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Sisters
By- Xplicit
Chapter Two-
First Day
-Sora-
- I can't believe it, I'm late for the first day of classes already! -
- So you'll make a grand entrance and make a spectacle of yourself. -
- You know, you're really no help at all. -
- But I'm good company aren't I? -
I was madly dashing down the empty hallway with my bag bouncing and hitting my
back (even though the rules stated in bold letters in the thick fat book I
received yesterday that, there will be 'ABSOLUTELY NO RUNNING' in the hallways). So every time that I would
approach or near a classroom door, I would slow down to casual walking and gave
the teacher in that particular classroom a bright smile, and they would just
stare at me as if I was some retarded new girl. In one particular classroom, I
once spotted the boy Mimi and I encountered yesterday, and it seemed like
he wasn't paying attention to the teacher since he noticed me at the door and
sent me one of those chilling glares. I froze momentarily and
cringed. Afterwards, I continued my frantic running.
- Enjoying attracting attention? –
- Never. -
"E 203, room 203, ah here it is. I made it..."
I sighed and grabbed onto the doorknob and leaned against it, gasping for much needed breath. God, I'm so out of shape, and it looks like my whole school schedule is having me run all over the place. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone saw me passed out at a water fountain during the break between classes. I wouldn't really mind having that cool water splash against my face, although I'd really much prefer to drown instead.
Mmm... water...
- How late am I? -
- Only 15 minutes late. -
- Only? I have a feeling today was going to be a bad day. -
Hesitantly, I opened the door and immediately, a sea of heads simultaneously
turned to gawk at me. It was scary. My backpack slid off my shoulders with a
thud.
"Well, how nice of you to join us, Miss Takenouchi." came a steely voice from the front of the room.
A tall, skinny, middle-aged woman dressed in a black dress, gave me the meanest look, but I wouldn't be surprised if her genetics graced her with that and she was born with that face. For a moment there she looked like one those witches in a storybook, you know, the ones that eat babies? But it looked like she'd rather be having me for dinner at the moment.
- Yep, a really bad day to start off with. -
"Ah… yes," I reached down and picking up my backpack and slinging it
around my shoulders again, "I'm sorry about that Hanasuki-sensei,
but I..."
"There are no 'buts' with being late Miss Takenouchi! Either you are or you aren't." she cut me off with a cold voice. I shuddered.
My instinct nature decided to argue with her about my belated punctuality, but now I know that it's not greatly looked upon in this school. "Yes I know, however..."
"Every other student has managed to make it on time, yet you
could not." I looked around to see the sea of faces, some
sympathetic, most snickering at my tardiness. But I felt like I was being put
on the spotlight and was defenseless against the pressure. God, why do teachers
keep on picking on me! This is my first day for god fricken
sake!
"I'm sorry." I apologized again, and I looked to the ground, trying
to hide my burning face from everyone's amused stares.
"Well, for your punishment, it will be to write a 2000 word essay on how you think your lateness affected yourself and your fellow classmates. You may sit down."
- 2000 words? For being 15 minutes late! -
- I hate her already. -
I thanked her with a small voice and started to look around for a seat. There
was an empty desk at the back and I hurried there. Maybe I could hide myself
behind my desk and slowly melt away into a puddle, and then later mopped up by
the custodian.
"Excuse me? May I sit down here?" I whispered to the guy sitting to the left of me, already setting my backpack down by the leg of the desk.
He turned to look at me with a deadpan face.
- Wow, maybe today won't be such a bad day for you Sor.
-
This guy is seriously gorgeous; pale skin, golden blond hair that partially
masked his beautiful eyes of sapphire. Forget the water fountain; I rather
drown in his eyes! I felt my cheeks flush. Wait, no, am I checking him out? Noo... no I'm not, I don't do that stuff. But, oh
my god, I want to touch him.
He would have been Mr. Wonderful if he replied with a smile and said 'yes', but then he gave me the hardest look as if he didn't approve anything about me. Immediately, I felt my heart deflate like one of Mimi's inflatable chairs that I let the air out of.
"It's a free world." He muttered impassively and turned away.
- Looks like you're not magnetic enough to attract a guy like that Sor. -
- Oh be quiet. -
I plopped down on my seat, feeling quite miserable; you can just imagine the rain cloud above my head pouring down on me. I had high expectations for this school. But then...
"Hi." said a soft voice next to me. It was so quiet, if I wasn't distracted I wouldn't have heard it. I turned my head quickly to my right hearing the first nice word said to me this morning, to see a pretty, petite looking girl smiling at me.
"Never mind Yamato, he never speaks to anyone. My name's Miyako."
I smiled back. "Hi my name's..."
"Sora Takenouchi, I know. You and your sister just arrived today."
"Yeah..."
"Don't worry, I'll help you out, I'd hate to see you get lost in this school."
"Thanks." I was glad I made a new friend so quickly, it seemed like it was so hard in a school like this; so far everyone I met were either mean or had something stuck up their 'you know where'. This girl didn't look my age though. She actually looked like she was two or so years younger than everyone else in this room.
"You're-"
"I'm actually two years younger
than everyone in here." She replied with a smile, as if knowing exactly was
going through my mind. "I get that a lot, but genius should be promoted to
higher learning, no?"
"If you girls don't mind, some people are trying to learn." On my
other side, Yamato glared at us with irritation apparent in his voice. He was
gripping onto his pencil quite tightly and it looked like it was about to snap
in half.
"Sorry, sorry." I apologized quietly and opened up a thick science textbook. Already I feel kind of dizzy with all this new information from a very much enriched school's book. I don't deserve this- the school AND the treatment I'm getting.
Mimi, you're so cruel.
"Psst." Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked back to see a brunette boy with big bushy hair and soft chocolate brown eyes.
