Alerts aren't working (what else is new?) but I'm going to post this anyway because it's really short and I don't care much about it anyway.

I'm going to post a new one-shot when alerts start working again, though, so look for it. I already typed it : D It really is very short. Like, 300 words. So yeah.

Special thanks to Animelovergirl101, who sat there and reviewed every single chapter in order. I think it's so cool when people just sit there and read the whole story. Thanks! And of course, all of the other spiffy people I love. Terra and Debbie. YAY.

Secret Fifteen

Secret Number Fifteen: I get really nervous before performances.

Which is weird because, you know, I've performed a lot.

Tomo and Fuku kept asking me if I still refused to dance, which I thought was kind of weird. I never said I refused to dance…

So anyway, it was five minutes until gym class and I was sitting in second period shaking like a freaking leaf. I would change into my slutty outfit, we would do the dance, Makato and Sari would look like idiots if they didn't do it, and when it was all over, the stupid drama would be too.

I hoped.

The bell rang, signaling the end of second period, and I practically jumped out of my seat. After gathering my things, I almost ran down the hallway to the locker room from nerves.

The outfit Tomo's sister owned was probably why uniforms were established at Kaibara. The skirt barely covered my underwear, and I constantly felt like the shirt was going to fall off. I had straightened my hair and left it down although I prefer wearing it in a ponytail, I had worn (as Tomo's perverted idea) a black bra that was so easily visible through the rips in the shirt, and a pair of black Converse and black knee high socks. After caking my eyes with punker make up and tying a plain black tie around my neck, I looked in the locker room mirror.

I looked like I had just come from the prostitute convention.

But according to Tomo, that was a good thing.

Sick.

With a final sigh, I washed my hands and walked into the gym with my Yellowcard CD in hand. I saw Tomo and Yuki (dressed like punks themselves) at the other side of the gym and waved like a dumbass. I was going to walk over to them until three people stepped in front of me.

Makato, Sari, and Motoko Minagawa.

"Excuse me…" I said quietly, and tried to walk passed them.

"You're not going anywhere," Makato said.

"And what the hell are you wearing?" Sari snapped, probably mad that my skirt was shorted than hers and my bra was more revealed.

All of a sudden, Motoko just charged at me, forcing me to back up down the hallway. "I saw you yesterday," Motoko sneered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, pretending I didn't know what she was talking about. I knew she meant when Yuki walked me home…

"How dare you kiss Prince Yuki!" Sari shrieked.

WHAT? Like that would ever happen! "I don't know what you're talking about! I've never—"

Before I could explain anything, I was shoved into a hall locker by Makato.

"Nobody messes with the Minagawa sisters," Motoko said, holding up her camera phone. There I was, kissing Prince Yuki outside of the gym, not far from where I was currently shoved into a locker. "Or Prince Yuki!"

"Or Sari!" Sari declared, probably feeling stupid because she wasn't a Minagawa sister. I guess all Minagawas were bitches. But how could they make that picture? It looked so real!

Before I could steal a second glance at it, the phone was put away, the locker was slammed shut, I had a miserable headache, and a lock was placed on the handle outside.

I was stuck, and visions of a shadow holding my hand and a bright white light kept flashing in my mind's eye.

Sorry for the shortness.

Joe wasn't at school today : ( He's sick. And he'll miss the algebra test tomorrow… sigh...

So anyway, I guess I'll be going to the basketball game now… Have a happy Thanksgiving for all you Americans if I don't post anything by then.