A/N: Gee, has it really been THAT long since I updated? Eh, well here it is, whether you like it or not is totally up to you.
I own nothing.
Warnings: Fight! Fight!
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I scoffed then. Isn't that a neat word? "What, is he some self-proclaimed demonic judge born to kill us all?"
"He's this raver who silently broods and doesn't talk to many people. He's REALLY smart, but he's always giving the teachers hell. He also knows how to fight."
"So do I."
"Not just street fighting either."
"I've been taking martial arts lessons since I was a kid. He shouldn't be a problem." Lunch sighed and started fixing her red bandana. "Didn't they outlaw those because of gangs?"
"Maybe in Canada and USA...not here though." Lunch tied the piece of fabric tightly behind her long, fluffy blue hair. "You know...he'd probably be a lot less moody if he had a girlfriend."
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So...there I was, opening the front doors of the school, getting ready to step out onto the lush green grass screaming "FREEDOM!" when I was rudely pulled back by my hair. Acting on instinct, I threw my body forward, which I failed to remember would propel whoever was holding onto my pale locks to a rather close encounter with the strong doors.
WHAM!
I got up quickly, and I knew the worst thing that could happen to me was, well...jail I suppose, but then I saw that it was Maron and I had to try and keep my laughter in. I was doing pretty well, which was good - because half of the student body had frozen in their tracks at the sight of the blue-haired girl's prone body on the cold floor. I figured I should stay, since there was bound to be a vice-principal coming around or someone.
To my surprise, Maron had lifted herself off the ground without help from anyone else. Her eyes looked like she was ready to tear me apart. Her body looked like she was going to pass out.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Hey, you started the whole thing." She did! She was the one who pulled my hair and yanked my head back. If anyone is stupid enough to do that to someone who's been taking martial arts lessons since they were little, they frickin' deserve to get hurt.
"Trying to make time with my Krillin!" Oh. THAT explained a few things.
"Please. You can keep him." I was bored already with the way things were going. Taking the time to look at my nails REALLY must have pissed the girl off, because she charged at me (not even running in a straight line) screaming like a banshee. Being the expert I am - what? So I'm bragging a little. DEAL with it, sheesh. Anyways, back to the 'fight', if you can call it that, with Maron. I simply stepped out of the way and watched her trip over her flip flops. It was sad, really it was.
"What is going ON around here?" There, finally was a vice-principal, her dyed blond hair not quite reaching the roots, where a blackish brown creeped in. Her bright green contacts made her wide eyes look evil, and she had a hook-like nose that reminded students of a Hallowe'en witch.
"Catfight. Those two." Wow, whoever had said that really knew how to point out the obvious. Sadly, I didn't know the guy, or I would've slapped him. Well, I would've slapped him anyways, but you just don't do that when a scary-looking vice-principal is screeching at the top of her lungs.
"Both of you GET in my office RIGHT NOW!!"
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After getting screamed at by Mrs. McBane for half an hour, Maron and I were exhausted. It was a lot of work conditioning your ears to that kind of noise. Sure, you could go to rock concerts, but that was GOOD noise. This wasn't.
"...and if I EVER see EITHER of you pull this stunt AGAIN," I found the way she accented her words amusing, and had to keep my mental snickering inside my head. "WHAT DID YOU SAY JUUHACHI?"
"I didn't say anything." This teacher, though fierce looking, was paranoid beyond belief. I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder. It turned out to be Maron, fast asleep and beyond caring. Just my luck, Juuana was peeking in the door.
"Gee sis, I didn't know you swung that way! I'll admit it, I was wrong...you don't want to be like the popular girls, you just want them." Being the caring, loving, twin sister that I am, I shot out of that room and tore after my brother like a bat out of hell, intent on causing some permanent damage. I ran through the whole school trying to catch up to him, and when I did, it was in my science classroom. Hmm...wouldn't it be neat if I could somehow clamp Juuana to the ceiling...
It ended up that I could, and that (as well as defending myself against the bimbo from the black lagoon) added up to a three day suspension. The teachers didn't manage to get Juuana down very quickly either, and Uncle just laughed his ass off when he saw him. Yes, I am the favoured child. It's because I'm a girl, and I'm ruthless, and I'm chaste...everything my brother isn't.
