Chapter 2: Not Like Other Models
The next morning I woke up a blinding yellow ray of light hitting my eyes.
The sun was out beaming down, without a cloud in the sky.
It looked pretty hot outside so I grabbed a tan sleeveless shirt, Capri's, and a bandana. I stuffed my breakfast down my throat nearly choking to death. It was like my mouth forgot how to operate correctly.
So I dashed off to school arriving a little earlier than usual. I looked round for my friends. What caught my eye was Liz, or whatever her name, dressed, well. not like all the other girls. She had on a blue bandana, a red shirt reading '2 reckless to live, 2 young to die,' and jeans.
I went over to her.
"Sup Kouji?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Don't ask. So sup boy?"
"What does it look like?"
"Never mind, forget it."
"You're Liz right?"
"Yeah"
"Last night-"
"Yup"
"I didn't even ask my question."
"I already knew what you were going to ask. You were going to say did that actually happen last night and the answer is yes."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw James run over. He was the jock that hated me like a ton of other people at our school. And of course I hated him right back, soo what can I say?
"Hi," James said addressing Liz. He was trying to do the tough look but it wasn't working out for him.
"Err.can I help you?"
"The others over there say you're Liz Cho, the model. Is it true?"
"Yes and your point?"
"I'm James Derrière. I'm Captain of the football team." I rolled my eyes. I guess the piggy eyed boy saw me. "You'll soon find out some people here are better than others. I can steer you in the right direction." I gave me a meaningful look literally saying 'I'm talking about you."
Liz scoffed. "No thanks. I can tell the wrong sort myself. And have I got news for you, everywhere you go, not just here, there are kind, selfless people; those that feel lost; those that think they're all that; and jack asses." She turned her back on him her eyes narrowed to an extent where you could barely see them.
I was trying my best not to laugh. It felt as though my ribs were cracking.
James put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She slapped his hand off. "Bug off freak. Get what I'm saying or do I have to say it in thirteen other languages for you to understand?" She turned her head quickly and whipped his eyes. His eyes started to water and it looked like he was about to cry.
The boy went back to the cheerleaders literally crying, tail between his legs. Bad example, whatever.
The bell rang and we headed to class.
~Liz's POV~ As I walked down the hall way everyone was starring at me. It happened at every school I've been to. But I still want to say to everybody 'Quit starrin and mind you own freakin business.'
I first had pre-algebra with goggle boy. Then I had Science and so on. The school day ended with PE for me. Hold up, I'm jumping ahead.
K. before PE, as I was walking down the hall James, or whatever, I mean I really don't give a dam what his name is, anyway he tried to make a move on me. He was blocking my path and at first I tried being polite.
"Would you kindly get out of my way," I kind of hissed my words, but what do you expect?
"No can do."
"And why is that?"
My temper was getting harder to handle and I just wanted to start yelling at him. It was soo tempting to punch him like a punching bag. Grr. my anger raged within me as I said those words.
"Because I don't exactly feel like it."
"That the worst excuse I've ever heard! Now get out of my way or else!" Now I was about to explode like a volcano. I held in my temper and now it has to come out and that stupid, pathetic boy bothers me.
"Or else what?" Now he was teasing me. Has anyone ever taught him it's a bad idea to tease someone when they're in a bad mood?
To make matters worse, on his account not mine, he grabbed me around the waist as I was about to go find another route. My immediate reaction was to step on his foot, kick his shin and elbow as hard as I could. He rolled on the floor in pain and I scoffed at his pettiness.
"Why don't you go cry home to your mama," I snapped. I walked over him and headed toward the gym.
K. Right now I'm in this crummy martial arts class. All the girls aren't really attending, they're just sitting on the pillars watching the instructor, well not really, more like gossiping.
Me? I'm hanging out with Kouji. The teacher tried to get me not to do the lesson. He set out on an impossible mission.
Well I got what I asked for. See the teacher taught James what he calls martial arts. So I opened my big mouth and ended up saying, "I could go up against any of these guys and win." We'll see in a second how badly I beat this guy up. Captain football is about to become the boy that got beat up by a girl.
~Kouji's POV~ Right now Liz is out on the mats going against James. I have no comment on who's going to win. James bowed curiously while Liz jerked her head irritably not taking her narrow eyes off her opponent.
James attacked first doing a kick in mid-air. Liz put out her fore arm and pushed him the other way. He fell on his ass.
As Liz held him down the coach counted gradually and James flips Liz over on her stomach. She used her leg to kick his head and rolls away. She flips up off the ground ready once again.
Well it keeps going on like that and in the end Liz wins. People everywhere are gossiping on what just happened.
As Liz walks toward me James, the soar loser, yelled out, "What type of model are you? Beating people up."
"Well I'm not prissy like all the others."
"You dress all nice in pictures but-"
"They're photos you idiot. Besides, haven't you ever noticed? I don't wear dresses like most models."
"Most models-"
"I'm not like most models. Most models would cry if they broke a fingernail or if they don't get what they want when they want it. They're soo prissy it's messed up. They're worse than you gossiping cheerleaders." She snapped her head back to make her point and the talking stopped at that moment. "So I'll say it again for the millionth time, I'm not like other models." Then she turned and strolled away from him filled with annoyance and rage.
