Disclaimer: I do not own FLCL, but if I did... heehee

I wrote this after watching episode 3. It's about what Ninamori could be thinking while the thing that sprouted from her head was fighting her.

Inside the President's Head

After the pain everything was fine. It was like I was watching a movie. People kept on screaming my name. "NINAMORI SAN!" Then Naota's weird house maid kept on saying weird things. His weird robot started attacking the thing on my head. Then my legs started moving. Then I saw my underwear in his hand's. 'What a pervert,' I thought. 'Just like Naota's father.'

Then we started moving. Really fast. At the speed of sound. The little thing on my head had legs like a spider that crawled away knocking over that stupid teacher, Miyaji Junko. She's such a little kid wearing those clips in her hair. Then we were on the roof. It was sunny out. I think it was then I realized that I was probably seeing all of this through that thing.

Because I wouldn't have wanted to watch anyway.

Then I remember curry. 'It's an adult taste.' I thought. I wonder if that thing heard me. That thing on my head was just like Naota. He doesn't like curry either. Does that mean the thing on my head is an immature little kid who doesn't like school plays? Who gives people cat ears? Or is it just a monster?

By this time my head really hurt. It was like someone had been pulling my hair right out of my scalp. I could imagine purple strands floating to the ground. Do people like to elect class presidents who are bald? Maybe if I went bald, I would get sympathy votes. That would be good. That would be all of the girls in class right there. Girls feel sorry for bald people. Because they obsess over their own hair so much.

I guess I was an 'adult taste' also, because the big spider thing from my head spat me out. I just lay there for a while in the orange goo. No one came to check on me. No one seemed to really care. I think they were probably all obsessing over Naota and his TV robot. Which I guess is what I deserve for rigging the ballot box.

I thought about switching schools, or moving in with distant relatives, or at least giving up my class presidency in those hours I spent in the orange goo on the rooftop. I decided that would be stupid.

Besides, I don't think it's any big deal.

I don't know if you all liked that or not. And I won't know until you review! So go review! And I don't care how hard you go on me. Your choice seeing as you're the reviewer. Yeah so go review.