That night after dinner, my Uncle TRIED to lecture me about how I wasn't supposed to use scientific equipment to pin my brother onto the ceiling, and Juuana certainly liked to put in his side of the story, which was completely fabricated and only made the hole he was digging for himself deeper.
"It was a learning experience, as well as lots of exercise. Plus I had a vendetta to fill."
"Vendettas are Italian-based. Our family is German and Japanese." said Uncle, opening the newspaper to a different page.
"I still can't believe you fucking bolted me by my clothes to the ceiling. You have no idea how much those pants cost me."
"I'm guessing 70-80 dollars, judging by how high your screams were. You're such a pansy! Plus you were stupid and wasted all your energy running away from me, and then you couldn't fight back. Therefore I've justified myself."
"What did he do?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Bullshit, he accused me of lesbianism with the ugliest bitch in the district! Hell, if I was GOING to get into that type of thing, I'd pick someone who actually looked good and had a brain."
"Maybe he's jealous that you got to her first." Uncle snickered as Juuana started pitching a fit. I laughed outright. Especially since he was turning red, which meant he DID like Maron. Sometimes I'm not sure how we're even related...
~*~
It was day two of suspension time, and I was busy unpacking just about ALL of our junk. I didn't really have a choice in the matter; Uncle said it was to teach me to think about what I did before I went ahead and did it. The stupid bitch pulled MY hair first. Hell, at that point I had decided that when I got back into the school, I'd grab Krillin and just start making out with him in the middle of the hallway, just to piss her off. The absurdity of THAT scenario dawned on me moments later. Hey, I just sounded smart there! Hah! Who knows, maybe I will become a genius.
Elsa phoned me that day, while I was organizing the spice rack, no less. At least this way I knew exactly where everything went...and I hid the good stuff so Juuana wouldn't get to it. I love being evil, it just suits me so well. Back to Elsa, she seemed to be doing well, and (unlike me) she was adored and praised by just about every teacher in the school...but with her community work, who wouldn't?
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Review purdy please...
I own nothing.
Warnings: Fight! Fight!
~*~
I scoffed then. Isn't that a neat word? "What, is he some self-proclaimed demonic judge born to kill us all?"
"He's this raver who silently broods and doesn't talk to many people. He's REALLY smart, but he's always giving the teachers hell. He also knows how to fight."
"So do I."
"Not just street fighting either."
"I've been taking martial arts lessons since I was a kid. He shouldn't be a problem." Lunch sighed and started fixing her red bandana. "Didn't they outlaw those because of gangs?"
"Maybe in Canada and USA...not here though." Lunch tied the piece of fabric tightly behind her long, fluffy blue hair. "You know...he'd probably be a lot less moody if he had a girlfriend."
~*~
So...there I was, opening the front doors of the school, getting ready to step out onto the lush green grass screaming "FREEDOM!" when I was rudely pulled back by my hair. Acting on instinct, I threw my body forward, which I failed to remember would propel whoever was holding onto my pale locks to a rather close encounter with the strong doors.
WHAM!
I got up quickly, and I knew the worst thing that could happen to me was, well...jail I suppose, but then I saw that it was Maron and I had to try and keep my laughter in. I was doing pretty well, which was good - because half of the student body had frozen in their tracks at the sight of the blue-haired girl's prone body on the cold floor. I figured I should stay, since there was bound to be a vice-principal coming around or someone.
To my surprise, Maron had lifted herself off the ground without help from anyone else. Her eyes looked like she was ready to tear me apart. Her body looked like she was going to pass out.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Hey, you started the whole thing." She did! She was the one who pulled my hair and yanked my head back. If anyone is stupid enough to do that to someone who's been taking martial arts lessons since they were little, they frickin' deserve to get hurt.
"Trying to make time with my Krillin!" Oh. THAT explained a few things.
"Please. You can keep him." I was bored already with the way things were going. Taking the time to look at my nails REALLY must have pissed the girl off, because she charged at me (not even running in a straight line) screaming like a banshee. Being the expert I am - what? So I'm bragging a little. DEAL with it, sheesh. Anyways, back to the 'fight', if you can call it that, with Maron. I simply stepped out of the way and watched her trip over her flip flops. It was sad, really it was.
