Phase 11 of 50 Ami's Move

It was the second term of the school year, Christmas had passed and the hallways were buzzing with chattering teenagers talking about what they did and what they got. Dearka swung his bag over his shoulder, and sighed.

"Another term, another five month of bulshit." he mumbled and started to look down, when he bumped into something, really hard.

"Ouch!" cried what he had bumped into; Dearka had time to look up before he fell, a girl with flowing hair, aqua in color, with a tweet nose and blue eyes and ruby red lips. Dearka awed he didn't even noticed that he had fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled quickly, the girl smiled.

"Its fine, I'm the one who should be sorry. I was the one who bumped into you. By the way, my name is Ami." She said, and giggled. Dearka shrugged half-heartedly,

"No, you shouldn't apologize. My name is Elsman, Dearka, no, Dearka Elsman." he struggled with his words and sighed.

"I'm Dearka." And he extended his arm; Ami shook her head and looked to her hands, which had white linen gloves.

"I have a terrible rash, I'm sorry." Dearka shrugged and smiled idiotically.

"Can I walk you to class?" he asked, and mock-bowed, Ami curtsied as well and giggled and placed her hand to her lips.

"I have history." She said and started to walk down the hall, when Dearka felt a sudden spring of gilt. Miriallia, death cold, pain. Dearka shook it off and walked with Ami down the stairs.

..:Somewhere:..

Miriallia sat down on her bed after taking a shower and dying her hair a light shade of purple. She had put in color contacts which were a deeper blue. She dressed a little more, well, lanky and wore her hair differently. She practiced on raising her tone of voice, and practically smiled all the time and got her ears pierced with large hoops.

"Well, now I think that Dearka will never realize that it's me!" she twirled around, letting her short skirt twirl with her.

"Maybe, I should change my shirt?" she asked herself and threw of her white blouse and pulled on a tee shirt that said: "If the shoe fits!" she had a little tabby in a high heeled pink shoe.

"Aha." She said, and spun around in a circle once again.

"I hope this works." She said

.:In School the Next Day:.

Miriallia walked down the hall in her ensemble from yesterday. She grabbed her books and walked to her locker and tried to remember.

"It's 519." Said a voice from beside her. Miriallia looked to her right, there was Cagalli, wearing her usual dark green cargo pants and red tee shirt.

"Ohh, hi Cag… campus… person. I'm Jennifer." She said politely.

"Hi. I'm Cagalli." She said and smiled but, it soon then faded.

"Whats the matter?" she asked, Cagalli sighed.

"It's really not of your business." She said in a stern tone.

"Ok, but if you won't tell me, I'll keep asking, and I'll become annoying." she bribed, Cagalli broke down.

"Fine, a great and extremely close friend has died. I'm not really ready to talk about it." She informed her, and snapped her locker shut.

"Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here." Said Miriallia, Cagalli broke into a small smile.

"Thanks Jennifer. I'll walk you to class." She said, Miriallia smiled brightly.

"I have history first."

"Mrs. Tami-Han, she's kind, but kinda bragging." She said, they continued to walk down the hall until they reached the classroom.

"We'll sit together, right?" asked Miriallia, Cagalli shrugged.

"My friend Lacus sits beside me too. You wanna meet her?" she asked, Miriallia nodded.

"Yeah." After that, a girl with long pink hair came into the room, she wore a light pink summer dress with white running shoes.

"My brother, Kira," she pointed to Kira in the third row to her left.

"Is sweet on her, but don't tell him I told you." Miriallia giggled girlishly

"Sure,"

"Oi, Lacus! There's someone I'd like you to meet!" Lacus turned to her to look at Cagalli and beamed as she walked over to them.

"Well, hello. I'm Lacus Clyne." She said kindly, Miriallia smiled invitingly.

"I'm Jennifer Harper." Said Miriallia, Lacus beamed brighter.

"Nice to meet you," said Lacus and shook her hand.

"So, where did you move from?" asked Cagalli.

"Umm, ahh… Toronto, in Canada." She speeded quickly.

"Ohh, how… exotic." She tried to sound familiar with the country, but failed.

After the trio had settled, Dearka came in, talking to a girl with extremely long hair.

"Ami." She whispered.

"Excuse me?" asked Cagalli, Miriallia was slightly startled.

"I , Ayame, I said cherry blossom." She faked, Cagalli rolled her eyes.

"You have the hots for Dearka?" she asked, Miriallia laughed.

"Ha! No way, I know him from another school. Since we were young, he's such a womanizer." She said and flicked her hair.

"Besides, even if I DID like him, I wouldn't tell it to his face." She said and looked distastefully as Ami, laughing at every other word he said, Miriallia grew enraged and extremely jealous. During the period, she had snapped 12 mechanical pencils, seven of which were not her own, Cagalli has getting scared for her new friend.

"You ok?" she asked during half break.

"Yeah. I just well, had a thing for Dearka a few years ago. And I'm a bit well, upset that he is well… here." She invented, Lacus giggled.

"Are you sure it isn't just jealousy?" she asked, Miriallia sat her head in her hands.

"It just might be."