Thursday, August 16, 2007

   Update
Okay, so I just got back from the lake house yesterday...which was pretty fun since a guy friend got to come. He's a friend I've had since Kindergarten and he's going to a different high school than me so I wont be able to see him. (It sux) But whats even worse, is that a couple of my COUSINS were there! Gawd I hate my cousins. I seriously just HATE going to any kind of "party"-type holiday thing, for the fact that I'm always completely alone. The girl cousins I hav are total sissies with there damned purses, makeup, and all-around preppy girly-ness. During the fourth of July, they were total asswipes! They were sitting IN.SIDE. watching fireworks on the TV, while there were mortars going off OUTSIDE. Jeez, and it wasnt even cold out there! -_- all my girl cousins are prissy stuck-up sticks that which need to learn to grow backbones! Oh, and I can't forget the GUYS! I used to along almost perfectly with them, and now I don't even want to TALK to them. They are such jackasses I just can't believe it! Not only are they that, but when they fight amongst themselves, and I come along, they are frickin SCARED of me! What whimps. I can't relate to ANY of my cousins at all! I'm the misfit in the family a suppose...

Welp. That's all I hav to really say right now. Right, one more thing...I'm going to this convention in Washington called KumoriCon! I'm consplaying as my character Aiyama (sort of), but instead of having hot pink hair I'm semi-permenantly dyeing my hair neon orange! How does that sound? xD My freshman year photo, and I'm going to have orange hair!

NOW thats all. You don't have to read the rest of this post, it's just the first chapter of a story I recently started. It's an Ouran Fanfic, and I want to know what ppl think.

THE RIPPED UP HEART


Chapter One:
The New Freshman

The teacher started saying something about a new student, but Hikaru wasn’t listening to anything she was saying. He was bored out of his mind already, and the day had just started.

This is just great… he thought, his head propped by his right hand. How can I be so bored so early…? Hikaru glanced to his right, where Haruhi was sitting just as prompt as ever. He gave a light sigh and looked up in front of him. 'She’s really IS a bookworm.'

“Class,” the teacher started as she waved toward the door to my right, “please welcome the new student to our class.” Everyone seemed to turn their attentions to the door, even the people who usually don’t care. Having a new student come in the near-middle of the year never happens at Ouran, a place for kids that come from the rich and prestigious families of Japan. No one ever just shows up in the midst of a school year here.

Hikaru, though he didn’t care much, even turned his eyes to the door, which slowly began to open. A teenage boy with thick light-chestnut-brown hair walked in. He was wearing the normal, 600,000 yen designer school uniform, yet for some reason the pants were the right size but the blue coat over the white shirt and tie was very baggy and limp. The boy had his eyes closed in irritation, a vein pulsing on his forehead.

Hikaru’s eyes had followed him, and were now set on what he was holding behind him. It was a semi-large hammer that was completely grey.

'Odd…' Hikaru thought, 'why is that guy holding a hammer?'

“This is our new ‘special student’ he came here off of a scholarship, his name is—”

“The name’s Unshinza Yori,” he interrupted with a slight accent. An even bigger vein shown as kids around the class started whispering to each other.

“If he can afford the school uniform, why did he come on a scholarship? What was the point of that if he’s from a rich family? That just means more work…”

“He has a slight accent…where’d he originate from? Definitely not Japan.”

Hikaru just kept staring at Yori, his uninterested sense of mind easing a litte. 'Seriously, though…' he thought, 'why IS he a special student if he can afford the uniform?'

“Okay, Yori,” said the teacher plainly, waving a hand at the twin closest to the door “take a seat behind…er…Kaoru over there…”

'HIKARU…' he shouted in his mind, '…They can never get it right…'

“Whatever…” Yori murmured, his eyes still closed. As he was walking past the desk, Hikaru stuck his foot out at the last moment. His foot catching on the twin’s leg, Yori tripped and fell to the floor face first. The hammer he had been dragging behind lie on the floor beside his left hand.

'Idiot…he should have had his eyes open so not to trip…' Hikaru thought, smirking.

Yori slowly got up off the ground, his right hand across his face, hiding his left eye. He turned toward Hikaru and glared. Reaching with his left hand, he grabbed the hammer from the floor—dragging it to his side. They stared at each other for the longest time.

'Hm…' Hikaru pondered, as he stared into Yori’s large, emerald green eye, 'green eyes, huh? That’s definitely unique to this school. And he even has the same large eyes as Haru—'

His thoughts were interrupted as Yori swept his foot underneath Hikaru’s seat, throwing him up and into the wall, smashing the chair to pieces. Hitting the floor hard, Hikaru winced, and looked up to see Yori in front of him, glowering down, the hammer still by his side. Hikaru gulped.

Glaring out of his right eye, Yori swiftly turned around, raised the hammer with a flick of the wrist and shattered Hikaru’s desk with one fell swoop of the hammer, parts flying across the room. He turned back as he put his right hand down. Leaning forward, he whispered, “I don’t think you want to mess with me, Hikaru.” Yori stood back up, propped the hammer on top of this shoulder, and walked out of the class.

'Jeez…' Hikaru thought as he got up off the ground. 'What was that all about? And I think I saw something not normal to any guy…' He blushed slightly. His eyes widened a little. “How’d she know my name?!” he shouted vaguely.

And he ran out of the class room.


Well, that's all. ^^
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