My First day in High School Hell
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King…do I have to put this each time?
Summary: Switching to third person so I can write more, Hana finds out that he should really trust his gut feelings, and that his lost friendship is going to take more then a hug to fix.
The hall ways filled like salmon going upstream. Each student rammed into each other trying to get to class on time.
A boy with thick blonde hair that laid bed headedly on his skull. His brow eyes scanned over a beat up piece of paper.
"English class…English class…Why this early in the morning?" He yawned, this is Hana, our 'hero'. He stumbled about, trying to get though.
"Excuse me, pardo- could I get though?"
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"Asakura! You're late, Father like Son eh?" The English teacher sneered as Hana finally walked in looking like he had just woken up, his school shirt casually unbuttoned.
"Take a seat, or you'll be sitting in the principal's office."
"Dude, you're like hashing my mellow." Hana groaned, flopping down in the seat of the nearest desk to him, as the class busted out laughing and giggling.
Every one but a small blue haired boy sitting next to him, who scowled. His eyes were strangely disproportional to his round face, and rather large in comparison to his tiny pointed noise. He was dressed rather neatly, but visible was the black shirt he wore underneath it. And to top it all off, his nails were painted a 'Venom Black.'
"Settle down." The teacher called monotonically, "Now…Bla, bla, bla, bla…"
"Hey, little buddy, know when we get out of here?" Hana asked the boy, who turned slowly over with a snobby look on his face.
"Little buddy? I have a name Hana, kak, really, I didn't know you were that brain-dead." He retorted, turning back around.
"Do I know you?"
"Know me Hana? You rat bastard!" He exploded, really loudly.
"Oyamada! Asakura! I won't tolerate talking in my class. Principals office! Now!" The Teacher scream, of course with a smile on his face, as he pointed to the door. "Really, I was looking forward to you Oyamada…but I guess I was disappointed."
"Up yours." 'Oyamada' muttered, jumping down from his seat, Hana joined him shlumping over.
/Ah man, this sucks, I knew today would be bad./ Hana thought, cupping his hands over his face.
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"This is all your fault you know." Oyamada snipped angrily.
Hana sighed, "You didn't have to get so anger…Hey! I know who you are now!"
The small boy anime fell hard, "What the heck?"
"Vlad is that you?" Hana asked, then laughed gaily, "You haven't grow since the last time I saw you."
"Burn in hell." Vlad replied, waddling down the hall. "My Mother is so gunna freak when she hears I was sent to the office…And Dad's gunna freak when he hears I left the building."
"What do you mean? Leave the building?" Hana sweat roped.
"I'm not staying in this hell hole, later loser." Vlad turned, and raced out the doors.
"Vlad, wait! You'll get in trouble!" Hana called after him, shrugging, he followed his short friend. Really, he never remembered Vlad being so rebellious. Or so uncool. No one ever treated him that way. As Hana ran after his friend, who was surprisingly fast, a small tear ran down his face. What happened to Vlad?