A/N: Sorry the precious chapter was so short. Sort of a prologue.
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho and its characters do not belong to me. Stop reminding me.
Annemarieh: I was about to delete this story, because I started another one that seemed better, but I don't want to dissapoint, so, on with the story.
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I add the date into my journal. When somethings after you to possibly kill you, you tend to forget.
All around me, everyone is talking. It's breaktime in class. Even our teacher is relaxing, talking with a few other teachers.
I close my journal and slip it into my bag, just as Stacey walks in.
The chatter quiets a bit. Stacey's.weird, by my classmate's standards. To tell you the truth, I actually think she's sort of cool. She always wears the most craziest outfits, and her hair is forever changing colors. Her eyes remind me of Lesley's.
Lesley is my dead friend. I only wrote about her death once, in my journal. Everyone thinks she died from suffocation in the chamber that I escaped from. No one knows that I was there with her, and that I saw her die. It was horrible.
Movement in front of me cause me to lift me head. Stacey is staring at me from across my desk, her arm on the back of a chair. Her eyes should seem natural, since they're just a plain hazel, but it makes people nervous to look into her eyes, including me.
"Hey.." she says, chewing on her gum. She tugs at it, and then lets in drop, chewing it back into her mouth.
"Hi." I say. I never say hello, it just sounds weird to me.
"Nice shirt." She says. I glance down, eyeing my black shirt with it's patches of different shapes and colors. I look at her own, which is strangely simliar to mine; we both sewed stuff to our clothes.
"Back atcha." I yawn.
"Queenie, right?" I nod. Everyone calls me Queenie, only a few boys close to my heart call me Leiko. No one really knows my real name. Unless you count my family.
"So why are you always hanging with all these boys?" she asks, straight out of the blue.
"Why do you want to know?" I answer back with my own question. She shrugs.
"Just wondering." She looks away at a group of girls, sitting and giggling on their desks. "I hate them." She says.
"They're okay." I lie for some unknown reason, looking at a specific girl with light blonde hair. We used to be friends in elementary, and the beginning of middle school, but then she met Judith. And everything changed.
"You always act as though you're better than me." She had said, when I asked her what the hell was going on. "Judith respects me, as her friend."
"Yeah right." I mutter out loud by accident. Stacey turns to look at me.
"What was that?" she asks, almost as though she wanted a challenge.
"Nothing, just thinking." I say, stilling looking at Lissy. She had just dropped something and a boy picked it up. Her hand with to her mouth, and she smiled and had this look in her eyes that just screamed "I want him!" Disgusting. He wasn't even that good looking.
The bell rings, and Stacey returns to her side of the classroom. Our teacher walks in, books in hand. She pushes up her glasses and stands in front of her desk.
"Good morning class." She says. "How was your weekend?"
Mumbles of 'good', 'okay', and 'It could have been better' answers her. She smiles and leans over her desk to reach a drawer. The boys eye her butt. I roll my eyes, and a few of the girls look away, jealous.
She straightens out, with a stack of papers in her hand. "Here, I have last week's test. I expected better out of all of you, but I guess these grades are acceptable." She starts to hand them out; I get mine third.
"72 points, not bad." Says a voice behind me. I turn around, my eyes meeting the familiar face of a young boy with black hair that is usually slicked back.
"Yusuke? What are you doing here?" I ask, completely surprised. "I mean, what are you doing at school?"
"Keiko made me." He said, looking at his own paper. I lean over to see his score.
"Wow. You actually got over 50? Did you cheat?" I accuse. He shakes his head.
"No way. I'm a good student now, remember?" he gave me a wink.
"Yeah right!" I laugh, facing the front. The teacher is writing a few math problems on the board when a student comes up to her. He whispers something in her ear.
"I'm sorry class, excuse me for a moment. Behave yourselves." She leaves, the boy ahead of her. The classroom erupts with talking. I turn around and face Yusuke.
"Are the others here?" he nods. By the others, I meant Kurama and Kuwabara.
"Sooo." he says, a sly smile on his face. "What's with the chat with Stacey?" he points at her; she's leaning back in her chair, chewing her gum, and writing in her notebook.
"She just came over and we talked." I shrug. I didn't see it as a big deal to talk with Stacey, she was pretty cool to be with.
"You know Judith and Lissy are going to get on you about it." He says, still smiling. I shrug again.
"Like I care. I'll kick their butts. And they know it." I say the last part a bit louder, and behind me Lissy frowns, while Judith's smile only gets bigger, if that was impossible.
