Ch. 2
"Mitsukoooo!!!" shouted someone from a distance. She started to wave her hands while jumping up and down.
"Oh! Amy? Did you wait for me long?" asked Mitsuko casually.
"No, not really..." Amy peered into Mitsuko's face, "What's wrong? Did you encounter Mimi and comp. again?"
"What? How did you know? Is it written all over my face?"
"Ha ha ha. Well, ever since you came to this school, they've been picking on you. So in a way, it is written on your face if you had a rendezvous with them," answered Amy with a grin.
"Humph! Well, at least you're honest," Mitsuko paused, "We're here. Great, another terrible day."
"Oh don't worry about it Mitsuko, they're bound to leave you alone someday," laughed Amy as she ran ahead.
'Leave me alone huh? Oh they will...' thought Mitsuko. She was stilling dazing about the things she could do to her tormentors, when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Eh?" Mitsuko snapped out of her daze.
"So you're the new student here. Mitsuko right?" said the stranger.
"Yes," she said a little too defensively.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"Hiroshima, Japan," answered Mitsuko, "Can I get to class now? I'm going to be late." She didn't wait for a reply and ran down the hallway.
"What'd I say?"
AFTER SCHOOL...
"Nock, aim, fire!" shouted the archery instructor.
Mitsuko took another arrow from the quiver, nocked it, and fired. 'Ah, archery is the best thing to do after school. At least I don't have to worry about them...' She fired, it hit the bull's-eye. "Yay! Finally! My practice paid off!"
"Good job Kurusagi," acknowledged the instructor, "Next!"
As Mitsuko kept on shooting, time seemed to fly by. She sighed, time to go home. She quickly packed up everything and dressed. By the time she got out, everyone had gone home. 'Brr...this atmosphere is sending chills down my spine.' She was absorbed in her thoughts when the same guy that confronted her in the morning tapped her on the shoulder.
"Eeeeeyaaaaaaa!!!!" she screamed. Mitsuko scrambled for the nearest weapon she had, a purse. Then, she started swinging it in frenzy. She finally stopped when she heard something or somebody groan in pain.
"Ow...that hurts I hope you know..."
"Hey...you look familiar. Have we met?"
"Uh yeah...this morning...You coldly swept by me and ran to class before I could say my name."
"Sorry. What are you? A stalker?" Mitsuko planted her hands on her hips. She turned to leave.
"...hey...are they still giving you trouble?" he asked quietly.
"Who's 'they'?" Mitsuko turned around sharply.
"Mimi and her friends. You know...they're just jealous of you because you've got all of the guys after you."
"Jealous of me?" scoffed Mitsuko, "Why should they? I don't stand out like anyone else."
"Well...considering how your hair is black and ends with white tips, I'll say you stand out."
"So you just came to tell me that? Pathetic," with that said, she stormed off.