Beyblade

Title

Half the Sugar, Twice The Spice

Author

cynical.life

Disclaimer I own nothing. Sora Hamazaki belongs to someone else. Summary

The birds were singing, the sun was shinning and I was downright pissed. All my friends were back home, and here I was going to a boarding school in another country. How could they do this to me?

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Half the Sugar, Twice the Spice

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Chapter 3
Convent Sweet Convent?

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I followed the nun blindly. She led me outside of the main building, pointing things out as we passed.

"This building here on your left has the main rooms. In it you will find the cafeteria, the auditorium and the indoor gymnasiums." She said, pointing to a square block that was covered in vines. She continued on, pointing to a second and third building that looked exactly the same as the first. Indoor gyms? Oh crap. I am so going to get lost here. Why oh why must I have been cursed with a sense of direction worse than a shit-faced drunkard?

"The building you were in before in the one where all the classes are held. You must walk to each class.-" Nuuu! Not exercise! "-A map of the building will be given to you at the beginning of term," WHAT! No WAY this place can be THAT big. But then again. . . "-but considering you are already here and are new to this environment, I'll try to print you up a copy as soon as I can." she said with a large toothy smile. Wow, this one sure did take her happy pills this morning.

"Thank you very much." I said with a slight bow. Bows showed respect where I come from. Yes, I originate from a little over-populated island called Japan. Where do you think the name Hamasaki comes from? Psh, honestly.

"Oh, you're very welcome, dear. Please, follow me and I'll show you to your dorm."

No thank you. I don't feel like following you. I'd much prefer getting lost in this maze and slowly die without anyone ever being able to find me.

D'uh.

So I did. I dragged my huge suitcase and bags and followed her until we were in front of another large, red brick building covered in vines. Next to the door that the head nun held open for me was a gold plaque where the words "Saint Catherine's Academy For Young Ladies- Dormitories". We walked through the doors. What's the first thing I see when I walk into the building? A huge, enlarged, framed version of the names. Of all the top girls that have ever achieved like 150 on every single exam ever possible to take since kindergaden. Well, this is a fine way to start off the semester. Walk into a building, get lost, encounter a nun, get the really long 'shortened' tour, end up in the dormitory hall and get faced with a set of how many people are better than you could ever be. I can't wait to prove myself by work hard to make my parents proud of me! Yippee!

I'm sarcastic here, for all you slow ones.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Sora Hamasaki, ma'am." I said, snapping out of my daze.

"As you can see here, there's a paper on the bulletin board assigning you to a room. Find your name and go put your things in your room. Supper is at six, you are free to do as you please until then. Oh and before I forget, I don't believe you have a uniform yet-"

I felt my mouth drop a little. Wait-hold on a second. No one said anything about a UNIFORM! Me? in a skirt? As in not pants? Oh no. Oh nonononononono.

"- but it should be coming in soon, so either today or tomorrow we will give you your uniform, your books and a standard rule manual. You can wear your normal clothe until school term begins. And please make yourself at home." She finished with a smile.

"Thank you." I said, pulling another bow as she left.

My face wore a happy expression and yet the only thing passing through my head was. . .

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Repeatedly.

How was I expected to make a CONVENT feel like HOME? ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! At on top of it all, I'm going to have to put up wearing a uniform. A U-N-I-F-O-R-M. That thing that squeezes every single drop of non-conformity, originality and self-expression out of a teenager's short little life. Everything I stand against. I'm a teen here, people! Let me be my own person! NUU!

Well I won't let them turn ME into a clone, no sir.

Just you wait and see.

I'm seriously starting to wish that I was still stuck back home with my parents. At least I could do anything I wanted there without anyone caring. Now, I feel watched. Stalked. Observed. Like a rat in a cage. Like a specimen under a microscope. Twenty-four hour surveillance. Just waiting for me to screw up somehow.

And that security camera up there in the corner isn't helping!

There's always the additional factor that this place is full of nuns. Seeing those abnormally smiley people walking around, all dressed in the same long, grey, boring dresses just makes me feel. . . awkward?

Yes, I, Sora Hamasaki, feel awkward. Jeez, I think I'm nunophobic. But I suppose I'll just have to adapt. . . adapt my surroundings to my tastes anyway. This place is a little too peaceful, it needs a little havock. Ha, this should get interesting.

I checked the bulletin board for my name. "H" section. . . ok, found that. Now to find my name. Shouldn't be that hard since it starts with H-A. . . found it.

Room 313.

I grunted as I slung my bag over my shoulder and dragged my suitcase up the stairs. I had to get to the third floor. (there are 100 rooms per floor, so the ground floor has rooms 1 to 99, floor 1 has rooms 100 to 199, floor 2 has rooms 200 to 299, and so on until floor 4. There are bathrooms and showers on only the fifth floor, which is retarded since if there's a water leak, it can only go down, but whatever)

Clunk.

Clunk clunk clunk.

I'm actually glad now that my suitcase didn't have wheels; they probably would have broken off by now with all the banging around I'm doing now anyway.

I finally got to the third floor. Jeez, I'm out of shape. It felt like I had just ran a 10k instead of up a few flights of stairs. Damn. I think I'm going to blame it on my luggage. Stupid luggage dragging me down! I glared at my stuff. You evil, evil suitcase. . . you evil, evil bag.

Ok, I feel stupid now. I'm borderline hyper-ventilating because of a few stairs and I'm glaring at an inanimate object.

Wow, that's sad.

Anyway, now all that's left to do is find the room I'm supposed to be in. That shouldn't be too hard.

301. . . 303. . . . . . . 309. . . . . 313.

I tried the handle. Locked. What the hell? LET ME IN YOU STUPID ROOM!

I did the first thing that came to mind.

I kicked the door.

OW! MOTHER F-----ER MY FOOT!

I started hopping around on one foot, holding my other foot in my hand while letting some very colorful words slip out.

Once the pain in my foot had subsided, I started glaring at the doorknob.

WHY ARE ALL INANIMATE OBJECTS AGAINST ME TODAY?

Stupid door, what have I ever done to you? Let me in!

Please?

AAARG!

I let my head fall against the door in despair, but the back of meh cranium hit something pointy. Yet again, I was being attacked by an inanimate object. So yet again, I turned to glare at said evil thing. It was a little black box on the frame of the door with a slot down one side. A flash of genius went through my now dented mind as I grasped the keycard in the slot. I crossed my fingers and opened one eye to see if it had worked.

The light turned green.

"YES!"

I bounced into the room, dragging my stuff with and slamming the door shut after me. I looked around. The room was obviously meant for only one person. There was a single bed in a corner, right under a window, completely empty except for a pile of folded sheets in the center. There was a small nightstand next to the bed and at the foot of the bed was a chest with the school logo on the top.

There was also a desk and chair at the other end of the room. Behind the door I had came in was a small closet.

Well this is. . . . . . . quaint. . .

I threw my suitcase and bags on the bare bed and looked around, taking in my new surroundings. I smiled to myself and opened my band-logo-covered suitcase. I looked at its contents and smiled to myself.

"Well, she did say to make myself at home," I said with a grin, looking around the bare walls of my soon-to-be room.

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Alright, so that's it for chapter 3. I still don't really know where I'm going to go with this story so far, but I really wanted to update another chapter for you guys. Think of it as an early Christmas present :D

IMPORTANT NOTICE

But here's the thing; I'm going to be away for the holidays and uberly busy in january, so the absolute EARLIEST I'd be able to actually strttyping a new chapter would be in early February. I'm really sorry, but my schedule is somewhat whacked this year. Please bare with me!