Chapter1
Being on a plane is not one of the most favorite things in my life. And yet, here I am now sitting on a plane. A full ten hours of arguing with myself had passed. Half of me wants to stop this flight and go home while the other half wants me to go to America. Only a few hours to purgatory.
Back in Japan, I left a lot of loved ones. I remember grandma telling me the news that we're moving to America. I remember telling my friends about it. I remember everything. All the sleepless nights and all the tears and goodbyes seem like a long time ago now.
I'm on the second semester of being a junior and yet I need to transfer.
On my old school, I was a regular student. On the new school, I will be a castaway- a freak. In my old school not-so-much-more-than-average would be my normal description of the number of us students. It was hard for me to really blend in so being friends with Tomo-chan was really good. Also, tomo-chan introduced me to the regulars who were all nice to me like big brothers.
In my new school which has so many students, it'll be hard for me to find a true friend. It's my first day and I know no one.
Time passed easily and unlucky for me, my parents are going on a business trip and would be back next week so I can't see them yet.
That night, I cried myself o sleep. Tomorrow would be a very dreadful day.
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The unfamiar brightness of the room scared me. Where am I? Oh. Right. I'm here at America. Not Japan. Anymore.
"Young mistress, are you awake?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
Young mistress? I looked around the room. I'm alone so the person can't be referring to anyone else. It can't be grandma. She certainly isn't young.
I walked up the door and opened it. A lady in her twenties wearing a maid outfit was there.
"Good morning, young mistress." She said and bowed down in front of me.
"Anou.. who are you?"
"I'm Cristy, your head personal maid."
"P-personal maid?"
I know that this house is big and all but having my own personal maid is really…different. I tried my best to be normal and all but life here is really weird and grand compared to my former life. I even got two cars and a license I never knew of. A man was also assigned as my driver-slash-bodyguard. I couldn't wrap my mind around things especially the cars- my cars were supposedly a brand new black Mercedes-Benz SLR and bright yellow Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet. They said this was part 1 of my parents' homecoming gift. What would part2 be? Buying a whole mall?
The road to school was short. I see why they bought me a car. Because everyone has one from grandpa old to shiny new.
I took a deep breath as I entered the hall. Okay. Two deep breaths. My heart thumped unevenly. No one is looking. No one is looking.
"Hey miss!" I looked back to see a well, as Tomo-chan described a football player-slash-playboy guy. I know it's rude to ignore people so I decided to talk to him.
"O- ohayou gozaimasu." I greeted. I answered him back, right? I didn't break any rule about manners.
"You're new here, right?"
I nodded.
"I'm Brad. And you are?" He asked raising a brow.
Okay. I can't do this. This guy is seriously trying to flirt with me as Tomo-chan warned me of. Maybe I should use other techniques.
"Gomenasai. I don't understand."
"Oh," He seemed to think about it for a minute, "perhaps I could teach you." He offered with an evil glint in his eyes.
Uh-oh. Wrong move. I'm dead.
"mada mada dane." I heard someone say. The person must be Japanese. I turned to see a cat-eyed guy with black hair that has green highlights to be the source.
"Okay. Gotta go." The guy named Brad suddenly waved at me. "But if you change your mind," he added, "I'll be waiting." He winked at me then disappeared.
It shot shivers through my spine. I do not like where Brad was going.
"Hn." The cat-eyed guy said- renouncing his presence.
"Arigatou." I bowed.
"hn." He repeated. He was certainly not a man of many words. On a daily basis, I would've gone away by now but I felt the urge to restart a conversation.
"I'm Saku-" My low voice was inaudible against the loud ringing of the school bell.
"Where's your locker?" The guy asked, apparently he didn't hear my name.
"I-I'm not really sure. 2-216?"
He began walking so I followed him. We stopped in front of lots of lockers. He slightly banged his fist on one of the lockers. I looked at it, 216. He the walked away.
"Arigatou!" I called after him. He just raised a tennis racket that he was holding.
Maybe school won't be that bad after all.
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First period is English. Okay. Deep breath. I can do this. I knocked on the door.
"Come in." A deep male voice answered.
I walked through the door.
"Ryuzaki Sakuno?" the teacher asked.
I nodded.
He got my slip and pointed to a seat between a girl wearing a ponytail and the cat-eyed guy.
"Arigatou, sensei." I thanked him.
I walked straight ignoring the stares the others are giving me.
"Do you think she's single?" I heard a boy with glasses ask his seatmate.
"Yeah. I guess so." His seatmate answered.
"She's so hot." The glasses guy whispered.
"I know." His seatmate whispered back.
Ugh. I blushed. I stopped listening. The cat-eyed person didn't seem to notice my presence while the girl bowed her head looking like she had something to say. At least I could stay inconspicuous somewhere.
The teacher discussed about lots of stuff that it was already a blur in my mind. Besides, English isn't the thing that I'm good at. Finally, just when I thought that the class would never end, the bell rang.
"Class dismissed." The teacher announced.
"Anou… hi! I'm Ryuzaki Sakuno." I said to the girl beside me.
"Hi Sakuno. I'm Jung Hee Mi." She introduced herself.
"You're Korean?"
"half. How about you? Japanese?"
"Yes.
I noticed that the two rows were all filled with Asians. They were going away already except for me, Mi-chan and the guy beside me.
"How come you're not going out?"
"I… Don't really have to go." She answered.
"How come?"
"I… I'll just stay here with Echizen-kun."
"E-Echizen?"
She pointed to the guy next to me. They look different. She surely isn't his sister. Is she his girlfriend?
As if she could read my mind, she told me, "he's my friend."
"Oh. Why don't you join them?"
"We sort of…don't belong."
I couldn't respond.
"Courtney Love, the head cheerleader, queen bee, most popular girl, head of LIPGLOSS," she aid the last word with disgust, "doesn't like me."
"Why?"
"She thinks I'm flirting with her target."
"Her- who?"
"target. LIPGLOSS is this huge group where cheerleaders belong to. They have a trio there as their, in legal terms, government- the head most powerful. They all have targets. Translation; the guys who are popular that they want to be with so that they'll be more popular."
"Who's her target?"
"Ryoma Echizen-kun."
She noticed the confusion in my eyes.
"Echizen-kun is really good at tennis. He has tons of fan girls. He would be the perfect popular boyfriend for her."
The horror painted on my face had easily caught her attention.
"Courtney wasn't always like that." She informed me. Her eyes were focused on something far away. "She used to be nice to everyone. She used to be my friend. Well, that's what it seemed for me. I didn't know that she was just a plastic. Her intention was evil. She just used me as her personal Asian maid."
I gasped- unable to control myself.
The bell rang. Apparently, I was saved by the bell. How cliché. It was homeroom now.
"Class, due to some circumstances, we need to replace our officers. But don't worry. You can pick anyone."
Everybody was silent.
"Don't be shy." The teacher encouraged.
My classmates weren't shy at all. They voted their former officers.
"Okay. Time for our escort. The teacher shouted.
"Echizen! Echizen!" They chanted in unison.
"Okay. Will there be anyone else who'll compete?"
No one answered.
"okay then. Ryoma, you'll be our escort. How about the muse?"
A girl with blonde hair that was in loose locks stood up. Her hair was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It hung down her waist. Her hair was pale in comparison to her already fair skin. Her face was angelic goddess-like. Her lips were full and cherry pink. She also has amethyst-coloured eyes.
"I'd like to nominate myself." She said then smiled. Her smile was breathtaking.
I wonder if Echizen-san likes her.
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Author's notes:
New story. i hope you like it. Please review.
