Ironic Scenario Chapter 9

Author: Kittycat_2312

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Final Fantasy VII.

Rating: T

A/N: I will try to update as fast as possible, not easy and sorry if it takes forever sometimes, I work on it everyday. And I AM sorry if it's taking forever, I understand how annoyingg it is when a story doesn't update for a while. I get that a low. Pisses me off to.


In the Previous Chapter:

"Where the hell are you...." I mutter as I continued to dig in, "Where the hell are you.."

Flipping my bag over, I empty the entire content over my bed. Shifting a few things around, I continue to search for the letter, "Where the hell ARE you?! Stupid stupid life destroyer...." I cursed.

Opening every individual book, I flip them over and violently shake them to see if the letter is inside. Every now and then some loose pieces of paper would fall off, none of them where the letter, "Where are you, you little vermin. Just where are you hiding."

After failing at finding it in my books, I shove all of the books onto the floor, still searching for it, "What a way to spend a darn Friday night...."

Sitting up, I look around my floor: No letter. Turning back towards my bed: No letter.

Last possibility, grabbing my back, I as good as ripped it open. Though thankfully it didn't break. Darting my eyes back and forth, I came to one conclusion:

It's not there.


This is bad. This is really bad.

No.

Wait.

This was BEYOND really REALLY bad.

This is a disaster.

This is a catastrophe.

The letter isn't there.

The letter is gone.

Gone.

Disappeared.

Vanished...... POOF

Like some sort if Magician came and said, "Abra Kadabra" to the letter and the next thing you know: it's gone.

Terrific.

Just plain terrific.

Now the whole night, instead of having it ruined by the letter's next clue, or whatever it says in it, I have to have my mind pre-occupied on WHERE THE HELL the STUPID LETTER made itself EVAPORATE TO!!

Like I said: Terrific.

Just plain terrific.

'It's still in your locker Yuffie. It has to be. Where else could it have gone to?! Where else could it have disappeared of to?! So tomorrow, after practice, I'll will just go to my locker and get it. Then I can come home, read it, and get it over with. Simple right? No big deal. So come on Yuffie! Just forget about it and sleep!! We need to get up early!!......9 am...... So let's sleep. It will be there tomorrow. No big deal. Just lie your head down, and let your eyes close and bring you of to dream world!'

"AARRGGHH" This was NOT helping.

Note to self: don't pep talk to self. It's just pathetic, plus, did it help?

I think not.

'W-What if... What if Vincent got it?!' Stop being so negative!! 'I'm being realistic!' How would Vincent have gotten it? It's beyond unrealistic!! 'It's plenty realistic!! We put it in our bag, what are the chances that it disappeared just like that? Zilch.' I bit my tongue in response. This was not helping, best case scenario, or at least the best one I can think of is that: It's still in my locker, that I only imagined putting it in my bag.

Worst case scenario: Vincent has it....

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9 am

"I'M LATE!!!!" I helplessly scream.

Shit.

Damn it.

This stupid alarm clock FAILED me!! IT FAILED ME!! The store said it was 100% guaranteed to wake anyone up!! I needed it only for today.... or any other practice day..... Just so I could wake up darn it. Just so I wouldn't be late. What an impression I'm gunna be making aren't I?

Bursting out of the door, about a mili-second after I grabbed my bag, I dash towards the school, sprinting as fast as my legs would take me, not caring if I ran past a traffic light. Or if I bashed into anyone for that matter. If I remember correctly, I think it is also possible that I screamed to a car, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!" while I was crossing a road where the walking sign was in a red light. People must have thought I was psycho. Or I could be just imagining things....... That's a slightly more cheerful thought. I was also near 100% certain that someone was shouting at me from a nearby car, if not the same car I shouted at, "ARE YOU TRING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?"

But still, ignoring every side-remark I heard as I ran, I kept on running. As fast as I could push myself, which believe it or not was actually QUIET far. Once I eyed the school gates ahead of me, I sprinted off even faster, already panting for more breathe, my lungs I swear were on fire, I had cramps on my sides and other parts and my vision was getting blurry. Stopping just as I passed the gate, I arch forward to try and catch my breathe, my hands falling onto my knees for support, "Damn it, what time is it?"

Standing up straight again, or as straight as I could go, I look at my watch.

9:05 am

..............................

".............................. "

You've got to be kidding me.

I made it to school in 5 minutes....

5 minutes...

5 MINUTES?!?!

IT TAKES ME 30 MINUTES TO GET FROM HOUSE TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY!! AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I GET HERE IN 5 MINUTES?!

