Me: Hey guys! Chapter 2 is out~!
Natsume: Great…
Mikan: Yay! Omedetto!
Natsume: NatsumesSoulmate does not own Gakuen Alice, even if she'd sell her soul to Gandhi.
Mikan: Who's Gandhi?
Natsume: …
Ruka: Hey, I'm in this chapter!!
Me: Yeah! I know!
Ruka: Ahahahaha!!
Natsume: Shut up already!
Mikan: …
Ruka: …
Me: …
Chapter 2: The Dilemma
Hotaru was the one who would always be the one to claim my trophies on stage.
I was thinking about this while heading to my room.
"Why don't you be the one to get them?" She said before.
"Cause' then I'll have to take my helmet off to not look stupid in front of the paps, it'll just be trouble. You get them alright?"
Well, she is my manager, right? It's her job. She would have to stay and talk to the people and, blah, blah, blah. And I get to stay in my room and pamper myself.
Another good thing 'bout being a racer: You get your own room. And, if you've got as much awards as the kinds of cake I have in my refrigerator, you wouldn't wanna go out. Complete with a 65" flat screen TV, indoor pool, Jacuzzi, and my two most favorite, the arcade room, which I had extended my room for, consisting of Guitar Hero, Dance Dance Revolution, UFO catcher, Fast and the Furious Tokyo Drift, and Mototrac. And, the food storage room! This room is a different area from the kitchen, and this is where I hide all of my treasured goodies! Like the different kinds of chocolate from Switzerland, the perfect Crème Brule from France, etc. Practically, it's heaven.
I unlocked the door and checked the clock on my wall. 5:33 pm. Hmm… What to do… What to do… As I approached my vanity mirror, I removed my helmet and brushed my long, brown, wavy hair. My grandfather would always tell me before, but that was the thing I didn't believe in the most. Maybe because then, I had braces, I was fat, and I was 10. You gotta thank God for all the great assets he's given you right? I'm 19, I have long legs, people even often mistaken me as a runner, I have milky white, smooth skin, the perfect lips, with a thank-God-I-have-this chest, and beautiful walnut brown eyes.
God. I'm turning Narcist.
What if I started kissing the mirror?! What if I start acting really weird?!
Like what you're doing now?
Hell. Who was that?!
You're conscience, Baka. Who else?
The doorbell rang, thank goodness. I thought I was going crazy. I rushed to it like a dog seeing his master get home, and not even thinking who it was.
I opened the door and saw Ruka, Natsume's Manager. As I recall, he just turned 21 a few months ago.
"Hey Ruka!" I said with enthusiasm.
It was quite a while before he could reply, it made me wonder. Was something on my face? I touched my face until I realized why he was so shocked.
Oh God. Oh my fucking God.
...
I slowly glance at my vanity mirror and saw my red and black helmet there.
Gulp.
"…S-sak-kur-a…?" Ruka managed to get out. I then, also noticed that I was still wearing my racing jacket, with my name tag that was showing as clear as that day.
Fuck.