A/N: thanks for the….er…..3 reviews. It might not be much but atleast you guys did the effort. To you all others out there who are reading (I hope so) and not reviewing…. but I'm saying this again, to an author, it means a damn lot, so try to review, it only takes a few seconds.

Vacations start

27th December, 2010

New Year's closing in so I decided to start on my holiday homework, since our holidays are only till the 5th of Jan, talk about unfair!

So I chose maths, and naturally I didn't get any of the sums.

Bear in mind next time that if you are a proud, overconfident bitch like me, do NOT jump classes.

So then I tried calling Ishida, who I call in case of urgent help due to being a victim of new innovations in the study department of the Japanese high schools. In other words, when I get paranoid.

"Hello?" I said, calling his landline.

" Mmmm…uhuh..w-who is th-this…?" his voice was unfocused and distracted.

"Did I disturb you?" I asked, a little startled.

"Who is it, Ishida-kun?" came Inoue's voice from the other end of the line.

Okay…..what was she doing at his house at almost nine in the night?

"Y-Yeah…uh- who-who is thi- aaah…" he suddenly went, and I heard Inoue giggle nearby… and all these noises…man, I put the phone down instantly. I had been the recent and sole witness of sexual activity between my two very close friends.

…I don't even wanna know…

So I sat there, trying to stop thinking about that, and the thought of playing my guitar suddenly occurred to me.

At first, it was so damn tempting. You have absolutely no idea of the feelings of an amateur musician who used to live on her guitar and had not seen it for the past 6 months..

Only, I don't think I could…

I haven't played my guitar ever since Nii-san died and Nii-sama left to Amsterdam to some Shaman tribe to find spiritual happiness. Believe me, it was probably good for him, he was a wreck ever since she passed away, but- but I honestly expected more from him.

Nii-sama didn't even care about me, he just left me under the care of Urahara, his secretary, and left. Just like that. I had always thought he had loved no matter how indifferent he acted, even if for the sake of me being his wife's only family, but I guess I had asked too much from him.

Ever since then, I put my guitar in the storeroom. It's been 6 months. No word from him. Urahara and his wife Yoruichi are still taking care of me and the family business until I finish my education and become ready to head the company like all the Kuchiki's have done.

Everything's the same. I used to play the guitar because I was happy.

…..now, I don't think I can find any reason to.

29th December, 2010

OK, guess what? Ichigo Kurosaki is shifting into the house next to mine soon.

AAAARRRGGGGHHH! I wanna rip my hair out! That asshole, living next to me! I'll have to bear with the fact that a huge orange strawberry with a stack of hay for brains is living next-door!

I tell you, I'm one lucky bitch.

A/N: That's it, tell me your feedback! R&R please!

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