See? I updated! (And it took forever, just like I said! XD)
It didn't take long for Abby to realize it had been a horrible mistake getting out of bed that morning. A terrible decision, really. Probably right up there with licking her shoe in fifth grade. Of course, that had been a double-dog-dare and you never turn down a double-dog-dare in the fifth grade.
Blinking up at the sunlight streaming through her window, she already knew something was off. Somehow, the sky looked different from usual. She stared out the glass, letting her mind leisurely pull itself out of its lethargic state. Brighter, she thought. It looks brighter out.
Her eyes widened. "Oh no…"
Abby flipped to her other side and snatched her phone off the table. She hissed, "Shit!" before throwing her sheets into the air and turning into a one-man circus act: brushing her teeth while pulling on a skirt, tying her shoes with a brush tangled in her hair. She nearly ran downstairs in her blazer and bra. No time to spare, she sped through the kitchen still tying her neck bow, stuffed a snack bar in her bag, and ran out the door.
She whipped out her phone, checking the time again as she ran. Another curse. She was nearly an hour late. Schoolbag knocking against her with every step, she prayed her teacher was the understanding type. She scampered across the courtyard, already pulling her shoes off by the time she reached the lockers.
"Stupid fricken Japs and their fear of dirty floors!" Abby growled, throwing them loudly into her locker and snatching the ugly, slipper-like replacements and forcing them on ruthlessly. Not bothering to try and fix her disheveled appearance, she bolt up the stairs to the second floor and ripped open her classroom door. Her teacher and classmates jolted up from their work in surprise.
"P-Please... huff... excuse me," she managed, gulping down air.
"Ah, Green-san. You're late."
"Yes… huff… Forgive me, Mr– I mean– Kidagauwa-Sensei."
"That's 'Kitagawa', Green-san," the man said sharply, pushing up his glasses. "See me after class."
"Yes." Sighing quietly, she headed for her desk. Stupid impossible Japanese names.
As she sat down, the coolness of the chair was strikingly present on the back of her thighs. Her eyes moved down at an agonizingly slow pace and found that her legs were indeed as bare as they felt. Her mouth twitched and she bit her hand to keep from shrieking.
How in Hell's name could I've forgot my leggings!? She screamed internally. Can this day get any worse!?
After a long bout of self-reprehension, Abigail quietly pulled her schoolbag into her lap and began searching for her workbook. After checking and double-checking, she slouched deeply.
Apparently, she thought bitterly, it can.
"I don't know how it is in America, Green-san, but here, we put our education first."
"Yes, Sensei."
"Do not interrupt me."
"Forgiv–" Abigail immediately threw her hands over her mouth.
"You will collect," something, "after school. Go to the disciplinary office after your last class and they will give you what you need, understand?"
"Um, no. What will I collect?"
Kitagawa-Sensei repeated himself.
"Forgive me, Sensei. I do not know that word. Collect what?"
He repeated the word once more, and then lifted the tiny wastebasket from under his desk. He pointed at the trash inside. "This is what you will collect."
"Oh! Yes, I understand now." 'Trash', she scolded herself, That word means 'trash'. Duh, Abby. Way to look like an idiot.
Kitagawa-sensei nodded. "Do you know where the disciplinary office is?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good. Do not be late again, Green-san."
"Yes, Sensei."
By Lunchtime, Abigail was starving. She'd already eaten her snack bar during break and couldn't find her wallet. It was likely on the desk in her room next to all her homework. Bored with just sitting in her class, she decided to do the only thing she could: walk around.
During her first lunch period, Abby had been pleasantly surprised to find there was music playing throughout the school. She thought was a fantastic idea and her friends in America were now petitioning for the same luxury. The only downfall was that after a couple songs, a boy would always come on to remind everyone it was hosted by the broadcasting club and how to place their song requests. Eventually though, most were able to block him out.
"YAAA-HAAA!"
Abigail, and a number of other students, jumped a few feet into the air. "JESUS CHRIST!"
"The American Football team will be having a game this Saturday on the field!" A familiar voice screamed out from the P.A. system. "Our enemy is the Zokugaku Chamilions! We've bet five million yen on this game! All those who got their ass kicked by Zokugaku, the Deimon Devilbats will fuck them up good for you!"
"Isn't this the guy I saw in the clubhouse yesterday?" She mumbled under her breath, wondering if the speakers would burst.
"Of course," he continued. "The evil hero who uses the Killer Tackle, Eyeshield 21, will be playing as well!"
Wasn't he the one wearing the eyeshield? Why is he talking about himself in third person?
"FREE ENTRANCE! If you got no," somethings, "don't come and watch!" With that, the line went dead. Almost immediately, the regular speaker came on and apologized profusely for the interruption.
"What a weirdo. What did he even say? Got no… Hmm?"
"Ah! Hello, Green-san!"
Abby turned to find the same boys from yesterday. "Oh, good afternoon. Monta and Sena, right?"
"Yep, that's right!" Monta grinned. "Whatcha doin' standing in the middle of the hall?"
"Trying to... um... translate what the man said."
"What man?" Sena asked.
