Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything in this story.
A/N: I'm going to attempt to juggle to fics at once. Wish me luck.
This new fic is a highschool-ish story which involves Rikku being forced to attend an all-boys school by her father for a...questionable...reason. Anyways it is meant to be a fairly humerous fic and I'm going to enjoy myself wiriting it, so I hope you equally enjoy reading it. And in the story the characters are going into their Sphomore year of high school. And please remember to review, it makes me happy
One last note: They live in the modern world that we live in, but Rikku is still Al Bhed and there are still Yevonites. Instead of Spria they live in America and lets just say that the Al Bhed come from some desert isle. K? Sorta AU...
Italics are thoughts! or Sounds just look at the context.
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15 year old Rikku lazily opened her eyes and stared at the intimidating digits of her alarm clock, 6 o'clock. She had ten more minutes until she had to get up to go to tennis boot camp. That's right, boot camp.
Rikku Chanek was known for her amazing abilities in tennis, she was the only Al Bhed who could actually beat a Yevonite in tennis. She was the only female who could serve faster then a professional male tennis player. And she hated every minute of it.
It all started at age four, Rikku and her older brother had been sent to a day camp by their mother. The camp had horseback riding, swimming lessons, art classes, basketball, etc., etc. The camp also offered a special tennis lesson with the world renown tennis pro Ric Van Fenikel. And four year old Rikku had been so amazing in her first lesson Ric had offered her dad a special discount on lessons thereafter. And so it began.
Now, eleven years later, Rikku was still paying the price of her amazing abilities. Beep! Rikku rolled over and switched the alarm off. She groggily went into the bathroom and began to get ready, thirty minutes later she re-emerged and changed into one of her tennis uniforms and headed downstairs.
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"So Rikku have you ever thought about how much more money male tennis players make over the females?" Cid, Rikku's get-rich-quick dad, asked during the car ride to camp Racquet.
"Not really…why do you want me to start teaching Brother tennis?" Rikku answered with a chuckle. Cid rolled his eyes and began digging around in his large pockets.
"Seriously," he said slapping a brochure down onto Rikku's small lap, "have you thought about it?"
Rikku picked up the brochure and began scanning it, until her eyes settled on one standout word, All-Boys. The brochure her father had given her was for an All-Boys boarding school about five hours away from their hometown.
"What do you want me to do with this?" Rikku said carefully, she could see the greedy gleam in her father's eyes.
"If you thoroughly read through that brochure you'll learn that all top-varsity athletes are paid a hundred thousand dollars per year to attend that boarding school. It also includes free boarding and tuition. You, my Rikku, are worth that money. Think of the possibilities." Cid explained dreamily. Rikku rolled her eyes and tossed the brochure into the back seat of the car.
"Forget it; there is no way I'm going to an all-boys boarding school three hunrdred miles from home so you can make money." Rikku said stubbornly, not believing she was having this conversation with her own father. How many other girls have to tell their fathers their not going to attend an all boy's school she thought briefly.
"That's too bad you're already on your way to a makeover and the tennis team tryouts." Cid said evilly. Rikku's face dropped about a mile. A makeover, did she hear him correctly? She was not getting some weird makeover that would make her look masculine. Nuh uh no way.
"What!" Rikku screamed, "Dad do not tell me your serious, because I'm going to purposely fail those tryouts, dad seriously stop the joke now." she said, smoothing her skort and running her fingers through her long blonde hair.
"I thought you'd do something like that, so let me tell you a little secret," Cid said, pulling over to the side of the road, "money has never come easy in this family. Me and your older brother aren't college graduates and we're both auto mechanics."
"I know that, you own the auto body shop, Al Bhed Auto Body Repair." Rikku filled in coldly. Cid nodded and continued.
"What you don't know is the money we were receiving from your mother's life insurance has recently stopped and the costumers have been declining because of that new Grease Monkey in town. They're prices might be cheap…but their quality is crap," Cid paused and looked at Rikku's raised eyebrow, "ahem…we're in debt and in danger of losing our house and the shop. We'reso desperate that this seems to be the only sure fire way to make decent money. And it is the least damaging to the family.As it is there's no way you're going to college."
Rikku bit her lip lightly and looked out the car window. "If-if I go...would it make mom proud?" she said quietly. Cid rambled on without hearing her.
"And you might as well get a job at a fast food joint now so you can start paying rent when we have to sell my grandfather's shop and move to your uncle's house in New York." Cid finished his speech ignoring Rikku's breif statement. Rikku wiped a threating tear away from her eyes and put on a deal-making face. Besides did her father just say if she didn't go they would have live in New York with his brother-in-law Uncle Braska?
"Are you serious?" Rikku said, stunned at her family's financial crisis. She bit her nails confused she seemed to be her father and brother's only hope. Uncle Braska was welcoming but he didn't have much to spare so her family would have to pay rent to live in a cramped New York City apartment. Rikku was torn, she could pretend to be a guy, for one school year, and her family would receive the money and they wouldn't have to move, and she could go to collage, and they could keep her great great grandfather's auto body shop.
"Well? Come on Rikku it's the best solution, trust me there are literally no other options! And no co-ed or girls' school is paying this kind of money to their athletes! Please Rikku just give it a try." Cid begged. Rikku thought and finally gave a small nod. Cid's face brightened and they sped off to the barber shop. Not the Hair Salon, the barber shop. Oh boy, Rikku thought, if Mulan could do it so can I…what have I gotten myself into?
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A/n: The stage is set. Who will Rikku meet at boarding school and what, excuse me if this sounds lame, "adventures" will she embark on? Please review and continue reading. And remember I heart my reviewers. Seriously if you review I promise I will never steal your lunch money...not that I steal kids' lunch money but you better be safe then sorry.