Title: Anything But Ordinary
Author: Unquestionable
Disclaimer: I'm still begging Takehiko Inoue to give me Slamdunk. Till then, It still belongs to him.
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Chapter 1
I looked deep into his blue eyes as he held my gaze. I felt him take my hand in his.
"Miharu, I have finally got rid of that annoying gay swordsman. Now we can finally be together forever," Legolas Greenleaf said to me.
[ Aragorn lying dead on the ground with a bunch of arrows on his back ]
I nodded with happiness and he slowly leaned forward to kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to touch mine. Just then, I heard a voice shouting," Where are my hairclips? I need them now!"
What? Hairclips? I know Legolas is beauty conscious with his straight fair blond hair with braids, zit-less face and all but hairclips? As in the small cute ones?
"Where are my hairclips, mom!" the voice shouted again.
This time I noticed it was a female's voice. I slowly opened my eyes only to see an old stuffed Pikachu smiling at me, no Legolas Greenleaf was to be seen anywhere.
I knew it was too good to be true. Legolas kiss me? Should have known it was a dream!
"Miharu, have you seen my new hairclips?" my step-sister, Sugiro asked as she stormed into my room.
"No, and why are you up so early today?" I asked, still feeling a little sleepy. -__- zz
"We have school today, duh. It starts in 20 minutes," she informed me.
"Okay," I said going back to Slumber Land.
"What? School? 20 minutes?" I shouted as I jumped out of bed when my brain finally registered the information.
I must have overslept! But I remember setting the alarm clock. Why didn't it ring? I soon got my answer. I saw my alarm clock –scratch that- I mean what used-to-be my alarm clock smashed up into bits in one corner of the room.
Note to self: Buy new alarm clock. Preferably something big and indestructible. A big tower bell might be a right choice.
I knew I shouldn't have played the PS2 until so late. The game sucked anyway : Butt Ugly Martians. That game was for 5-year old brats who just wanted to get the satisfaction of seeing green gunk splatter all over the screen.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" I went out of my room and demanded.
"You didn't ask me too," Sugiro answered casually.
"Oh well, silly me for not asking you to wake me up. It's COMMON SENSE for goodness sake!" I said sarcastically.
"Bye, mom. I'm off to school!" Sugiro said totally ignoring me.
She walked out of the front door looking so perfect and neat. I looked down at myself and saw I was in a Powerpuff Girl pajamas.
Wait…is that a pool of drool I see on my right sleeve? Nah….I don't think I drool…..DO I?
I quickly ran into my bathroom to get ready. When I saw my reflection in my mirror, I saw my black hair in a mess and it was sticking out in every direction possible. It was definitely a 'Bad Hair Day'. Plus, a RED, THROBBING ZIT was forming on my chin. *Groan*
I guess I'm pretty average looking but my lil' adorable brother seems to think that I look like a disfigured orc.
I think that my eyes are my best features. They're blue-ish grey thanks to my real mother who was a German (That's the only country I can think of right now. I suck at Geography. )
So, anyway, somehow, a miracle, I managed to get ready in 10 minutes. But my uniform was all wrong - the skirt was too short and the shirt was too big. The result of me refusing to try on my uniform before buying it.
Why can't I just wear pants? I can say I'm skirt-phobia and will faint if I wear one! Yeah sure, the teachers will probably think I'm nuts and kick me out.
I grabbed an apple to munch on the way and my school bag and rushed out of the house. Since I missed the bus, I'll just have to run there. It's probably just a 5 minute run from here. No problem.
After 2 minutes:
My goodness *pant* I can't run anymore…*gasp* But I can't be late *pant* on the first day *gasp* of school. I must try! *pant* Must reach! *gasp*
After running for what seemed a year to me, I finally saw the school gates just a few meters away. I slowed down a little to adjust my uniform and re-tie my ponytail.
*BRIINGGG!!!* I heard the school bell ring! I quickly rushed in the school gate only to be stopped by a discipline teacher. She wore horn-rimmed glasses and her small beady eyes were scrutinizing me from head to toe.
"You're late," she rasped.
"Just 3 seconds late. If you let me in now, I'll be able to reach class on time," I said.
"4.7 seconds late to be precise," she told me looking at her watch. "Detention after school."
"Please….I'm sorry. I'll be early tomorrow. I promise!" I said giving her my perfectly innocent look.
"No," she said and started writing a detention slip for me.
Think Miharu, Think!
"Wait…er…my grandmother had er… a heart attack while doing her…erm….aerobics just now. So I had to give her er….CPR! Yeah, that's why I'm late," I blabbered unsure if I was saying it correctly.
"Your grandmother had a heart attack while doing aerobics? Is that the best you've got? I've heard student's grandfather going for bungee jumping and had to save him, students helping aliens get back to Mars, helping blind monkeys cross the road which can take up to 2 hours and so on. And yours is the least creative!" she countered and continued writing on that sickening detention book of hers.
Wow..she's a tough one. Time to change tactics. No more nice lady.
"Hey, I'm a black belt in karate, you know?. And I've got a whole bunch of friends who are black belt in karate too. We usually go beat the crap out of people especially nosy teachers," I said giving her my fiercest look I could muster.
