Legal Note: I do not own Ranma. Damnit all to hell!
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Chapter Three: Akane
I woke up the next morning to my new stuffed animals. I looked for Ranma, but he was up already. Ranma was acting weird last night. He kept blushing every time he looked at me. He told me last night that he'd teach me to swim. I may finally be able to swim this year. With that in mind I left the room for the living area where everyone, but Ranma, was eating breakfast. It was only some eggs today.
After eating I went to my room to change. I put on my new swimsuit and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good I think, but that didn't make me happy. If I look so good why doesn't Ranma think that? I mean every boy in school use to fight with me every morning in hopes of a date with me. Ranma didn't act like them. He's not gay, those magazines I had found in his room that one time proved that.
Was it because I was weak? I don't think I am. I'm the only girl besides Cologne that can beat him up. Which is weird because I'm not as good as Shampoo or Ukyo. My inability to cook or swim makes me weak. I may be good at martial arts, but I'm not in the fields that matter. I even trained my arms and legs to build up muscle so I could swim, and I failed. So I'm weak and pathetic. No wonder Ranma hates me. My training has apparently made me a macho chick, and not as cute as his other fiancées.
"Weren't you suppose to meet Ranma?" My sister Kasumi stuck her head into the room with the same clueless smile she always had. "He said he'll meet you at the pool down the street."
"Thanks Kasumi. I'm going now." Time to see what Ranma will teach me. I put on my sandals and threw my stuff into a bag leaving the house.
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Just to piss you off I put Ranma's view in the next chapter.
