She's The Man
Okay...I wrote this a long time ago so no judgement!
I already know this chapter failed...
Chapter 3:
Amu's P.O.V
As I made my way through my or should I say Kukai's new school, I couldn't help but feel like I was not going to fit in all that well...
While I was thinking about this, I walked into a door, looking up I found that it was my dorm room.
Taking a deep breath I opened the door that lead into a room with 2 single beds and 4 guys.
I doubt we'd be sharing the beds.
They're probably friends with my room mate.
I assumed as I jingled my key.
And of course nearly dropping it.
"Hey!" I said.
Realising I sounded like a girl, I quickly exclaimed "Sup! We are gonna be tight bro!"
I said sounding...what I would call a bad imitation of a guy's voice, or as I would call a pre-puberty donkey.
The guys gave me a WTF look as I cleared my throat and unloaded my bag onto an empty bed.
Well...
That went well...
"Dude, how old are you?" Asked a shirtless blue haired guy.
Realising I must be shorter than a normal guy since I am technically NOT a guy, I said trying to be calm "I skipped a couple of grades! I'm brilliant! SHHH!"
Well...aren't I just the guy I want to be.
As I tried to calm myself down a blonde haired guy with blue eyes suddenly asked me "Hey dude, why do you have tampoons?"
Looking around I saw a small box of tampoon lying on the floor...
OH CRAP! That must have happened when I was tipping out my bag!
Looking around, I desperately looked for something to clear up the mess! "Um...there're for...nose bleeds! THAT'S RIGHT! NOSE BLEEDS! I get REALLY bad nose bleeds!" I exclaimed while casually turning around and asking "You guys never tried it before?"
"Uh...no..." they replied together looking a bit doubtful.
Thinking quickly I opened the box of tampoons took one out, unwrapped it while saying, "You get rid of whatever this is!" I said throwing away the rapper, and then stuck it up my nose.
Yuck.
This has got to be one of the most revolting things I have ever done in my life, but if it means they won't suspect me as some crazy mental issused dude who wears tampoons, then I guess I'm fine.
As I looked at them hoping they would find this reasonable enough, I saw they holding back laughter while going on about what they were previously doing. Okay...
That could have gone better...but hey, it could have gone worse...
Just deep breathe and move on...
"Hey, so when's soccer tryout?"
Soccer tryouts
The soccer coach was going on about greatness when he suddenly said something that caught my attention.
"Find a partner and one of you will be a shirt the other will be a none."
Oh crap!
If I get choosen to be a none then...
I'm doomed!
Come on think of something.
Anything.
"Uh...coach?" I questioned.
"Yes?" He replied looking at me.
"Uh...I have to be a shirt...because...I um...I'M ALLERGIC TO THE SUN!"
Way to go genius!
I mean who's allergic to the sun?
"You're allergic to the sun?" He questioned rhetorically.
Idiot! Idiot!
"Uh...yes! Very allergic! Very very allergic!" I answered.
He looks at me his eyes flashed for a second with doubt.
"Alright! You're a shirt!" The coach said walking away.
Well...
At least you're a shirt...
Who am I kidding!
WHO'S STUPID ENOUGH TO BE ALLERGIC TO THE SUN!
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