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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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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Half the Sugar, Twice the Spice

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Chapter 4

My Very Own Quest For A Meal?

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I rubbed off a little sweat from my forehead. Wow, doing a room makeover takes a lot more effort than I thought! But it definetly felt more comfortable now.

I had tacked pictures of all my friends from back home on one wall, posters on another. I shoved my jacket and shoes into the closet and crammed clothes into the chest. Needless to say that I didn't care much about my books, so I plopped them inside the desk drawers. I'd look for them when I needed to. And on top of the desk, I delicately placed my precious laptop computer. And no, my parents did NOT buy it for me. I worked hard, dealt with annoying customers all summer and saved up my allowance to buy it. Best purchase I ever made!

I let myself fall on my bed and sighed. I started staring at the cracks in the ceiling. God, I'm so bored now! I looked at my watch; it was now 4 o'clock. Joy, another two hours till supper.

I decided to hook up my mp3 into my computer to listen to music as I checked in. Might as well check out the school's site.

Whoa. . . Check out the layout of this place! It's friggin' HUGE!

Okay, let's zoom out to see a little off-campus here. . . There's an actual city 20 minutes from here? YES!

Life is goooooooood. . .

Oh wait, I'm probably not going to be allowed off premises and the nuns'll give me a curfew of, like. . . lights out at 7 pm. Security is everywhere!

Happy bubble deflating.

Just as I was about to start banging my head on the keyboard, a voice coming from apparently nowhere calls out, saying "Supper will be ready in 15 minutes. Please present yourself in the Main Hall."

Yes, food! I turned off my music, logged off and ran downstairs.

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Great, I'm now officially lost. I knew I should have that map with me! But noooooo, I have to be little miss I-don't-need-a-map-since-I-already-know-where-everything-is-in-this-gigantic-campus!

I groaned. I'm so hungry. . .

Wait-is that. . . YES IT IS! THE SIGN SAYING "Main Hall, This Way"!

Thank God, or I mean, er. . . yeah.

Thank you nuns who are smart enough to think of putting up signs for people who aren't as smart! I sprinted to the Hall where I was able to smell the best aromas of food ever.

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A couple of days passed. I've found out that it wasn't that bad here. The beds were comfy, the food was good and I didn't have a roomate.

The head nun had given me my uniform this morning. As for the rule book, or should I say the "Manual of Righteous and Disciplinary Self-Conduct", I was given that at supper the first night.

That brings me to where I am now; lying on my bed, flipping through the pages of that goddamn novel (it's THAT big). I glared at the evil uniform hanging on my doorknob. Here's a brief description of it; white knee-high socks, a grey pleated skirt that finishes just above the knee, a white blouse under a navy-colored blazer with the school crest on the right chest pocket. Worst of all, we had a friggin yellow-and-navy-striped tie that we had to wear. At. All. Times.

Damn. . .

This is so not going to be comfortable.

School started in two days. And yes, I've seen some of the girls already. Most people started arriving yesterday and today. Everyone is interested in finding their friends, telling each other about their summer, their family vacation, their summer jobs and how fantastic they were, the fling that they had with some 'hottie'. Fun, fun, fun.

Cheh, as if.

Bore me to death, why don't you.

I'm sure that their 'exciting family vacation' was more of a two-day-long camping trip filled with mosquitos and other annoying critters, their 'fabulous summer jobs' were being a cashier at Lawn Mowers Depot or something and oh yeah, that 'fling' that they say they had? Yeah, that's just and invention someone had that started when she mistook a guy checking her out when they were actually looking at her friend.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm being mean and ornery. And I shouldn't put it all out on people who've never even glanced my way.

But I deserve a good summer too, right?

My summer was entirely filled with my mother trying to buy me frilly dresses and drag me along with her to her friends dinners where she'd talk about me as if I were her pet or something. Then after that, Azrael, my golden retriever, got hit by a car. To top it all off, I walk in on my dad messing around with his secretary!

Boy did I have a great vacation. Hypocrisy, depression and the desire to spoon my eyes out all rolled into two months!

I sighed. Again, sorry for being mean. It's just that it's 3 am, I'm tired and my room neighbour decided to have a party and the music doesn't seem like it'll get turned off any time soon. And it's not even good music!

I will find out who owns that room and I shall prank them. . . badly. . .

Okay, so maybe I won't. But revenge against those sleep-interrupters sure is a very tempting thought.

I continued flipping through the rule book until I found the section I was looking for; uniforms and dress codes.

Hey, school started tomorrow. I have to look my best for my first day.

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Note;

I'd like to apologize to everyone for breaking my promise. I told you all that I'd start writing again once my June exams were finished with because if I didn't study my rear end off, I'd be in serious trouble (well, I passed everything and I don't have to do any re-writes. Yes!) So therefore I've got some good news, but also some bad news. Good news first; I'm going to post either Watch Me Fall or Half The Sugar Twice The Spice faster than I've been doing. Bad news; the other story will be put on hiatus for a bit. I'm doing it this way for you guys, so please don't hate me too much. Look, my logic is this; it takes me a really long time to update a single chapter of either of my stories. Therefore, to quicken everything up a little, I'll devote all of my attention to one story so the updates should go twice as fast. I'm not sure which story I'll put on hiatus, so your vote might help support the story you want to see more of. Your vote really counts!