AHA! Here! The second chapter! ENJOY! Sorry if it took long...

Summary- He had everything a guy wants: boundless popularity, so much richness & girls swooning after him. She had things NOBODY wants: mortal sickness, list of several phobias & death coming for her. When their lives collide, hefell inlove... Too bad her life is limited. HAPPY BDAY RIDI KOH LOUS!

Pairing- SURPRISE!

Warning- perhaps some oocness... yeah...

Dedication- To Blinkiie (a.k.a: Ian)& her inspirational shit, a celebration for herfirst week as a teenager.

Disclaimer- Don't own them... -eyes begin to water-... none of them... -sob- WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AND I COULDN'T FIND SALIMA'S REAL FAMILY NAME, SO I'M GOING TO REPLACE IT WITH ANOTHER UNTIL THEN.

Review replies:

-Ridi Koh Lous- "Lord" Blinkiie? But dude... you're not a dude! Lol, you should say "mistress" or "lady" or "something-for-women"... yeah... anyway, thankiies for the review! AHAHA! You're the first to review your own story! And for the growing story part... as you once said, it lengthens... and that's a form of growing! BAKA! Lol. Besides, if I said 'lengthens', it'll be easier for you to guess, and no way in hell am I giving easy clues for your bday gift! P

-Storms-winter- -HUGS- I THANK YOU! YOU SAVED ME FROM SUFFERING THE GRIEF OF RESEARCHING! ... but then again, there's Salima... -groan- Ahh... I think I'll just give her a name myself... yeah. Anyway, I thank you once again for not only informing about Brooklyn's last name, but also for reviewing. They encourage me and motivate me. :) I hope next up coming chapters will be much, much more interesting!

-Nix- Nix-chan! YOU REVIEWED! THANK YOU! Yes, I know you're not a Salima fan, yet you reviewed and supported me! Thank you! I hope you'll like this one Nick, if not then... err, I dunno. But I tell you this, future chappies might become darker. In other words, UN-Salima. You might like it.

Last Entries of a Dying Girl

Chapter 2: Katsura Acadamie

Monday, May 14th 2005, 2:04pm

Dear Diary,

I'm bored.

There's nothing to do around here.

Brooklyn's at school.

Jen's busy designing clothes (She's a famous fashion designer).

And James is no fun.

ACK! I'M BORED!

-The very bored "Salima".

Three days have passed since my arrival. Nothing special happened really. I just spent the past 72 hours catching up with the country's time zone. I now, I am perfectly adjusted. And now that I'm adjusted, it's about time I start attending my new school.

Yes, I know, I came here only for the whole brain disease thingy, but that gives me no reason to skip school. Okay, maybe it is a good reason to stay home... but think about it. The past two lonely days (Monday & Tuesday) I spent at Brooklyn's place was boring- no offense. So, if two days were hard for me, how in the world will I stand the next few weeks? I'd rather keep up with my studies, to be honest. Besides, I feel perfectly fine. I'm sure I won't break into screams for a really long while.

Anyway, in front of the school I stand right now, next to Brooklyn. Yes, I will be attending his school. Yes, he is in my grade (Hopefully, we might have a few classes together). And yes, I'm wearing a uniform. Unfortunately, unlike my old school back in Canada, it's private.

The school was very huge. It looks like the type of school rich kids would go to. It stood tall and proud over us, having many cherry blossom trees accompanying it.

Brooklyn told me only rich kids go to this school. If not, then they cut the price for some super smart children with extraordinarily high IQs and/or really amazing students with great sheer talent; talents especially from the beyblading department.

"C'mon Salima! Let's go! Don't be nervous!" Brooklyn said as he dragged me by my arm trough the doors.

"I- I'm not n-nervous!"

"Right..." He laughed as he dragged me some more down a narrow corridor. I noticed the interior was pretty much similar to most Japanese schools. The white tiles of the floor shun brightly, the indigo lockers looked new and clean, the walls were white, and the indigo doors had windows centered in its upper half.

We came to a halt in front this one door in particular. It was slightly bigger than the others, and the word "SECRETARIAT" splashed across the window.

Humming an unknown tune, Brooklyn opened the door. "Ladies first." He said before entering after I did.

The room was just like any other secretariats anywhere- except everything seems to be much, much more expensive... even the pens! O.O

Brooklyn cleared his throat "Excuse me."

A petite lady appeared behind the desks. She looked so... professional. Her brown hair was tied in a French bun, and her blue eyes hid behind these frameless expensive-looking glasses. And her suit, don't get me started on that.

"May I help you?" She questioned, still looking as professional as ever.

"I'm a new student and I would want to have my schedule, please." I said.

"New student? Ah, yes. Salima Rookwood, correct?" (like I said before: NOT Salima's real last name)

I nodded.

She turned around and shifted trough some files in a drawer, mumbling my name continuously, until she found it. She handed it to me, nodding in acknowledgement at the little "thank you" I whispered.

Never removing my eyes off the piece of paper in my hands, Brooklyn and I walked out of the office. Suddenly, my schedule was snatched away from my hands, tearing my eyes off it. Of course, I didn't do or say anything, I continued walking. I knew it was my orange haired friend who took it. I'm sure he'll give it back to me, right? ... right?