"Yeah, like you'll beat anyone's ass during class. Even you have rules." Judith says. I smile and play with my mechanical pencil.
"Who told you that?" I turn around and get up. Judith, with her stupid, ugly, freckled face, smiles still.
"I got connections." She looks over at Stacey. "Got a new friend, I see."
"Yeah, so what's that to you?" the class is a bit quieter; everyone's watching.
"She's pretty ugly. Maybe you made ties with her so that you seem pretty next to that ugly scumbag. Let me tell you, it's not working. You'll always be ugly, and so will she." She says. Stacey glares at her, but does nothing. It's my fight, not hers.
"And your group's much better? I'm as gorgeous as they are dumb. And the leader's the dumbest of them all." I laugh. A few people in the class laugh along with me. I got a bad rep, but lots of good friends. Well, sort of.
Just then the teacher came back, looking very upset. The class literally groaned. Judith and Lissy both frowned, and went back to their seats. I sat back in my seat.
"Everyone, turn to page 52 in your history book." everyone took out their books, and we started the school day.
***
The bell rang, and students came pouring out of the doors. I was outside, out of everyone's sight, but I could still see them. I sat on my cello, waiting for my older brother.
I'm in 10th grade by the way. My brother, or at least one of them, is one grade higher than me, but I'm still smarter than him. Since my car broke down a week earlier, Dad made him drive me to school for the next two weeks. Sometimes I take the bus, but only when he has soccer practice.
I used to be on the soccer team, but then my mother visited, and she thought it would interfere with my studies, when in reality, it made my concentrate on it harder. At least she didn't take away my band class.
She's still here, but I don't see her around that much. She's pretty much busy most of the time. Too bad she's going to be home for dinner today.
Someone kicks me in the shin, and I jump up. It's only my brother, Yuki, with his silly grin. He likes to tease me.
"Hi to you too." He says, as I get up and start walking to the car. I pass Kurama on the way. He's carrying a stack of books, and his bag is full of even more books. I wave at him.
"Hi Leiko. I'll see you tomorrow night." I nod in agreement. Tomorrow's a Saturday, and every Saturday night we get together somewhere to work on our school year project.
I get in the car, my cello in the backseat, along with my backpack. I wanted to drive, but Yuki won't let me. He thinks I'll destroy it or something, when in reality, I'm a better driver than he is.
The ride was quiet, I'll say that. I was engrossed in my KORN CD.We got out quietly, and went inside quietly. I stepped into my father's mansion and immediately was hit with the smell of japanese cusine.
I gave my father a hug (he's a wonderful cook, I swear, he could get any girl he wanted with his food) and took a bite out of an eggroll.
My Dad and I are very close. We joke around all the time. It's like my other relationships with boys, only he's my father. By relationships, I mean friends, close friends.
I walk into the living room and past the couch. The T.V. channel flips to a different one. My mom is sitting in the couch, her hair greasy and messy, her eyes tired.
"Hi." I whisper. She looks completely different than the last time I saw her. Before she was glamorous, with looks like a movie star. Now she looks like a movie star who just came out of rehab. I knew that is wasn't possible for my mother to take drugs, she hates them, so it must have been something else.
I drop my bag and cello in my room, and rush past my mother to have a private chat with the oldest of my brothers, Makoro.
"What's up with mom?" I ask him straight foreword. He puts down his glass of water.
"I'm not sure, Dad wouldn't tell me." He says.
"No hints, nothing?" I ask, desperate for answers.
"Nope." He shakes his head. I walk out of his room and downstairs, hoping to talk to my father about it. I was about to ask him when my mother entered the kitchen. She looks at me as though surprised to see me here.
"Oh, hi honey." She smiles. One, she never calls me honey, two, she never smiles at me in that way. It was almost motherly.
"Hi." I breathe. She looks incredibly skinny. Her tee is too big for her, and so are her sweat pants. I'm not even sure if there's and muscle or fat or.anything under there.
I walk out, uncomfortable. I retreat back to my room; Dad will call when dinner's ready. I lie down on my bed, my soccer ball in hand. I toss it up at the ceiling, and then again, when it drops back at me.
My mother and I never really got along. In fact, when I was a baby, I cried whenever my mother went near me, so my father basically took care of me.
I still hate her, to some extent. She was cruel and mean to me as a child. She would never let me have friends, and would scold me just for misplacing a spoon. When I was reaching 13, she grew worse. She would often slap me, and a few times she literally dragged me to my room and threw me in. No one ever saw. They never did.
But soon, she began to travel more and more. This is the first time I've seen her since last time, which was nearly two years ago.
