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fanfiction. So there.
"What?"Chihiro asks, undoing the black ribbon in her hair.
"Why is it that you never have a boyfriend?" Mitsuko turns from the mirror in her gym locker, her lipstick poised over her lips. "You're smart, pretty, and nice, and there's gotta be boys you're interested in, right?"
"I'm just not that interested in dating, I guess," Chihiro replies. She unties the ribbon at her collar, looking to make sure her gym bloomers are still in her locker. "My studies are more important to me...I want to go to Tokyo U."
"Wow, really?" Mitsuko pulls her shirt over her head, throwing it into her locker. "That's quite an aspiration. Why do you want to go there? Shichikokoyama College is a lot closer. That's where most of us are going to end up."
"I know," Chihiro replies, unbuttoning her vest. She hangs it carefully on the hook. "But I just want to get away. My parents have been really argumentative lately, and my mother has been really hard on me lately." Chihiro sighs, undoing her buttons. "I make good grades, and I stay out of trouble, but it's never enough for her."
"Tough break," Mitsuko agrees. "Daddy's happy when I pass." She pulls her gym shirt on. "You sound bitter, you guys just get into a fight or something?"
Chihiro nods. "Just this morning. I got an eighty-ninth percentile on the last English test we took, and she says that there's no way colleges are going to seriously consider students who make below ninety-fifth percentiles." Chihiro sighs. "I tried to tell her that it was a bad test, but she said colleges won't know when somethings a bad test--I'll just have to try harder."
Mitsuko makes a choking motion with her hands on her throat. "Jesus. What a hardass." She glances over at Chihiro, and something catches her eye. "Where'd you get that tie in your hair, Chihiro? It's pretty."
Chihiro absently puts a hand to the base of her ponytail. "Is it purple?"
"Yep."
"I got it such a long time ago," Chihiro says, "I don't even remember where. It seems like some one gave it to me....but..."Chihiro stares at the door of the locker. "I can't remember who it was."
"S'okay. Hey, hurry up and get dressed, you know how bitchy the gym teacher gets if your late."
"True." Chihiro folds her shirt neatly and places it on her locker shelf.
"What?"Chihiro asks, undoing the black ribbon in her hair.
"Why is it that you never have a boyfriend?" Mitsuko turns from the mirror in her gym locker, her lipstick poised over her lips. "You're smart, pretty, and nice, and there's gotta be boys you're interested in, right?"
"I'm just not that interested in dating, I guess," Chihiro replies. She unties the ribbon at her collar, looking to make sure her gym bloomers are still in her locker. "My studies are more important to me...I want to go to Tokyo U."
"Wow, really?" Mitsuko pulls her shirt over her head, throwing it into her locker. "That's quite an aspiration. Why do you want to go there? Shichikokoyama College is a lot closer. That's where most of us are going to end up."
"I know," Chihiro replies, unbuttoning her vest. She hangs it carefully on the hook. "But I just want to get away. My parents have been really argumentative lately, and my mother has been really hard on me lately." Chihiro sighs, undoing her buttons. "I make good grades, and I stay out of trouble, but it's never enough for her."
"Tough break," Mitsuko agrees. "Daddy's happy when I pass." She pulls her gym shirt on. "You sound bitter, you guys just get into a fight or something?"
Chihiro nods. "Just this morning. I got an eighty-ninth percentile on the last English test we took, and she says that there's no way colleges are going to seriously consider students who make below ninety-fifth percentiles." Chihiro sighs. "I tried to tell her that it was a bad test, but she said colleges won't know when somethings a bad test--I'll just have to try harder."
Mitsuko makes a choking motion with her hands on her throat. "Jesus. What a hardass." She glances over at Chihiro, and something catches her eye. "Where'd you get that tie in your hair, Chihiro? It's pretty."
Chihiro absently puts a hand to the base of her ponytail. "Is it purple?"
"Yep."
"I got it such a long time ago," Chihiro says, "I don't even remember where. It seems like some one gave it to me....but..."Chihiro stares at the door of the locker. "I can't remember who it was."
"S'okay. Hey, hurry up and get dressed, you know how bitchy the gym teacher gets if your late."
"True." Chihiro folds her shirt neatly and places it on her locker shelf.