It looked pretty hot outside so I grabbed a tan sleeveless shirt, Capri's, and a bandana. I stuffed my breakfast down my throat nearly choking to death. It was like my mouth forgot how to operate correctly.
So I dashed off to school arriving a little earlier than usual. I looked round for my friends. What caught my eye was Liz, or whatever her name, dressed, well. not like all the other girls. She had on a blue bandana, a red shirt reading '2 reckless to live, 2 young to die,' and jeans.
I went over to her.
"Sup Kouji?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Don't ask. So sup boy?"
"What does it look like?"
"Never mind, forget it."
"You're Liz right?"
"Yeah"
"Last night-"
"Yup"
"I didn't even ask my question."
"I already knew what you were going to ask. You were going to say did that actually happen last night and the answer is yes."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw James run over. He was the jock that hated me like a ton of other people at our school. And of course I hated him right back, soo what can I say?
"Hi," James said addressing Liz. He was trying to do the tough look but it wasn't working out for him.
"Err.can I help you?"
"The others over there say you're Liz Cho, the model. Is it true?"
"Yes and your point?"
"I'm James Derrière. I'm Captain of the football team." I rolled my eyes. I guess the piggy eyed boy saw me. "You'll soon find out some people here are better than others. I can steer you in the right direction." I gave me a meaningful look literally saying 'I'm talking about you."
Liz scoffed. "No thanks. I can tell the wrong sort myself. And have I got news for you, everywhere you go, not just here, there are kind, selfless people; those that feel lost; those that think they're all that; and jack asses." She turned her back on him her eyes narrowed to an extent where you could barely see them.
I was trying my best not to laugh. It felt as though my ribs were cracking.
James put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She slapped his hand off. "Bug off freak. Get what I'm saying or do I have to say it in thirteen other languages for you to understand?" She turned her head quickly and whipped his eyes. His eyes started to water and it looked like he was about to cry.
The boy went back to the cheerleaders literally crying, tail between his legs. Bad example, whatever.
The bell rang and we headed to class.
~Liz's POV~ As I walked down the hall way everyone was starring at me. It happened at every school I've been to. But I still want to say to everybody 'Quit starrin and mind you own freakin business.'
I first had pre-algebra with goggle boy. Then I had Science and so on. The school day ended with PE for me. Hold up, I'm jumping ahead.
K. before PE, as I was walking down the hall James, or whatever, I mean I really don't give a dam what his name is, anyway he tried to make a move on me. He was blocking my path and at first I tried being polite.
"Would you kindly get out of my way," I kind of hissed my words, but what do you expect?
"No can do."
"And why is that?"
My temper was getting harder to handle and I just wanted to start yelling at him. It was soo tempting to punch him like a punching bag. Grr. my anger raged within me as I said those words.
"Because I don't exactly feel like it."
"That the worst excuse I've ever heard! Now get out of my way or else!" Now I was about to explode like a volcano. I held in my temper and now it has to come out and that stupid, pathetic boy bothers me.
"Or else what?" Now he was teasing me. Has anyone ever taught him it's a bad idea to tease someone when they're in a bad mood?
To make matters worse, on his account not mine, he grabbed me around the waist as I was about to go find another route. My immediate reaction was to step on his foot, kick his shin and elbow as hard as I could. He rolled on the floor in pain and I scoffed at his pettiness.
"Why don't you go cry home to your mama," I snapped. I walked over him and headed toward the gym.
K. Right now I'm in this crummy martial arts class. All the girls aren't really attending, they're just sitting on the pillars watching the instructor, well not really, more like gossiping.
Me? I'm hanging out with Kouji. The teacher tried to get me not to do the lesson. He set out on an impossible mission.
Well I got what I asked for. See the teacher taught James what he calls martial arts. So I opened my big mouth and ended up saying, "I could go up against any of these guys and win." We'll see in a second how badly I beat this guy up. Captain football is about to become the boy that got beat up by a girl.
~Kouji's POV~ Right now Liz is out on the mats going against James. I have no comment on who's going to win. James bowed curiously while Liz jerked her head irritably not taking her narrow eyes off her opponent.
James attacked first doing a kick in mid-air. Liz put out her fore arm and pushed him the other way. He fell on his ass.
As Liz held him down the coach counted gradually and James flips Liz over on her stomach. She used her leg to kick his head and rolls away. She flips up off the ground ready once again.
Well it keeps going on like that and in the end Liz wins. People everywhere are gossiping on what just happened.
As Liz walks toward me James, the soar loser, yelled out, "What type of model are you? Beating people up."
"Well I'm not prissy like all the others."
"You dress all nice in pictures but-"
"They're photos you idiot. Besides, haven't you ever noticed? I don't wear dresses like most models."
"Most models-"
"I'm not like most models. Most models would cry if they broke a fingernail or if they don't get what they want when they want it. They're soo prissy it's messed up. They're worse than you gossiping cheerleaders." She snapped her head back to make her point and the talking stopped at that moment. "So I'll say it again for the millionth time, I'm not like other models." Then she turned and strolled away from him filled with annoyance and rage.