"Hey! Cool! Your first period class is right across mines. And we both have 4th and 5th period together. And it looks like you've got 2nd and 3rd with some of my friends. Don't worry; I know you'll like them... despite the piggy attitude of one of them." He grinned and handed me back my schedule.

Glancing at the paper, my eyes glided to 'Wednesday'.

1st period, 8:30 – 9:30:

Mathematics

2nd period, 9:45 – 10:45:

Geography

3rd period, 11:00 – 12:00:

Japanese

12:00 – 1:15: LUNCH TIME!

4th period, 1:15 – 2:15:

Computers

5th period, 2:30 – 3:30:

Physical Education

Oh great. Just the right thing to start the morning: Math. Argh! I really don't want to think about numbers at this hour.

Then, geography... I'm okay with it... if we were studying Canada's map! We're in Japan and I seriously don't know anything about this place! AND I'M DEAD SERIOUS!

Japanese... to be honest, it's really hard for me to memorize and understand their writings. Plus I speak the language with a foreign accent. In other words: I really suck. Period. No more explanations.

Computers aren't that bad, I'm quite good at it, actually. Oof! At least there's one class I will take relaxingly.

And finally, physical education. Not bad, but I don't feel like running or any sports whatsoever. Usually, I'd want to... but now... sigh yes, girls, it's my time, that very moment all us ladies hate. As for you boys, you are most definitely not welcomed to understand my circumstances, the situation of the female population.

"That-" Brooklyn said pointing at a door, once we reached the 2nd floor. "-is your math class. After that, wait for me right here, okay? We'll go find your locker." He waved and left to go to his own class, leaving me all alone.

'This is it, Sal. You're on your own now.' I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath, I entered the classroom.

Most of the students were already there, chit chatting with their friends. Luckily, they didn't notice me. Not knowing what to do, I approached the biggest desk there was in this room, in which a man (who I presume the teacher) sat behind.

"Excuse me." I said, trying to sound as polite as ever, which is pretty easy as it is in my nature.

The man looked up from his book, only to find me. "Yes?"

"I'm a new student. And I was just wondering if I was supposed to sit somewhere in particular."

"Ah yes, the new student. If you don't mind, miss, would you sit right there until the bell rings?" He said, pointing at a small lonely chair beside his desk.

"Okay, sir." I nodded before sitting down.

I spent the next 10 minutes uncomfortably. You see, being the new kid sometimes attracts people's attention. They looked at me strangely, before realizing I'm a new student, then they'd whisper and talk to their friends... about me! How do I know? Well, for one, they constantly look at me... and some even point. No offense, but haven't anyone told them that pointing is rude?

8:30 sharp and the bell rang.

"Class, we have a new student." Most of the students perked up at this point, leaning in to listen at what the teacher had to say. Am I really that interesting? Transferred children are probably rare around here. "Her name's Salima Rookwoodand I'mexpecting you treat her properly."

"Hello." They chorused, never leaving their beady eyes off me... which is pretty scary. Having 30 pairs of eyes gazing down at you is really nerving.

Mr. looked around the room and for some reason, he frowned. "I'm sorry, but there's only one seat left, it's right next to Ian. You may go take it."

The suddenly became dead silent.

What? Is there something on my face?

"Ok." Making my way towards the only empty seat in the classroom, I still felt their gaze on me.

Now I know why everyone just looked at me in pity.

This Ian guys is really annoying.

At the very moment I took my seat, I felt a spitball slap my face. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I can still feel the slob on my left cheek.

And that wasn't the end of it. Every 10 minutes, he'd blow out a new spitball. Eurgh! Disgusting! Then, he'd throw in some paper airplanes and crumpled paper. Occasionally, he'd poke me. No wonder the seat next to him was empty.

Though, I wonder, why doesn't he bother the guy in front of him?

I mean, he gave the girl in front of me, Mathilda, the same sickening routine. (Found out her name when the teacher asked her a question) Was he only after girls? ... oh dear, HE MIGHT GROW TO BECOME A RAPIST AND A SERIAL KILLER! OMFG!

No wait, he just hit a boy two rows ahead of him. So, he's not female-hungry. BUT HE STILL CAN BE A RAPIST AND A SERIAL KILLER FOR BOTH MEN AND WOMEN!

Oh well, whatever...

I, yet again, felt something small and slobbery on my left cheek. Argh... another spitball. That's it! I'm not ignoring this one!

"Stop it!" I hissed quietly, loud enough only for him and I (perhaps a few other students) to hear.

"Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?"

"I'll be bored."

"Do something else."

"There's nothing funnier than spitting spit balls to someone else."

"It is NOT fun. How would you like it if you had something wet and slobbery hit your face?"

"It would be fun! I'd call out a spit ball fight!"

I was about to open my mouth to say something back... but I didn't because I really don't what to say. This guy's immature! Deep inside, he's still a kid! And I'm not telling the teacher. I don't know why, but I just don't like complaining to teachers...

So I just sat there, silent, and waited for the bell to ring, as Ian continued his previous actions.

Oh God, how will I survive?

Bleh, a nice chapter of pure boringness. lol. meh, sorry if it was still boring for some of you guys ( I'll try to make the future chaptersmuch more interesting.