CHAPTER 2

Next week arrives…

Amu's alarm clock rings

"Mmh…urgh. I-I don't want to…I don't want! I don't w-want to! NO! Ugh…OW!"

I sat up on the floor after falling off my bed, and rubbed my head. Stupid dream! I looked around myself hazily, and squinted at the bright sunlight that shown through my window. Then I turned around and scrambled on my bedside table for my alarm clock. "6:33". Crap. I have to face another day of school. Oh, but no! This is not any ordinary day of school! This day just so happens to be my death day. The day that that little Ikuto Tsukiyomi bastard is coming to our school!

I immediately got up from the floor and marched toward the bathroom.

"Today is going to be the day that I die. I love you mom and Ami Chan," I said to myself as I squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

"Yoo err gooing choo vee inwinchivle, yoo hur dat, Amu Chan?" I said to myself while brushing my teeth.

Spits into sink

Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror and growled.

"FIGHT! AMU, FIGHT!"

I walked out of my bathroom and towards my closet. It opened with a little creak like it usually did. I pulled out my red tie, my white blouse, my gray cashmere sweater, and my black pleated skirt. Then, I rummaged through my drawer for a pair of skin-toned tights. "You will not let Ikuto Tsukiyomi ruin your mood, you hear that?" I growled at myself, pulling my tights up my legs. RIPS! "Oh my god! My tights! UGH! Amu Chan, you cannot let him get to you! Look at what he did to your tights! He's already making your life worse!" I yelled angrily. I jumped off my bed and searched for another pair of skin-toned tights. Carefully, I slipped them on slower. Finally, I was done dressing. I was about to walk out of my room, when I realized I forgot to put on my school uniform jacket too. I opened my closet and snatched it, and then I walked out of my room. I put on my jacket on the way downstairs, and smelled mom's breakfast wafting in the air.

"Ah, Amu Chan! Breakfast is ready. You came just in time!" Mom exclaimed happily.

"What did you make for me?" I asked her.

"Eggs, some porridge, and toast."

"Do you want some milk?" She asked a minute later.

"No, thank you. I'm fine, mom."

"Okay then. Eat up!"

After mom left the kitchen, I sat down and sighed. I looked down at the table and stared at the food that mom made for me. I wasn't even hungry at all. I just felt like going back to sleep. Instead, I slumped in my chair for a good amount of time and said to myself, "Amu Chan, I thought you were going to fight. This morning, you were so determined, but what's going on with you now? You must not let mom know that you are troubled, or she will be worried again. Come on, Amu. Fight! Fight!"

In no time, my enthusiasm was back and I felt very determined and powerful again. I looked down at the table once more and grabbed my spoon. I started digging into my food really fast, and stuffed my mouth with every amount of food I could get on my spoon. Because I was so gritty, I chomped on my food so hard that I accidentally bit my tongue.

"Ow…ow…Oh god, this is so painful!" I flinched. Straining to swallow my food, I got up from the dining table and decided that I should already be on the way to school. Without even finishing my breakfast, I yelled, "Mom! I'm leaving now! I haven't finished my breakfast, so you can just save it and put it away in the fridge, okay?"

"Wait, Amu Chan!"

I slipped on my shoes and dashed out the door before my mom could stop me. I was most definitely ready to fight!