"What is going ON around here?" There, finally was a vice-principal, her dyed blond hair not quite reaching the roots, where a blackish brown creeped in. Her bright green contacts made her wide eyes look evil, and she had a hook-like nose that reminded students of a Hallowe'en witch.
"Catfight. Those two." Wow, whoever had said that really knew how to point out the obvious. Sadly, I didn't know the guy, or I would've slapped him. Well, I would've slapped him anyways, but you just don't do that when a scary-looking vice-principal is screeching at the top of her lungs.
"Both of you GET in my office RIGHT NOW!!"
~*~
After getting screamed at by Mrs. McBane for half an hour, Maron and I were exhausted. It was a lot of work conditioning your ears to that kind of noise. Sure, you could go to rock concerts, but that was GOOD noise. This wasn't.
"...and if I EVER see EITHER of you pull this stunt AGAIN," I found the way she accented her words amusing, and had to keep my mental snickering inside my head. "WHAT DID YOU SAY JUUHACHI?"
"I didn't say anything." This teacher, though fierce looking, was paranoid beyond belief. I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder. It turned out to be Maron, fast asleep and beyond caring. Just my luck, Juuana was peeking in the door.
"Gee sis, I didn't know you swung that way! I'll admit it, I was wrong...you don't want to be like the popular girls, you just want them." Being the caring, loving, twin sister that I am, I shot out of that room and tore after my brother like a bat out of hell, intent on causing some permanent damage. I ran through the whole school trying to catch up to him, and when I did, it was in my science classroom. Hmm...wouldn't it be neat if I could somehow clamp Juuana to the ceiling...
It ended up that I could, and that (as well as defending myself against the bimbo from the black lagoon) added up to a three day suspension. The teachers didn't manage to get Juuana down very quickly either, and Uncle just laughed his ass off when he saw him. Yes, I am the favoured child. It's because I'm a girl, and I'm ruthless, and I'm chaste...everything my brother isn't.
That night after dinner, my Uncle TRIED to lecture me about how I wasn't supposed to use scientific equipment to pin my brother onto the ceiling, and Juuana certainly liked to put in his side of the story, which was completely fabricated and only made the hole he was digging for himself deeper.
"It was a learning experience, as well as lots of exercise. Plus I had a vendetta to fill."
"Vendettas are Italian-based. Our family is German and Japanese." said Uncle, opening the newspaper to a different page.
"I still can't believe you fucking bolted me by my clothes to the ceiling. You have no idea how much those pants cost me."
"I'm guessing 70-80 dollars, judging by how high your screams were. You're such a pansy! Plus you were stupid and wasted all your energy running away from me, and then you couldn't fight back. Therefore I've justified myself."
"What did he do?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Bullshit, he accused me of lesbianism with the ugliest bitch in the district! Hell, if I was GOING to get into that type of thing, I'd pick someone who actually looked good and had a brain."
"Maybe he's jealous that you got to her first." Uncle snickered as Juuana started pitching a fit. I laughed outright. Especially since he was turning red, which meant he DID like Maron. Sometimes I'm not sure how we're even related...
~*~
It was day two of suspension time, and I was busy unpacking just about ALL of our junk. I didn't really have a choice in the matter; Uncle said it was to teach me to think about what I did before I went ahead and did it. The stupid bitch pulled MY hair first. Hell, at that point I had decided that when I got back into the school, I'd grab Krillin and just start making out with him in the middle of the hallway, just to piss her off. The absurdity of THAT scenario dawned on me moments later. Hey, I just sounded smart there! Hah! Who knows, maybe I will become a genius.
Elsa phoned me that day, while I was organizing the spice rack, no less. At least this way I knew exactly where everything went...and I hid the good stuff so Juuana wouldn't get to it. I love being evil, it just suits me so well. Back to Elsa, she seemed to be doing well, and (unlike me) she was adored and praised by just about every teacher in the school...but with her community work, who wouldn't?
~*~
Review purdy please...