dare. I just have this feeling something bad would happen. And you know what really sucks… I can't fight back. Because I would have to use my powers… and that is something we CANNOT do in public. Brad would kill me.
Lunch is another time when I would love to be elsewhere. If the weather is good, we can go outside… and I can find someplace quiet to hide. If it isn't nice out… we're stuck in the classroom… The teachers aren't too conscientious about policing the rooms during that time. Another excellent opportunity to pick on Nagi! Only now the girls can get in on the fun too. Let me just say… that teenaged girls are the most evil creatures on the planet! Forget hardened criminals, yakuza, other assassins… I'd cheerfully take my chances against them rather than spend an hour with the rich bitches in my class. I mean, there are one or two that are okay. But they're the shy, timid, caring types that are the other victims in the class. I usually try to just ignore them all. Eat my lunch; unless I was so tired I forgot to make it, or I'm too stressed to eat; and bury my nose in a book, usually some oversized text that most of the peons in the class couldn't even begin to comprehend. I try to ignore the tugs on my hair. The kicking of my desk and chair. The occasional stealing of my meal. The whispering, loud enough so everyone can hear. The rumors. The notes. The snide remarks… Just another day at that fun bastion of academic scholarship. -_-;;
Don't even get me started on the uniforms. What I wouldn't give for the chance to wear normal clothing? These things are highly uncomfortable. They are tailored to you so it really makes me look like a wimp (which I suppose I am, physically). And they're gray. Gray. The most boring color in the world! These things don't flatter anybody. I don't know who designed them, but they need to be picked up by the fashion police! And unfortunately, because of how much time it takes me to get to and from school… I usually end up not having a chance to change before I get sent out on whatever contract Brad has for the night. So I end up having to wear the damn thing almost all the time…
But quite possibly the most annoying thing about going to this school… is the travel time. Brad selected this school because it has an excellent reputation… they only accept the best… the top crust of society send their children there… *sigh* It just happens to be on the OTHER side of the city from where we are staying! At the time I started going there we were a little closer. But with moving to new safehouses and such… We've ended up settling on the other side of town. But Brad won't transfer me. So I end up having to ride a couple different buses for like an hour and a half (each way) to get to and from school. If I'm lucky… I might get a ride from Schu. But that is REALLY rare, since he usually isn't up anywhere close to the time I have to leave. And often neither he nor Brad is home during the day (once Schu's up that is), so when I have to go home (read when the migraines descend), it's an hour and a half before I get there. I get sent home on the average of once a month. I usually stay home one or two days a month too. The problem is I can't always tell when a migraine is going to come on. Talk about Hell. And I hate riding the buses. They're cramped… noisy… people touching you… I know it's not intentional… but I DON'T like to be touched. It's been my unfortunate experience that when people touch me, they are usually going to hurt me. There are very few individuals that I allow to freely touch me.
What else can I say about school?… The nurse knows me by name, probably not a good thing. Sometimes things intentionally get too rough in phys ed, somehow the teachers never seem to see it happen, and I end up in the nurse's office with bruises, cuts, scrapes, etc. Then too, my migraines. Luckily, all I have to do is walk in the door, and she can tell I'm getting the headache. Must show up on my face or something. She puts me on a cot and goes through the whole business of trying to call my guardian… someone else at home… the paperwork so I can leave… yadda yadda yadda… Once I was sooo bad off, SHE drove me home, cause there was no way I was going to make the trip on the bus. As I remember, Brad gave me Hell for that too, letting her see where we were living. I quite frankly, didn't give a damn. That was the worst one I've had for a long time… all I wanted was sleep. Stayed home for three days.
I haven't yet mentioned the pleasure that is our Principal. Talk about a guy who really has it in for me. I don't know what his problem is? Either he knows (or thinks he knows) something bad about me, he doesn't like Brad (read American), or he is merely an asshole in general. I don't know which. All I know is, when ever someone gets caught harassing me (and actually gets reported), the jerk brushes it off. Never once has anyone gotten punished for bothering me, if they get sent to the Principal. The few teachers who like me, have given up involving Mr. Dickhead and hand out their own punishments. Not that the perpetrators get caught all that often. And I don't squeal. That only leads to MORE harassment. So Principal Dickhead is essentially that. My life sucks so much at times. He's even managed to make ME be a fault for their harassment. Note the aforementioned reluctance to shower after phys ed… stems from the time I got tripped and accidentally kicked (about 9 times) in the showers. And somehow… it was MY fault. I ended up having to clean the entire locker room. The very same day, after school. Which meant I was REALLY late getting home. Principal Dickhead had called Brad… so then HE gave me Hell for getting in trouble. Schu yelled at me for being stupid enough to let them hurt me. And Farf… was just being Farf; he kept laughing saying it made God sad when I got in trouble. It wasn't a good day.
To sum up this lovely assignment. School is an evil thing, foisted upon me, that has little or no influence on my ability to learn or my social life. I would be infinitely happier if Brad would just let me study at home. I don't like people. I especially don't like people my age. And I would learn more on my own. I can't relate to normals. My life is too bizarre for that. As a result, they can't relate to me. That's the main problem between my classmates and me. I've LIVED, out there. I've BEEN on my own since I was four. I learned early not to trust anyone but myself. It's taken my 'family' years to reach the point where I can trust them. Teachers don't know how to handle this. They don't know the whole story, but I've had experiences no child should ever have to have. It has aged me beyond what they are equipped for. The few who I do get along with, treat me more as an adult than a child. I'm not a child. I don't think I ever have been. -Nagi