.hack//Legend Of Twilight Bracelet Fan Fiction ❯ ManEating Orchid ❯ Chapter Two - Hate the Jocks, the Preps, the Horny Fucking Scumbags ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Two - Hate the Jocks, the Preps, the Horny fucking scumbags

 

 

August 30, 2003

 

Anissa followed Shugo and the rest of them into the school building, laughing when Jackie walked backwards then spun around and slammed into a senior, shrieking as he was two feet taller at least.

 

At least…

 

And Jackie was five foot, six inches…

 

Damn, why the hell am I thinking about how tall people are when I have to worry about when, where, and what my first class is? Anissa thought. And the bathrooms. And my locker. And the cafeteria…

She really needed to get a life that included all the people she'd met today, and her sister. Just them though. It would be enough to sustain her life until she would hit the age of seventy.

 

Because obviously, it wasn't going to work until people in this high school realized she was there to stay, and not some military dude's daughter who will be gone in less than two months. Maybe I shouldn't have my mother fill out my registration form anymore… Anissa muttered darkly in the depths of her mind.

 

"Move it along, miss Gothic. Shouldn't linger in the halls, who knows who might creep out and mistake those clothes for sex symbols."

 

And maybe she shouldn't be so daring as to try and walk through a group of jocks standing in the middle of the hallway. Apparently, it draws way too much attention.

 

She was really going to miss having her sister to snap back at them for such pathetic insults. But maybe it was time for her to catch up and find out just how much fun it was to verbally spar.

 

Anissa wanted to be a little like my sister, even if it was for a short time, and just show how much it hurt when people made rude, vile, sickening comments about you.

 

So she spoke.

 

"And maybe you shouldn't talk about sex so much, you might start hallucinate and fuck your own mother."

 

The words slipped right off of her tongue without thought, it was easy. It wasn't how calmly, or what words that came out that surprised her. It was the tone, the coldness of the way she spoke them, like the words were her own venomous poison. Like they were her most valuable weapon that she could have. More powerful than guns, fists, knives, drugs, anything. More powerful than physical strength and fitness.

 

As stupid as it may seem, she'd just found out something she'd been trying to figure out ever since she noticed that Alyssa was highly thought of and respected. Even though several teachers from each of the schools she's gone too ever since she was five have tried to drill it into her head, she just now truly realized they were right; knowledge is power. That, and she never really listened.

 

Listening to herself think, she realized that if anyone heard or knew what she had been thinking, she'd probably be headed to an insane asylum.

 

Life's cruel and the present day is full of idiots who can't say doppleganger without thinking its a part of the men's anatomy.

 

Hells, she still thought that whenever she first hears it but then it goes back to the little devil on her own shoulder yelling in her ear for forgetting its meaning.

 

Before she had time to clear her head of her newfound realization, Anissa was shoved onto a locker, head slammed back onto the hard metal as someone pressed a hand to her neck.

 

What the hell did she do?

 

"What's that you say, bitch?"

 

Oh yeah. She was intelligent to lower life forms.

 

"You heard me. Truth sucks, don't it?"

 

Once again, she felt the words slip off her tongue without notice.

 

Heh… Oops…? Maybe when having a sharp tongue, you need to be quiet person that knows when and when not to speak. It would be so much safer.

 

"From the way you talkin, I don't think you know what truth means."

 

He had a really nasty breath, and his body odor was unbearable. Reddish brown hair, eyes she been unable to determine the color of, and medium skin, acne all over his face. He was a jock, but he wasn't tall. Probably the same height as Anissa was. That is, if he ever put her down on the ground.

 

"Fuck off, Gaber. She's new, don't know how things work, give her a break on the first day she's here."

The hand left her neck abruptly and 'Gaber' found himself in the center of the hallway again, staring down Shugo. Or, in this case, he was staring up at Shugo. Gaber was a little shorter than Anissa was. Just a little.

 

"Why should I, Tanega? You got some kinda claim on her? I think she's a little cute..."

 

She was stunned. Wasn't the jocks supposed to beat up the Goths or punks? Not like them? What?

 

"Back off, she isn't anyone's. And from the way you just treated her, I think she'll stay as far away from you as possible," someone she didn't know snapped, coming to Anissa's defense even though she had never even seen her before. "So why don't you just make like a male prostitute and leave?"

 

"Why do you act the prostitute you are and just fuck off?" Gaber disappeared into a crowd of fellow jocks and Anissa stared at the girl who had stood up for her. She was Anissa's height, black shaggy like hair that was long into her eyes, a glare that obviously could kill, and a triumphant grin that said she was fun-loving, in the sense of excitement.