"Oh really? That's nice. Here's your detention slip," she said unbothered.
WHhhaat? I tell her I'm a black belt in karate and loves to whack people up and all she says is 'That's nice'?? And detention on the first day of school too…Wonderful! Just wonderful! What else is life going to throw at me today?
I snatched the detention slip from her hand and stomped up into the office.
"Yes, can I help you?" a young secretary asked me politely.
"I'm new here. Can you show me to my class?" I asked as I handed over my registration slip.
"Sure thing," the lady said.
"You're a little late. But don't worry Mr. Yakoki is a nice man," she told me sweetly.
When I entered the classroom, the first sight that greeted me was the teacher, the supposedly nice man picking up a table, getting ready to throw it at a boy who seemed to be in deep sleep.
"Rukawa Kaede, wake up!" he roared.
Two students seemed to be holding him back from throwing the table. A group of girls were weeping and sobbing, saying, "Poor Rukawa. Getting whacked by teacher. I feel so pitiful for him,"
Another group of guys seemed to be betting whether the teacher will get punched a not. The whole class were too engrossed in the scene to notice my presence. Finally the nice teacher noticed my existence.
"What are you doing here?" he asked after finally giving up trying to wake that sleeping kid.
What are you trying to do with that table? I should be the one questioning you.
"I'm a new student here," I answered.
"And why are you late?" he asked.
"Grandmother. Aerobics. CPR. Go figure." I said, too tired to elaborate from all that running.
"Where do I sit?" I asked.
"Beside that thing which is asleep," he said with disgust.
As I walked to my table, I noticed some guys, hentai! looking at my legs. Don't you guys have PlayBoy magazines at home? Go stare at them. Damn, I knew my skirt was too short. Some of the girls were also staring at me weirdly. The gave me friendly? I mean not-so friendly expressions. Wait, they seem to be looking at me with hatred now. Whoa…this girl looks like she can stab me any second. Why? I heard whispers going round saying something like "No fair. She gets to sit near Rukawa"
As I took my seat, I saw the raven hair boy beside me drooling all over his Biology book. Five letters to describe this. G-R-O-S-S. The pages were all wet and soggy. He had pasty white skin like Count Dracula. He even sleeps in the morning. Such uncanny resemblance! I bet if he open his mouth I'll be able to see two fangs sticking out. *Shudder*
Suddenly, he's eyes fluttered open and caught me staring at him. His sapphire eyes looked straight into mine, unblinking. After a while he still wouldn't avert his gaze, so I returned his stare and said, "What are you looking at?"
"Do'aho" he uttered.
What did he call me? HE was the IDIOT looking at me!
"Bakah!" I shot back.
Before I could say anything else, someone slid a pink note onto my table. I just stared at it blankly unsure what I should do with it. Then I saw the word 'Rukawa' written on it with heart shapes surrounding it. Who's Rukawa? I've heard his name at least three times today!
"Miss Miharu, would you kindly pay attention to the lesson?" Yakoki sensei said cutting off my thoughts.
He started walking to me and said," What's that?"
I quickly tried to hide the pink note but I was too late!
"It's nothing. Just some rubbish ," I said trying to stuff it in my pocket.
"Hand it over!" he demanded.
"It's nothing, really!" I said desperately.
"Hand it over!" he repeated firmly.
"Actually it isn't mine. It's that girl who….." I tried to explain but he snatched the note from my hand and started to read it out loud.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
To my dearest Rukawa,
I really, really love you and I know you love me too. Your blue eyes and beautiful black hair makes you so handsome. I also love the way you look in your sweaty, out-of-fashion basketball clothes. The orange color of the basketball goes well with your eyes. We are a match made in heaven. Let's get married, my love and have a cute little baby. If it's a boy, we'll call it Ruru and if it's a girl, we'll call it Wawa. I'll wait for you behind the school at 4.00 p.m.
~Your bride-to-be~
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Beautiful black hair? Love your out-of-fashion basketball clothes? Orange color of basketball goes with your eyes? Match made in heaven? Cute little baby?
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…….," I erupted into laughter in front of the whole class.
I couldn't hold down my laughter any longer. What kind of sick letter is that? This girl must be having major brain problems or something.
The teacher looked at me as if I was insane. I don't blame him, really. What would you think if your student starts laughing when you read out a love letter that she wrote? The whole class was giving me yup-she's-a-psycho looks. The girl who wrote the letter hid her face behind a 'Guide for Lovesick Dummies' book.
"Sending love letters during class? Detention after school!" the teacher punished me.
"I……," I said trying to defend myself.
"Such useless things you do…blab, blab, blab," he scolded cutting me off.
"But….."
"Blab, blab, blab,"
"She……."
"Blab, blab, blab,"
I looked at the raven hair guy beside me desperately for his help but he just stared at me. The girl beside me didn't want to admit either! Lousy low-life maggots! You'll pay for this! Two detentions on the first day of school!
I surrendered and sank lower into my seat as Yakoki-sensei continued to lecture me……..
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