Although this story was a whim, I would like some criticism. Nudge nudge hint hint. Anyway, I've thought about what I want to do with this story And I notice all the things I think about it sounds like Kodocha, So, I've decided to just write it for better or for worse. So, Here's chapter two… I hope you like and hope you *cough* leave a comment *cough*
Riko awoke the next morning with a sneeze which ruptured into a bloody nose.
"Great," She hissed as she shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom to shove toilet paper up her nostril. Riko scratched her arms and was upset to see itchy bumps appearing on her pale arms from the chlorine. Riko's bedding had been hung up to dry and put back on her bed without washing the disgusting stuff out. Riko had been itchy all night and had hardly slept. Riko ran water over her arms in an attempt to wash the chlorine off.
As soon as her nose stopped bleeding Riko grabbed a clump of her hair and sniffed it. Chlorine, even after her forty five minute scrubbing session the night before, her hair still smelled like chlorine. Riko growled before she went back to her room and got ready for the day.
Riko was happy she wasn't required to wear a school uniform this time but she felt annoyed that she couldn't find any clothes to wear at all. Riko opened all three of her boxes and dumped the contents onto her floor. Papers nick knacks, toys, and jewelry littered the floor, but she couldn't find any of her clothes. Except for: her pajamas her old schools outfit, and the clothes she had traveled in, a skin tight black shirt with a low v-neck and a pair of pants with so many rips in them they were too uncomfortable to wear.
Riko jumped over her things as she went to the hall and shouted down the stairway.
"Hey mom, where are my clothes?" Riko shouted,
"We didn't have enough room to bring some of your things, we probably left them back at the old house," Her mother's calmly cold voice answered. Riko felt her fingers claw at the railing as a surge of anger stabbed at her stomach.
"Then what the hell am I supposed to wear…" Riko growled before turning to go back into her room.
"Did you leave my stuff?" she could hear Ryu's horrified voice ask,
"Of course not sweetie, we packed your stuff first. Your procrastinating sister didn't pack until the last moment," Her mother said in an overly sweet voice. Riko slammed her door shut and made a face.
"I didn't even pack; you packed for me because I was in school." She muttered under her breath. Riko stared at her few meager clothes on the ground and debated what to do. The black shirt would have to do but she didn't want to wear her old school skirt with it. Riko sized the pair of holy pants up, she found a pair of scissors in her belongings and snipped both the legs of the pants at the highest rips before ripping them the rest of the way. She then put them on and slipped her black shirt on. Finding her old messenger bag Riko shoved a notebook, her sketchbook and a bunch of pens and pencils into it. She then dug around her things finding any extra coins or cash that had been shoved randomly into jewelry boxes, notebooks, books through the years. She shoved about forty five dollars worth of change into her pocket before she stumbled out of her room and downstairs.
Ryu sat at the table finishing what looked like a breakfast set for a king. Riko's mother looked at Riko's outfit with a disapproving sneer. Riko ignored her mother while she looked for a mug in the boxes set out all over the kitchen. She finally found one with a Kitten on the side. Riko stopped short when she found it; slowly she traced the picture with her finger before she grabbed the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. Riko noticed that Ryu was watching her so she very maturely stuck her tongue out at him.
"Your hair's a mess," Ryu commented almost sweetly, Riko rolled her eyes but she swallowed her cup of coffee before running back upstairs to do something about it.
Riko brushed through the tangles quickly before tossing it into a bun of sorts. She looked at her reflection resentfully before going back downstairs to the front door.
"I'm leaving now," Riko said shortly as she shoved her feet into her shoes. She felt her pocket full of change bounce against her thigh as she jumped up and froze when it jingled. When her family didn't react Riko sighed and left through the door. Quickly she walked away and when she was out of sight of her house Riko dropped onto her knees and pulled her change out of her pocket and shoved it into her bag.
"There," She said as she stood back up, Riko began to walk her way to school looking around herself this time instead of watching the street signs.
The area she lived in was full of big, expensive looking houses. But as she walked and moved closer and closer to the school Riko noticed that the houses became more dingy, run down.
"We must live on the edge of Snot-Ville and Slums…" Riko said muttered as she walked.
She had just come into view of the school when she heard the first bell ring.
"Shit!" She cursed under her breath as she bolted the rest of the way to the school.
"Running late on the first day?" The shrewish secretary lady asked her as she breezed into the counseling office.
"Is Mr. Wakaoji in?" Riko asked ignoring the smirk the lady was giving her. The woman rolled her eyes.
"Please, He is Dr. Wakaoji to you missy. Got that? DR. Wakaoji," The woman stressed, her nasally voice grating on Riko's nerves.
"Yeah, whatever, is Dr. Wakaoji in?" Riko asked straining her voice into an imitation of the secretary's annoying voice. The woman twitched before nodding stiffly. Riko didn't wait to walk quickly into Wakaoji's office; Dr. Wakaoji looked up at her before smiling.
"Hey! I was wondering when my favorite person would show up today," He said, despite herself Riko blushed.
"Hey," Riko said shyly as she self consciously pushed her bangs out of her eyes. "Did you get my schedule printed?" she asked as she flopped into the chair right across from Dr. Wakaoji. The handsome man kept smiling as he nodded and pulled out a piece of paper out of a folder on his desk and handed it over to Riko.
"First Period P.E." Riko groaned; Dr. Wakaoji's smile stayed kind although his eyes seemed to grow puzzled as Riko ran scenarios through her mind.
Riko never had been one for sports. At her last school she had fallen over once and ended up spraining her ankle. She was light weight so thrown easily and had no muscle to speak of so her team always lost cause the "little weak girly girl" had no ability what so ever. Riko sighed as she tugged a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Is there a problem?" Wakaoji asked; Riko looked up at the man as he glanced at the schedule in her hand then to her face. Riko rolled her eyes.
"First period PE," she repeated, before sticking her tongue out. "Ew," Wakaoji laughed before shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, but there was only one opening in a PE credit class." Dr. Wakaoji said still chuckling. "It's a rough class, but I think you can handle it," He said with a wink.
"Sounds... great..." she said as she tried to make a scenario in her mind that didn't end up with her in full body cast in the hospital, she failed of course. Dr. Wakaoji wrote something on a slip of paper before handing it to Riko.
"Here, this will excuse you from being late, but be sure to be on time the rest of this week," Wakaoji smiled again at Riko as she stood up and headed to the door.
Riko glanced at the room number she was supposed to find, she found it without too much trouble. But when she poked her head in expecting to see a bunch of girls shooting hoops or doing archery she was surprised by what she did see.
The class was filled with both girls and boys, and they were waltzing.
YAY! I've had this chapter done for a couple of weeks and kept trying to write more to it. And it wasn't working, SO…. I ended it here and then planned to move on next chapter. Of course I keep wanting to go through it and change it to 1st person, but I don't know if I really really want to do that. SO we'll see what happens
