I never told you my name did I. Or maybe my mom did already. Oh well, I'm gonna tell you whether you like it or not. The name's Ketsueki, but my friends call me Ketsu. This is the story of how my friends and I lived out school. Enjoy.

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From behind a rocky barrier of mountains rose a huge red eye. The sun. It was cloudy outside, though, and soon the red eye turned to a dim yellow. The clouds moved in past the sun, and it became unseen. I sat up in my bed, and looked to the alarm clock that sat on the table next to me. It was indifferent from any other alarm clock this side of Japan, except for the fact that it was chained to the table to keep it from vibrating off, and onto my head. It took me but three minutes from the time I realized it was already 6:50 to get dressed and out the door. As usual, I had forgotten lunch. Typical day, so far.

I look out the door, and there's KJ, Kuro, Cheru, and the rest of them just passing by my door. I jet outside, and slam the door behind me. Inaudible squeals can be heard coming forth from KJ, and Kuro groans, and then pouts. Cheru just says hi, and looks at me like I have a horseshoe crab on my head. "Why is there a horseshoe crab on your head" says Cheru. Surely enough I reach up to find a rather odd crustacean looking at me. He hops out of my hands and scuttles under the bushes. Not so typical day, so far. We walk down the street for about 38948400594840059482893049 miles and along the way, I notice we've picked up some stragglers. I look over top of them, and I notice spiky, blood red hair. I squeal, and drool some before I pull myself together.

I slowly veer all the way to the left of the group, and I stand next to this person. He's basically dripping with chains and pointless yet attractive accessories. He looks at me and I blush deeply. Something happens and I zone out. All I hear is a yell, and a big thud. I can taste the dust rise up in a cloud around me, and I can feel the burning stares of others. I then come to realize what I had just done.

I had glomped him. Yes, I had indeed just glomped the scariest person in the school. Even scarier than Kuro. "What the fuck was that for?" he says, getting up. But unlike times before, when prettier girls glomped him, he didn't just walk away. He brushed himself off, and then helped me get up. Inside my head, my conscience was screaming "HE TOUCHED ME, HE ACTUALLY TOUCHED ME!" I thought for sure someone was actually going to hear a little nonexistent noise, so I reached into my bag, pulled out a q-tip and screamed at no one in particular "Shut up before I stab you with another cotton swab!" Everyone stared at me, and giggling could be heard. My conscience gasped, sniffled, and began to cry. I ignored it, and we were all on our ways again.

I had depressed a little voice, and made a new friend. Yeah. Not even close to a typical day.