 

When she turned to Anissa, Anissa grinned. She had a 'The Used' t-shirt on. Rock on. Anyone who liked her favorite band had to kick ass. And she couldn't help myself, "Nice shirt."

Blinking at Anissa for less than a second, she looked down at her own shirt, pulling the hem out for a better view, and chuckled. "Damn right! The very best."

 

"Definitely." Turning to look at the locker number of the locker she'd been standing next to, Anissa realized it was only ten numbers up from her own and looked down the row. It was right next to the girl's.

 

"My name's Jami Pate. You got one?"

 

"Anissa."

 

"Wicked. What's your first class?"

 

Looking down at the jumbled mess of a binder, Anissa fumbled around with it until she found my schedule and muttered her reply to Jami sourly. "Home Economics."

 

"Same here. You up for redecorating the room with some sweet smelling food?"

 

With a grin of surprise, Anissa nodded and opened her locker, wondering just how the year could go wrong with the awesome people she'd met.

 

Upon slamming her locker, the bell rang once more, signifying that first period was in session.

Or as Jackie put it.

 

Hell was beginning.

 

And Anissa was off to Home-Ec., with Jackie and Jami., listening to them talk about the most random things she'd never thought possible. They were jumping back and forth between subjects like pizza to the sun and stars with voices like surfers would have.

 

Arriving in the Home-Economics classroom, we sat at a table in the far corner of the room, by the fan, and talked amongst ourselves.

 

After only talking to Jami for around five minutes, Anissa decided the two of them would get along just fine. Currently, Jami was half-asleep with her head on the table, Jackie talking relentlessly and laughing at some of the things she blurted out, and Anissa was staring at a boy across the room.

 

Despite the fact that he was pretty much a normal dude with a lot of girls around him, he was hot.

Blinking, Anissa shook her head and mentally berated herself for nearly betraying all of her kind. She really needed to get out of town. She yelped when Jami kicked her all of a sudden, her head still resting on the wooden table.

 

"Why are you staring at Balmung?" Jami muttered, taking on a bored tone that Anissa knew was that of a surfer dude, which they had been imitating upon walking through the door.

 

"Balmung? He's hot."

 

"I thought you had your eye on Shugo," she murmured, raising her head to give her a tired and sleepy look.

 

"This is my first day! I have the privilege of looking around before getting hooked on one boy alone," Anissa whispered hurriedly, glancing at the Home Ec. teachers, not wanting to get caught on her first day there.

 

"He's off-limits, any ways. Sarah Pinacce is his girl-friend, as you should have already seen," Jami snapped, nodding her head in his direction. "Isn't it obvious with the way she's fucking leaning forward and hugging him like an idiot?"

 

Anissa glared at Jami for a second then looked back over at Balmung. Jami was right. Sarah was positioning herself on his lap, making it seem like she was just hugging him and nothing more.

 

"Could you not put a damper on my parade the first day I'm here?"

 

"It's my job. I'm the rain everyone loves and hates and that ruins their day if I want. Its a great, fun job that makes me laugh. Deal with it," Jami drawled, her head falling back onto her arms as Jackie laughed at something an Asian boy with spiky hair across from her said.

 

"Shut it, my dear little children."

 

Glancing up, Anissa saw a short, round woman hold up an egg beater with her other hand on her hip. She was wearing an apron, with a name-tag the read Ms. Smallwood, so it was more than obvious she was the instructor. "Whoa, fat lady on campus…" Anissa murmured automatically, looking away and twirling her hair as the words slipped out of her mouth.

 

"If you haven't already noticed, we have a new student with us. She came here around two weeks ago, so some of you may know her. She was absent yesterday, along with her sister, who seems to still be ab- "

 

"- And she still won't be attending for a few months-"

 

"- sent…This is Anissa Nagoya. Now that you know her name, get to work. I want a batch of cookies from you all by the end of this hour." Sending a quick glare that surely meant she disapproved the respect or - lack thereof- she had been shown, Ms. Smallwood spun on her heel and went to the back stove.

 

With a blink of subdued surprise, Anissa stood up as Jami pushed her chair back, still slouching, and moaned about how she was going to make cookies to stuff a fat ladies ass when Ms. Smallwood had enough to spare a lifetime.

 

"I'm so getting suspended from this class. But first. We must commence in the process of eating all the cookie dough we can," she declared with a maniacal laugh.