Helplessly collapsing onto the ground, I allow my lungs to get its fill on air, "Sara. Where is Sara.... I CAN'T GET UP!!" I moaned into the ground, breathing in concrete.

"You okay?"

Flinching, I jump up at the sound, jolting my head towards the voice.

..............................

Did it just HAVE to be Vincent? It's so predictable.

"Course, why wouldn't I be? I'm healthy as a bird. Totally fine!" I was so lying. I'm exhausted, from sleeping late and from dashing here in 5 bloody minutes.

"You're lying." He bluntly answers.

"NO I'M NOT!!" I snap, how dare he tell me what to do!!

"Yes, you are."

"PROVE IT!! I BET YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!!!"

"You buttoned up your shirt wrong."

Stopping short, I analyze my shirt.

He was right.

My buttoning was wrong.

Totally wrong.

Just like a child doing up their own shirt for the first time. I felt my face turn tomato red from the root of my hair, thinking of a smart comeback to that, "W-Well... Um... IT'S NOT OF YOUR BUSINESS! Ya... IT'S NONE OF YOU'RE BUSINESS!!"

"Maybe not."

Silence.

Now what?

"I-I gotta change..." I try to bravely say, keeping my pride together, "See ya later!"

"See you." He returned the farewell without hesitation.

Satisfied, in a sense, I headed towards the changing room, quickly getting ready for another humiliating section in my life. Vincent was here, as well as the entire newspaper club I'm sure, watching my performance as a new team member, they'll be taking pictures, notes, asking question..... all that stuff. And I bet you 10 bucks that Reno is going to be there as well, probably with a head tie around his head and a megaphone to boot. Pulling my team shirt down, I shoved my things into my locker and locked it. Stopping short, I took deep gust of breathes, slowly erasing all the cramps that once covered my body, then I headed to the door, stopping before I opened it again. I was making a big deal out of nothing, again. Trying to open the door without a care in the world, I headed over to the indoor basketball court, where no doubt everyone was waiting.

And again, just as I suspected: they were all there.

Vincent was there, sat relaxed at the very back of the bleachers, laptop on his lap, typing away with a serious look plastered across his face. No doubt finishing one essay or another, if not he would be finishing off another project or homework....... Or something along those lines. The newspaper club was scattered around the bleachers, some at the front, some at the back, some even in the middle, you get the point for this as well. One girl in specific though caught my eye, she was making 'goo goo gaa gaa' at eyes Vincent and was sitting on the same row as him, but as far away as the bleachers could separate them as well. She was more or less focused on the sheet of paper in front of her, pencil at hand, ready to take notes, but you could still OBVIOUSLY see the occasional glances she was making at him, battering her eyebrows and having that school-girl smile spread across her face, breaking out into a baby pink blush as she does so.

It was pathetic.

She looked so out of place in here.

Looking away, I could see Reno at the front and center, wearing a Yuffie band on his head and a megaphone in one hand. I sweat-dropped. Wasn't that a little TOO much? He didn't need to over-exaggurate it... And someone owes me my 10 bucks for getting it spot on correct!!

"YUFFIE!!" Sara called out to me, smiling from the center of the group of girls, "You made it!! And you're not even the latest! We're still waiting for one or two more, come on over!! And I thought you said you could never wake up this early on a Saturday morning!! Well here you are!!"

Taking a step towards her, I felt every eye in the room turn me. Chin held up, I walked over to Sara and the rest of my team, I continued ignoring Vincent's eyes, that anonymous girl who was crushing over the love of my life, the head-over heels boy that's in love with me and that I just want to get ride of more than nearly anything, and the 'news reporters' that were going to say things about me and print them all over the front cover so everyone would know the name, "YUFFIE".

Oh how thrilling.

"We should get started soon! The main star is now here! Aren't ya Yuff?" She raises her eyebrow suggestively, earning some of her team rolling their eyes at her taste of joke, "JJOOKKKEE!!Bet I fooled ya!!"

Sweat-dropping I slowed down my step towards them and came to a halt at a reasonable distance, not to close not to far, but still feeling everyone's eyes on me. Was it going to be like this ALL the time?!

You can't be serious, anyone could succumb under pressure from this..... this lot of people......

Sigh, I can get through this. Just face it. When this is over, go to your locker, get the darn letter, and leave. Don't make a big deal out of nothing.


A.N: Sorry again if I don't update often, In any of my stories.

AND BIG THANKS TO: ALWAYS-KH!!!