Chapter 1

Sora enters High school for the first time. With a lump in his throat, he decides it can't be all that bad. Being a freshman won't be bad....will it?

             My alarm clock rang in my ear. My eyes opened wide in surprise. Wow, it was 6:00 already? It felt as if I had just fallen asleep a minute ago. I sighed. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. Was it really time to go back to school? The word "school" was one I hated, no doubt. I looked over my clock and pressed the "Snooze" button. Laying back in bed, I closed my eyes. I'll get dressed in a minute....

"Sora!! Get up!!" I heard my sister call from the other side of my closed door.

 

I opened my eyes again. Then, I flipped the switch on the side of my alarm clock to OFF.

"Sora?! Did you hear me? Get your lazy butt up!" she screamed.

 

            Incase you didn't figure this out, my name is Sora. Sora Takinowa. I'm 15 years old and just entering 9th grade. My hair is brown and spiked a little, my choice of clothing is a t-shirt and jeans, and my favourite food is....I'm sorry, am I boring you? I'll cut to the chase. I'm a 15 year old just entering High school. That's basically it. Nothing really interesting about me. Well, anyway, back to the story.

 

         "Mom says that if you don't get up in 5 minutes, you'll go to school hungry!" my sister (Oh, her name is Obi) screamed again as she opened my door. "Sora! Get up already!" she said again. To annoy her, I closed my eyes and pretended I had fallen asleep. "Sora!! Ugh, never mind!" Obi cried as she wiped her forehead and slammed my door. When she left, I got off my bed and looked at the rest of my room. Woah, it was a mess. My floor was buried under socks, books, papers, and more things that I was way too tired to indentify. Rubbing my eyes, I dragged myself to my closet and opened the creaky door. Pushing aside some shirts and pants, and I found it. The horrible, awful thing that I had to take with me to school. Something so evil, something so terrible, something so deviant, it can only be described in two word.

 

My. Uniform.

 

There it hung, dusty and waiting for me to slip it on. The simple, bland uniform that I had to wear to school EVERYDAY! Ugh. My uniform consisted of a white shirt with a red tie, and a pair of black pants. That's it. Nothing special. Not even my school logo on it like some of those fancy charter schools. I grabbed my shirt and tie and slowly took them off my hanger. Then I threw them onto my bed and went back for my pants. After the entire uniform sat on my bed, I stared at it for a long time. "I hate you," I said to my uniform, "I hate you so very much!! I wish you would just.....just....ugh!!"  I threw myself back onto my bed. Obi knocked on my door again. "Sora! 2 minutes for your lazy self to get down here and eat! Get dressed and get down here!" she cried. I sighed and pulled my pants on. Then I slipped on my shirt, corrected my tie, and walked downstairs. 

 

                      "So, Sora, you actually decided to get up this morning?" Obi asked. I stuck my tounge out and sat down at the table. My super busy mom threw a plate of rice and fried fish in front of me. "Hey sweetie! Nice to see your up finally. Anyway, have a good day at school and I'm so excited that you're in High School! Oh you must be just as excited as I am!! Eeeee!!" Mom squealed. Obi and I both covered our ears. "Mom! I'm excited, but not so excited I'll explode," I answered. Obi smirked, but mom whacked the top of my head. "Ow! What was that for?" I asked, but mom didn't answer. I split apart my chopsticks,  thanked God for the food, and began to eat. As I was eating, Obi was making fun of me. I tuned her out, but she said something  that was impossible for someone who was deaf not to hear.

 

"So Sora, High School means that you'll get to do alot of things, like have a girlfriend--" Obi started.

 

"What?! No, no no. I wil NOT get a girlfriend! That's a promise! I don't like girls and girls don't like me. That's just a well known fact," I said spitting out some of my fish. Obi nodded. "Yes, how true it is.." The clock on the wall sang to tell me it was 7:00. Wow, time flies by so fast. I got up from the table, wiped my mouth with a napkin, and hugged my mom. "See you later mom. I got to get to school," I said. My mom smiled. "Have a great day, and I want to know all about it when you get back, okay?" she said as she let me go. I nodded. Then, I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my messanger bag, and left. 

 

             Outside, the leftover heat of summer hung low in the sky. It was humid, but not so hot that I wanted to take off my shirt. I walked to the side of the house and grabbed my bike. I hung my messanger bag on one of the handles, placed my feet on the pedals, and began riding. The wind rushed into my face, making all the leftover heat wash off my face. Turning a sharp corner, I saw lots of other kids riding their bikes. They, too, wore the Uniform Of Awfulness. I wondered if it was just my school that rode their bikes to school. Finally, we all stopped in the same place. 

 

Koe Charter. 

 

Everyone else parked their bikes and locked them. As soon as I got off my bike, I stopped and didn't want to move. Wait....was I actually nervous? I couldn't be. I waited to see if I was sick or something.

 

Nope. It was all 100% nervous-ness. 

 

I parked my bike and locked it. Then, slinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked towards the doors. Waving to a few familiar looking people, I realized I was no longer moving. I was way too scared. Sweat dripped off my face, and I felt a lump in throat. "High school," I whispered to myself in a raspy voice. I held onto my bag and closed my eyes. 

 

It's okay Sora. It's just another grade. Get inside and take the 9th grade by storm!!

 

I still didn't move.

 

Finally, I sighed and pushed the doors, and walked inside. I was trying to remember all the lessons from last year. I sure hoped they would come back to me before first class. Soon, I saw alot of kids that I vaguely remembered, but all them seemed like they had no idea who I was (which to me right now was perfectly fine). I walked into the hall, swimming through the sea of people. Finally, I got to my locker from last year (the locker you get is the locker you keep the entire time you're at your school) and began to put in the combination. The familar creak of the opening and slamming lockers eased my nerves a little bit. Placing my bag inside, I took out what I may need for that day and shut the door. I walked up the stairs to the High School part of the building. I clutched my notebook tight to my chest. Look at me, acting like a scared 6 year old! I walked into the room where all the High students were waiting to be assigned a teacher. I sat down by myself and waited. Everyone looked like they knew what they were doing. As if they've been in High for 1000 years....

 

Then I saw her.

 

She was by herself too. She looked a little younger than me, and she was reading a really thick book. She had golden brown hair that fell perfectly on her shoulders.

 

Lets just put it this way--She was so beautiful that she made the ugly uniform look amazing (except for girls, the uniform is a white t-shirt with a red tie and a blue plaid skirt).

 

I couldn't stop staring. I could tell, even from here, that she was most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She never looked at me once, but I was already melting inside.

 

What irony.

 

 

Author's Note

Obi's original named was supposed to be Justice, but I felt like that was too American, so I changed it to Obi. In Japanese tradition, an Obi is the belt women wear with their kimono (Japanese dress).

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[M&M]

Great job really interested I bet alot of people know you like Japanese stuff huh? Ha ha. Anyway excellent write more!
-Bella