College Years
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Kaoru Kamiya, Class Valedictorian of 2005...Ms. Popularity.
Ch 1
I know what your thinking, damn hypocrite. Were in fact I stand by what I
said one hundred percent. I can't stand how high school is was, its just a bunch
of preps and jocks thinking they're better than everyone else. And the parties
and fashion? Its just another excuse to go out on weekends and get drunk and
dress like a whore, while on weekdays your still dressed like a whore so it
really doesn't matter.
How can someone who is in fact at the top of it all possibly hate it? Easy I
never asked nor did I ever want it, and I can't figure out for the life of me
why anybody let alone the whole school would deem me popular.
Alright so the whole school does not deem me popular or even worthy, I over
exaggerate so sue me; but the choice few who do hate me, although ironic is
because I am Ms. Popularity. Wanting what they can't have, eaten away by envy and
jealousy, set bent on making my life a living hell, Ms. Yumi (needs a last
name...) and her friends.
Totally different from each other she fully despises me for it, which I don't
understand cause I'd think her out of anybody would be overjoyed to know
that; people around school say its because everybody including the rejects…wait no
the people who are in truth more fun to be around and have a conversation
with, like me. Making me one up then her, putting her second in show.
Yes, I know there are two of us? Oh yeah and let me tell you Yumi encompasses
everything that I absolutely loathe about high school. Now her I can truly
say I hate.
Which brings me back to this glorious day, and why tonight I am going to let
loose and go crazy Broadway style…err that's what Misao says anyways.
An hour later and I'm still at this freakin' hell hole they call a school
helping to clean up…of course I was unable to say no when they asked, what can I
say I'm a softy.
'Sigh, why do I always…'
"Kaoru!" I turn to see none other than Misao, coming towards me calling my
name, "Kaoru! What d you think, we're going to spend all day here," asked a
miffed Misao finally reaching me.
"Of course not, Misao but…"
"My point exactly! Now lets go! I finally convince you to go partying with
me, and we spend the better half of the day helping clean up, when we could have
used this time to pick out what your going to wear. You know what that means
don't you, less time at the mall not to mention getting you ready," said
Misao hands on her hips.
Sweat dropping I let out a nervous laugh, I can't believe I never considered
the possibilities of Misao taking me on one of her little mall expeditions.
As if reading my mind Misao says, " Well of course we're going to the mall,
you can't go to a party wearing just anything."
"Ok. Ok. Let me just help them take down the banner and then we can go."
With a roll of her eyes and a nod, I can't help but smile at her.
Misao Makimachi, the one and only other person on the A list that I can
stand. I realize that right now might not put her in a good light, but trust me
when I say that Misao is not anything like the rest of the them. She may seem
like that now but that's only cause I never really go out partying with her; what
can you do she's excited.
Any ways, best friends since Kindergarten, Misao has taken it upon herself to
set the trends at Osaka High; but what a shocker it was when she first
realized she was the person who's style everybody wanted to have.
Talk about a scary time, Misao was angry for weeks. Her like me could not
believe that the people who she found despicable looked to her for what to wear…
she eventually came to terms with it, but I think still to some degree she
hates it.
Securing myself on to the ladder as to not fall, I had untied one end of the
banner when I heard the voice of the one person I hoped I'd never have to see
after graduation; forcing down a grumble, I look down at Yumi.
"What do you want, Yumi?"
"Now why do you think that I want something? Can't a girl just come over and
say hi to one of her friends, " said Yumi in a bogus attempt at sounding
hurt.
Making a very un ladylike grunt, I look at her disbelievingly.
"Fine then, but I was only trying to be the bigger person and bury the
hatchet to this silly little rivalry," said Yumi sounding almost civilized.
"Yeah when pigs fly," was my sarcastic remark.
"Or when you do!" said Yumi pushing the ladder that I was on, sending it
tittering.
That son of a-excuse my language- BITCH! All that just so she could have some
lame ass attempt at hurting me!
For a split second it looked as if I was going to keep all my bones intact,
letting out a sigh of relief I look down to see Yumi looking up at me, getting
ready to give it one final little push to send it toppling over, along with
me.
If there was any shred of kindness in that cold hearted bitch, this was the
time for it to shine; I didn't even notice that I had been holding my breath,
until…
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Oh frickin' crap this was it I was goin' to die…ok so maybe I wasn't goin'
to die but I was most likely going to break some bones; waiting to hit the
ground, I shut my eyes, bracing for impact.
Hitting what I thought was the ground, it didn't hurt as bad as I thought.
In fact it didn't hurt at all, it actually felt…nice and secure.
That couldn't be right, opening my eyes I found myself looking into the most
amazing amethyst eyes I had ever seen.
AN: DUN DUN DUN! lol ok so that's chapter one. What do you think? Give me
your complete and honest opinion. freaking A before i forget special thanks to midnight song! thank you so much for editing this for me! (grins)