Abby pointed to the P.A. speaker closest to them. "The loud one. He said, 'Don't come if you got no…?' Do you know?"
Both turned pink. "O-Oh, that was only Hiruma-san's way of speaking, Green-san," Sena explained. "D-Don't worry about it."
"Right, right! It's nothing! Absolutely nothing!"
It clearly wasn't nothing, but she dropped it anyway. "Hiruma? That was Hiruma? The Devil?"
Sena nodded. "Didn't you meet him yesterday?"
"I don't know. Maybe? We have yet to introduction."
"'Yet to be introduced', you mean," Monta said.
"Oh. Right. Forgive me."
He waved a hand in front of his face. "Don't worry about it. You're coming to the game, right?"
She nod fiercely. "Absolutely! I want to see you destroy the lizard! I am trying to... err... collect my older sister, but I do not know if she will come."
"You have an older sister?"
"Err... Not... um... I do not know how to say. She and my older brother... uh..." Abby made the motion to slip on a wedding ring, then pointed to her finger. The boys' faces opened in clarity and nodded.
"I understand."
"Gotcha. It would be awesome if your big sis came. It's gonna be my first game and it's gonna be MAX exciting."
The American laughed. "You will do very good job, I think."
"Thanks!" Monta smiled. "Anyway, we have to go now. See you later, Green-san!"
She waved after them, still grinning.
Abigail Green was not a happy camper. She had trash duty for an hour and it was absolutely ridiculous. There was hardly any trash to begin with and everyone else was practically fighting each other to the death over any wrapper or juice box they happened upon. The man in the disciplinary office had given them each a backpack/wastebasket thingamajig and a long rod with a sharp end. Abby had assumed these were meant for picking up and collecting the trash, but the students were using theirs as spears and swords and shields. All weapons of The Great Deimon Trash War, apparently. In her opinion, it was only a matter of time until someone lost an eye. Most likely at the hands of the American herself.
She was beginning to consider walking into classrooms and dumping the trash from those bins into hers, when a ring of gunshots exploded in the air. Abigail, being her brother's sister, immediately dropped the trash-pack and ran towards the noise. She arrived at the scene, spear-stick at the ready, only to see a large, rotund man tackle a piece of cardboard hanging from a goalpost.
"Hey, it's the American Football team," someone said beside her.
"Haha, seems like they're doing something fun!" A girl giggled as two boys, whom Abby recognized as Sena and Monta, fired a FREAKING BAZOOKA at the thing.
"What kinda crack-head football is this?" She mumbled as a group of students gathered around her. A familiar looking redhead on the field grabbed a gun and fired. Only instead of spitting out bullets, it spit out fire. Like, actual fucking FIRE. Abigail nearly pissed herself and the redhead started screaming, apparently even more surprised than the rest of them.
The spiky blonde from yesterday, now wearing the number 1 jersey, shouted over to her group, "WE'LL BEAT ZOKUGAKU!" The people around her began to cheer and shout while #1 fired a machine gun into the air. Abigail felt like she was deflating.
"Jesus Christ, these Japs are fucking mental."
Though she tried, she couldn't fight the excitement in the air and wound up smiling alongside the cheering teens. When she caught sight of Kitagawa-sensei walking onto the field, already lecturing, she instantly stopped and high tailed it back to her trash-pack.
"Yuki, we have got to go see that game!" Abigail insisted, closing the door. The lights were on, a better sign than the night before. Her sister-in-law peeked out from the kitchen, spoon in hand.
"Welcome home," she said licking the spoon. "What are you talking about?"
"The football game at Deimon. We have got to see it. The football team is crazy. Like, super wack. They high jacked the P.A. system at lunch and set the field on fire!"
"Oh my." Yuki returned to the kitchen, a shoe-less Abby following her. "That does sound crazy."
"It was AWESOME! Pleeeease come with me! Pleeeeeese?" The American begged from her seat at the table.
Yuki stirred the pot, humming. "Perhaps."
Abby pout, and slumped in her chair. After a moment, she sat up and tried again. "I think I'm making friends."
The Japanese woman spun around quickly. "Really?! That is wonderful, Abby!"
Abigail laughed. "No need to be so shocked, Yuki. I'm not that scary."
"Oh, no no no! I did not mean it that way! I'm just so happy for you, Abigail! What are their names?"
"Sena and Monta, they're both part of the football team. Well, Sena's the secretary, but still. They're both really nice, and it's Monta's debut game this weekend."
"They are... boys?" A sudden, dangerous glint in her eyes had Abby sweating.
"I don't know if I wanna answer that..."
"THEY ARE!" Yuki squealed, jumping into a seat. "Tell me, tell me! Tell big sister Yuki allllll about them!"
"Oh my god, what are you? Thirteen!?"
"I will become seven so long as you tell meeee!"
Abby nearly fell out of her seat, laughing like a madwoman. "It–! It's not like that!"
Yuki pouted. "No?"
"N-No! They– They're like little brother types! Oh my God, my spleen!"
"Darn."
Man this chapter was really all over the place. Sorry 'bout that! XD I don't really have much to say here, so hurdy durr... Hope you enjoyed it! :)