"Hi, my name's Taichi. Don't you worry about Mr. stuffed shirt here." he said, gesturing to Yamato, I looked over to see if he heard, but if he did, he didn't acknowledge it. He just kept his gaze locked on Hanasuki-sensei.
"Tell me about yourself and what a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?" Taichi said with a lazy smile, leaning his shoulders on his desk so that he was closer to me.
I was charmed by his grin and found myself smiling back. Maybe this school isn't so bad after all...
- Whoo Hoo! You go girl. This guy's a looker! At least he's nicer than that hard case next to you. If I were you I'd make a move fast before he changes his mind. -
- What are you talking about? You are me. -
- Then what am I waiting for? -
I blushed. "Well I..."
"Miss Takenouchi, is there something more interesting than my lesson down the back? You appear to be facing the wrong way." called Hanasuki-sensei.
I jumped and whipped around in my seat quickly and bit my lower lip, flushing madly. Everyone was staring at me again. I hate to be the center of attention. For some reason I glanced at Yamato, but he didn't even turn his head, he was busy writing notes in his binder.
"No, I was just...just...ah..."
- What am I going to say? That I was just chatting with some hot guy I just met? -
- Why not? It's true isn't it? -
- No, of course not! -
- Then what would you call it? Would you call it a Science lesson in chemistry, majoring in flirting? -
- Have I ever told you that you are such a bitch sometimes? -
- You say it like it's a bad thing. -
"Yes, do tell, Miss Takenouchi I'm sure the entire class would like to know what you were just doing." Hanasuki-sensei's hands were now at her hips and it seemed that I was slowly cutting away at her patience. She's going to eat me alive; already thinking of boiling up her cauldron. I just know it.
I was about to speak when Taichi abruptly stood up in his seat. "Sorry Hanasuki-sensei, it was my fault for distracting her. I was asking her a question that I didn't quite get."
I looked up at him with wide eyes and he just winked down at me.
Hanasuki-sensei flatly huffed. "Well, next time ask me instead of disrupting everyone else."
"Yes, Hanasuki-sensei." Taichi said, grinning, and then falling back down to his seat almost gracelessly but with some sense of style. He turned to flash a smile at my gawking face which had its lower half of my jaw just dangling. I turned to my desk and stared at the tiny inscriptions on the desk. I never looked up for the rest of the class.
I managed to make it through the rest of Science without another scene, and when we were dismissed I breathed in a sigh of relief. If I could barely make it through science alive, how am I going to survive my other classes? God has no mercy, if he did, he sure as hell didn't like me at all.
I stood up and packed my textbooks in my backpack when a note fluttered onto my table. Could it be for me? I shouldn't... someone must have dropped- too late, I opened it:
'Sora, Meet me for lunch outside in the central courtyard.'
-Taichi. ;)
I looked up from the note and saw Taichi head out the door giving me a big wink and blowing me a kiss. I smiled until I saw Yamato glaring at me from the doorway following Taichi out the door. I froze and instinctively held my breath. He looked away and then left without a backwards glance.
I sighed.
- Tell me again, is this a good day or a bad day so far? -
- Think, wide open meadow. -
-Mimi-
Bored, Bored, Bored
I was walking along the vast never-ending corridor, which led to my locker all the while staring at the sea of blank faces too caught up with studying to notice anything else. I would sometimes step right in front of them while they were walking in the hallway wit their noses buried in their books, and they were just like toys that were going up against the wall, continually bumping into it, or rather, me, until it ran out of batteries, but in this case, I stepped out of their way and they kept on walking.
You see, that was how bored I was. The things I do for Sora…
Man, these students are freaks. But, come on… "I wish something even relatively exciting would appear to mildly astound me."
But I spoke to soon.
"Ugh, me and my big mouth…" I groaned as I saw a familiar face heading towards me with his laid back walk and conceited grin. Well, isn't it prissy mama's boy...
"I said something relatively exciting, not someone mentally insane to appear." I said loud enough for him to hear.
He stopped in his tracks and his features hardened as he recognized me. "You."
"You can also call me Mimi, you know."
"I just came to warn you that I plan to..."
"Yes, yes, to expose me. I got the message loud and clear yesterday morning." I smiled my sweetest smile, which seemed to throw him off track for a moment. "You know what, we've met each other a total of two times yet I still don't know your name. Do you even have one?" I snickered. For some reason I find this fun.
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Why would you want to know?" He retorted.
"Well, until you expose me, we're going to be schoolmates and I'd really like to be able to call out your name if I ever see you instead of maybe using a bunch of descriptivism. You wouldn't want to hear a voice shouting 'Hey you there! With the permanently angry face!' now would you?"
His face twisted in confusion. "I have an angry face?"
"Well, now the point I'm trying to make across is that even if we can't be friends or acquaintances we should at least be civil. Isn't that right?"
He paused as if thinking over my logic.
"Michael. Just call me Michael."
I grinned. Ah, now we're going somewhere. Bastard.
"Now how hard was that? How do you do Michael?"
"This doesn't make us friends."
"Of course, what's your next class?"
"I'm still going to get you kicked out of school."
"I understand. I have Chemistry next."
"Maybe you should go back to your pathetic public school where you'd fit in with all the other low class freaks."
I stared at him with intense eyes. Well now, that was pushing things a bit far wasn't it? And I could see he sensed his triumph for I had quit trying to make conversation with this arrogant jerk.
He smiled evilly.
"Cherish your moments here. There'll be very few of them left." He brushed past me, and again I was left alone.
"Nice talking to you, Michael! We should catch up again sometime!"
Only with my last sentence, you should substitute the, 'We' for, 'You', and the, 'should catch up again sometime.' for, 'can go to hell and stay there.'