My Life
Old Fiat
I'm afraid this chapter is rather OOC. I'm sorry!!!
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Existence twelve: Hajime
I will begin with an introduction.
My name is Hajime Muzuki, I am 15 years old and I go to St. Rudolph. I am the manager for the tennis team. I live with my mother and my father.
My mother is nice, though a bit… eh… strange? She is very bossy and tends to just ignore me. She works as a lawyer and is very good at her job.
My dad also is a lawyer. He tends to joke a lot and wears a lot of black. I don't know how a guy like him ended up with a humorless girl like mom. I guess its okay 'cause they never TALK! Anyway, calm, calm… I'll write about that in a bit. He tends to ignore me a bit too.
My mom and dad don't know about a lot that happens in St. Rudolph.
There's this kid on my tennis team, Yuta Fuji, I taught him how to do a twist spin shot and when you haven't finished growing you can throw out your shoulder when you do it too many times and, well, recently Yuta's been having a sore shoulder. I didn't tell him about it you see, heh…
Then there's Akazawa. Akazawa, in my opinion, lives in the weirdest house-hold on the planet. And his kitchen always smells like curry…
I hate going over to Akazawa's.
Everyone in his house is so nice to each other there and screaming at each other in Hindi and stuff and it just makes me sad. It's also like that in Yuta's house and Atsushi's house and Shinya's and Kaneda's. Everyone is really nice and open and talking to each other all the time and having fun and it makes me just want to cry.
You see in my house no one speaks to each other, no one makes breakfast or dinner or lunch like at Akazawa's. We eat take-out all the time because mom and dad are so busy and sometimes I just end up eating by myself on the weekend. It's okay on Monday through Friday because I'm at school and concentrating too much on school and tennis and stuff, but I go home every other weekend and it's just so lonely at my house.
BUT, no matter how depressed I get I have never tried to commit suicide. Some people think otherwise though. You see, once—only last year—I was making myself something to eat the school kitchen. I couldn't find any mayo, so I hit the counter angrily. But there was a knife sitting blade up, I had used it to cut bread. My hand hit the counter and the knife sunk into my wrist. Luckily one of the students came in and called the hospital and I only have a little scar on my wrist.
Despite the fact I had to repeat the story a million times, people still gave me these 'looks' when they see the scar. It's SO FREAKING ANNOYING!—but I calmly explain again what happened. I think I have the worst luck ever, because even though I've explained it to him repeatedly Shusuke Fuji (Yuta's oniisan) still thinks he scared me into doing it. Vain little—ugh.
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Yay! I've edited this chapter!!!
Right ho. The next chapter will be guest written by Old Fiat n. France! Give her a hand!
Sorry is this chapter was so OOC-ish. I don't like Hajime so I just had a BIG temptation to just put:
"I am Hajime, the stupid creep."
But that would've only been 6 words so…
See ya'll! Review!
-Old Fiat s. Italy
Next chapter is Sengoku.