 

Abruptly stopping in mid-sentence, Jackie giggled demoniacally then spun around, running to a table with bowls of cookie dough on top. "Let's par-tay!" she nearly screamed.

 

And I'm friends with these guys. Its kindergarten all over again only I like it, Anissa smiled to herself.

She watched as Jami stuck a spoon into the bowl then into her mouth then repeated the process. Waiting for a turn as another girl, one Jami had named as Cecilia, who was a year older and had sort of a wolfish look to her, yet nice, Anissa looked at other students around the room.

 

Another girl, on the other side of the room, sat on a table cross-legged in black shorts and a black shirt, talked to some girl with blue hair and light blue clothing with the word Angel written on the front almost teasingly. An old teacher, around his forties, popped his head in the door and laughed at the mess and called for a muffin from the back of the room, then left. Laughing, Anissa couldn't help but wonder just who the teacher was and if she would have him anytime in the year. "Who was that?"

 

Jami, Jackie, and the wolfish girl looked up then laughed almost hysterically. "That was Bear. Even I don't know the guy's actual name cause everyone calls him Bear cause of this game he plays at home and cause he nice, strong and like a Bear. And now, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Oh well, you understood what I meant, thats all I needed to do, so… uh, yeah - eating."

 

"Just don't get on his bad side, he's more like a father to all of us than a teacher," the unnamed one commented, extending her hand to Anissa as she spoke. "My name's Cecilia. I'm a junior, don't like cheerleaders, so don't ever become one, I hate sound that people call metal and don't like sex oriented Rap. Note name is Ouka, so don't forget. I don't want to get busted for passes notes that say rather harsh things. Don't get in my way and I won't get in yours…"

 

Eying the long and sharp nails on the girls hand, Anissa smiled in return. "Why, of course. Its only natural, right?" Shaking the older woman's hand, Anissa noticed the authority and experience in her eyes. Already in one day, she had made a friend in a higher place, as some of her friends from other schools would say.

 

"I'll let you in on who's who, who's not, and who's to stay away from," she informed, leaning over and resting her elbows on her knees. "Blue-head over here who dyed her hair so many times, its permanently blue is Sukie. Smartest girl in school as far as I know. Over there is Katie Allmann. Biggest tom-boy you will ever see in any of your lifetimes. She may get good grades but she's a total blonde bimbo, no offense to you."

 

"None taken."

 

"Anyways…"

 

She continued on with her talking, pointing out who every one in the room was and certain things Anissa didn't whether to believe or not.

 

(-)

 

Blinking as the clock ticked away slower with each word her History teacher said, Anissa rested her head on the palm of her hand, awaiting the moment that the bell would ring and she would finally have her lunch break. After smelling all the batches of brownies and cookies right down the hall for around one and a half or so hours, it was starting to take its toll and it showed with the way her stomach growled every minute.

 

And yet, no matter how much Anissa focused her mind on the clock and hoped to suddenly gain some telekinetic powers, nothing happened and she still had a half-hour to go until then.

 

Turning her head back to the thin, soft skinned, twenty-eight year old woman that would be teaching her cultures of the world and their own country, she realized they were taking notes and that she was the only one not scribbling down something on paper. Grabbing a red spiral notebook and opening it, she wrote down what she could catch of the ramblings with a red pen, glancing up then back down again.

After looking up for the seventh time and then looking down again, a folded slip of paper lay flat on top on her notes, the black words written on the paper clearly.

 

'Fifteen more minutes.'

 

Looking to her right quickly, she smiled at Shugo, not really able to determine for sure that it was him who passed it with his brown hair shielding his eyes from view. The smirk on his face, however, erased all doubts and she scribbled down a response; flicking the paper when the teacher turned her back to write a date on the board. Reading the board then looking down to write it down, the note was staring back at up at her again, new words added to the jumble from before as quickly written as it had taken her to look up then down.

 

It was like a personal, live episode of Ghost Writers all to her own… (1)

 

'You skate, right? Want to go to Webster Alley after school, they've got ramps and other stuff too.'

Smiling unconsciously, Anissa scribbled the positive answer then tossed it as quick as she could to his desk beside hers then slumped in her desk. Score one for me…!

 

“Is something amusing, Miss Nagoya? I don't suspect its the subject I am discussing so enlighten us, please.”

 

Coughing suddenly, her automated response for when being called upon or spoken to by some authority figure or elder, Anissa put on an innocent face, the grin on her face long gone by then. “No, nothing at all, Mrs. Tyler. Just grinning at a picture came into my head when you said something.”