And it was two years ago, when I lost Lesley.
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho and its characters do not belong to me. Stop reminding me.
Annemarieh: I was about to delete this story, because I started another one that seemed better, but I don't want to dissapoint, so, on with the story.
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I add the date into my journal. When somethings after you to possibly kill you, you tend to forget.
All around me, everyone is talking. It's breaktime in class. Even our teacher is relaxing, talking with a few other teachers.
I close my journal and slip it into my bag, just as Stacey walks in.
The chatter quiets a bit. Stacey's.weird, by my classmate's standards. To tell you the truth, I actually think she's sort of cool. She always wears the most craziest outfits, and her hair is forever changing colors. Her eyes remind me of Lesley's.
Lesley is my dead friend. I only wrote about her death once, in my journal. Everyone thinks she died from suffocation in the chamber that I escaped from. No one knows that I was there with her, and that I saw her die. It was horrible.
Movement in front of me cause me to lift me head. Stacey is staring at me from across my desk, her arm on the back of a chair. Her eyes should seem natural, since they're just a plain hazel, but it makes people nervous to look into her eyes, including me.
"Hey.." she says, chewing on her gum. She tugs at it, and then lets in drop, chewing it back into her mouth.
"Hi." I say. I never say hello, it just sounds weird to me.
"Nice shirt." She says. I glance down, eyeing my black shirt with it's patches of different shapes and colors. I look at her own, which is strangely simliar to mine; we both sewed stuff to our clothes.
"Back atcha." I yawn.
"Queenie, right?" I nod. Everyone calls me Queenie, only a few boys close to my heart call me Leiko. No one really knows my real name. Unless you count my family.
"So why are you always hanging with all these boys?" she asks, straight out of the blue.
"Why do you want to know?" I answer back with my own question. She shrugs.
"Just wondering." She looks away at a group of girls, sitting and giggling on their desks. "I hate them." She says.
"They're okay." I lie for some unknown reason, looking at a specific girl with light blonde hair. We used to be friends in elementary, and the beginning of middle school, but then she met Judith. And everything changed.
"You always act as though you're better than me." She had said, when I asked her what the hell was going on. "Judith respects me, as her friend."
"Yeah right." I mutter out loud by accident. Stacey turns to look at me.
"What was that?" she asks, almost as though she wanted a challenge.
"Nothing, just thinking." I say, stilling looking at Lissy. She had just dropped something and a boy picked it up. Her hand with to her mouth, and she smiled and had this look in her eyes that just screamed "I want him!" Disgusting. He wasn't even that good looking.
The bell rings, and Stacey returns to her side of the classroom. Our teacher walks in, books in hand. She pushes up her glasses and stands in front of her desk.
"Good morning class." She says. "How was your weekend?"
Mumbles of 'good', 'okay', and 'It could have been better' answers her. She smiles and leans over her desk to reach a drawer. The boys eye her butt. I roll my eyes, and a few of the girls look away, jealous.
She straightens out, with a stack of papers in her hand. "Here, I have last week's test. I expected better out of all of you, but I guess these grades are acceptable." She starts to hand them out; I get mine third.
"72 points, not bad." Says a voice behind me. I turn around, my eyes meeting the familiar face of a young boy with black hair that is usually slicked back.
"Yusuke? What are you doing here?" I ask, completely surprised. "I mean, what are you doing at school?"
"Keiko made me." He said, looking at his own paper. I lean over to see his score.
"Wow. You actually got over 50? Did you cheat?" I accuse. He shakes his head.
"No way. I'm a good student now, remember?" he gave me a wink.
"Yeah right!" I laugh, facing the front. The teacher is writing a few math problems on the board when a student comes up to her. He whispers something in her ear.
"I'm sorry class, excuse me for a moment. Behave yourselves." She leaves, the boy ahead of her. The classroom erupts with talking. I turn around and face Yusuke.
"Are the others here?" he nods. By the others, I meant Kurama and Kuwabara.
"Sooo." he says, a sly smile on his face. "What's with the chat with Stacey?" he points at her; she's leaning back in her chair, chewing her gum, and writing in her notebook.
"She just came over and we talked." I shrug. I didn't see it as a big deal to talk with Stacey, she was pretty cool to be with.
"You know Judith and Lissy are going to get on you about it." He says, still smiling. I shrug again.
"Like I care. I'll kick their butts. And they know it." I say the last part a bit louder, and behind me Lissy frowns, while Judith's smile only gets bigger, if that was impossible.
"Yeah, like you'll beat anyone's ass during class. Even you have rules." Judith says. I smile and play with my mechanical pencil.