 

Mrs. Tyler's dark blue eyes narrowed at Anissa, then she smiled warmly. “What picture would that be?”

Fumbling around with the notebook in front of her, she took a quick glance at her notes, then the date August 25, 1777 seemed to suddenly be more visible than all other words and numbers. “I was thinking of when Paul Revere went down the streets in the night and thought of him in one of those red, foot pajamas on a horse with a loose saddle falling off of it…” Please let her have some decent humor behind that History teacher role, please! she begged silently in her mind, keeping a slightly embarrassed smile on her face as she stared up at the woman standing by the desk she sat in.

 

“That's quite an… interesting thought.” Smiling, she put the piece of long, thin, white chalk down on the desk and looked at Anissa sweetly. “Mind drawing that so we can vision the same image as well and smile or laugh along with you?”

 

Eyes wide, mouth open, Anissa stared at the chalk as it very slowly rolled closer to the edge of the desk and worked to make her mouth move. “I'm not an artist; it'll end up being a stick figure on a table or something. And you don't want that because it'll somehow look inappropriate or something. Trust me, it will,” she declared, twirling the chalk in her hand, not wanting to get up out of her seat.

 

“Let me be the judge of that. Now show us that picture of yours that you seem to find humorous, shall we?”

 

Oh great, just great…

 

Walking up to the board, she hurriedly moved her hand and the chalk across the top and drew exactly what she said it would look like. A stick figure on a table… or something…

 

Plopping herself back into her desk satisfied, Anissa smiled half-heartedly. What part of 'I'm not an artist in anyway' didn't the teacher understand? The not, or the in anyway? “That's what I found funny.”

 

…

 

Most of the class erupted into a small fit of laughter, including Shugo, who was barely containing his snickers behind his mouth.

 

Just as she was about to snap at him, the bell she'd been waiting for rang and everyone went from laughing to running out of the classrooms, groaning about how hungry they had been.

 

And as she cursed the bell silently for it's almost impeccable timing, her stomach protested the lack of movement toward the cafeteria and she sprang up out of her seat, binder messily grabbed in her hands. With a free hand, she grabbed an eraser and erased a portion of the artwork she had so reluctantly drawn then disappearing with Shugo trailing behind her, still laughing.

 

Unnoticed to them, Mrs. Tyler smiled at their retreating backs, tapping her foot as her eyes looked at them with a hint or familiarity.

 

(-)

 

Stepping out of the yellow cab that stank of French-fries, sour milk, and stale coffee, Alyssa, hefted her back pack higher up onto her shoulder, taking in the sight of the tall, ten-story brick building in front of her. Up the sides and walls of the building, green ivy climbed up to the tallest window and thorned berry bushes lined the walkway and the facade of the building.

 

It reminded her way to much of the Academy she had attended about a year or so back, having to wear uniforms, berets, carry a cross in her hand at all times, and pray at the end of every class period.

It wasn't fun. The uniforms were always three sizes bigger for every one in the school, the berets covered everyone's eyes, and the crosses were splintered. They'd kneel on rough stone floors and pray for ten minutes at a time. She wasn't against practicing religion but she'd rather have more comfortable conditions.

 

“Hey, kid, move along. I have another job to do and I can't leave until I see you go in all the way.”

 

Sending the driver a glare and pulling a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket, she tossed it to him, then waved her hand dismissively. “Buy yourself a vacuum cleaner, air freshener, a new tie, and get out of here. If you did, you probably wouldn't be stuck with driving 'delinquents' like me all the way out here or old croons all the time.” Slamming the door shut, she walked down the stone walkway, which seemed to be paved to ultimate perfection, and mentally readied herself for what was to come…

 

And for figuring out a way to get out of there.

 

 

1)Does anyone else remember that show where ghost wrote notes to kids and helped solve problems? Laugh at me if you will, but Ghost Writers was one of my favorite shows to watch as a kid, and I could not help but realize and remember the relation between the two and add it in for a little fun. I'll admit, as well, that something similar to the note episode happened to me in class one time and I remember thinking about Ghost Writers for the same reason retold above.

 

2) And Alyssa won't be in this for awhile, as I'm trying to lay off all the attention I've been giving her in other fan fictions for awhile, so I put a little cliff hanger to last until her next appearance, or if she makes a phone call... etc.

Yay for the second Revampage of Chapter Two! R&R