"Who told you that?" I turn around and get up. Judith, with her stupid, ugly, freckled face, smiles still.
"I got connections." She looks over at Stacey. "Got a new friend, I see."
"Yeah, so what's that to you?" the class is a bit quieter; everyone's watching.
"She's pretty ugly. Maybe you made ties with her so that you seem pretty next to that ugly scumbag. Let me tell you, it's not working. You'll always be ugly, and so will she." She says. Stacey glares at her, but does nothing. It's my fight, not hers.
"And your group's much better? I'm as gorgeous as they are dumb. And the leader's the dumbest of them all." I laugh. A few people in the class laugh along with me. I got a bad rep, but lots of good friends. Well, sort of.
Just then the teacher came back, looking very upset. The class literally groaned. Judith and Lissy both frowned, and went back to their seats. I sat back in my seat.
"Everyone, turn to page 52 in your history book." everyone took out their books, and we started the school day.
***
The bell rang, and students came pouring out of the doors. I was outside, out of everyone's sight, but I could still see them. I sat on my cello, waiting for my older brother.
I'm in 10th grade by the way. My brother, or at least one of them, is one grade higher than me, but I'm still smarter than him. Since my car broke down a week earlier, Dad made him drive me to school for the next two weeks. Sometimes I take the bus, but only when he has soccer practice.
I used to be on the soccer team, but then my mother visited, and she thought it would interfere with my studies, when in reality, it made my concentrate on it harder. At least she didn't take away my band class.
She's still here, but I don't see her around that much. She's pretty much busy most of the time. Too bad she's going to be home for dinner today.
Someone kicks me in the shin, and I jump up. It's only my brother, Yuki, with his silly grin. He likes to tease me.
"Hi to you too." He says, as I get up and start walking to the car. I pass Kurama on the way. He's carrying a stack of books, and his bag is full of even more books. I wave at him.
"Hi Leiko. I'll see you tomorrow night." I nod in agreement. Tomorrow's a Saturday, and every Saturday night we get together somewhere to work on our school year project.
I get in the car, my cello in the backseat, along with my backpack. I wanted to drive, but Yuki won't let me. He thinks I'll destroy it or something, when in reality, I'm a better driver than he is.
The ride was quiet, I'll say that. I was engrossed in my KORN CD.We got out quietly, and went inside quietly. I stepped into my father's mansion and immediately was hit with the smell of japanese cusine.
I gave my father a hug (he's a wonderful cook, I swear, he could get any girl he wanted with his food) and took a bite out of an eggroll.
My Dad and I are very close. We joke around all the time. It's like my other relationships with boys, only he's my father. By relationships, I mean friends, close friends.
I walk into the living room and past the couch. The T.V. channel flips to a different one. My mom is sitting in the couch, her hair greasy and messy, her eyes tired.
"Hi." I whisper. She looks completely different than the last time I saw her. Before she was glamorous, with looks like a movie star. Now she looks like a movie star who just came out of rehab. I knew that is wasn't possible for my mother to take drugs, she hates them, so it must have been something else.
I drop my bag and cello in my room, and rush past my mother to have a private chat with the oldest of my brothers, Makoro.
"What's up with mom?" I ask him straight foreword. He puts down his glass of water.
"I'm not sure, Dad wouldn't tell me." He says.
"No hints, nothing?" I ask, desperate for answers.
"Nope." He shakes his head. I walk out of his room and downstairs, hoping to talk to my father about it. I was about to ask him when my mother entered the kitchen. She looks at me as though surprised to see me here.
"Oh, hi honey." She smiles. One, she never calls me honey, two, she never smiles at me in that way. It was almost motherly.
"Hi." I breathe. She looks incredibly skinny. Her tee is too big for her, and so are her sweat pants. I'm not even sure if there's and muscle or fat or.anything under there.
I walk out, uncomfortable. I retreat back to my room; Dad will call when dinner's ready. I lie down on my bed, my soccer ball in hand. I toss it up at the ceiling, and then again, when it drops back at me.
My mother and I never really got along. In fact, when I was a baby, I cried whenever my mother went near me, so my father basically took care of me.
I still hate her, to some extent. She was cruel and mean to me as a child. She would never let me have friends, and would scold me just for misplacing a spoon. When I was reaching 13, she grew worse. She would often slap me, and a few times she literally dragged me to my room and threw me in. No one ever saw. They never did.
But soon, she began to travel more and more. This is the first time I've seen her since last time, which was nearly two years ago.
And it was two years ago, when I lost Lesley.