Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Desrever ❯ Chapter 2
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: ven 
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 08.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 436 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 08.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 436 | Status: Work In Progress
Desrever
Chapter 2
“HOLD ON!” I screamed as I grabbed the last pack of pizza pops from the freezer shoving it into the microwave. I pressed a few buttons, then I punched a big red button on the bottom right corner with the letters ‘S-T-A-R-T’ engraved on it.
“I made it just in time.” I muttered to myself.
“You could’ve just told me not to unplug the microwave.” my mother said with the ‘I-can’t-believe-I-have-to-put-up-with-this-all-the-time’ kind of look on her face.
I rolled my eyes as I said, “Oh. Sorry.” with absolutely no sympathy, as I thought, “God, why would I do that? Talking is so troublesome and it wastes so much more time.”
The microwave started to go, “Beep… Beep…” continuously, which meant only one thing, “My pizza pops are done!” I yelled with joy opening the microwave to see my exploded pizza pops. I hurriedly grabbed the pizza pops, slammed the microwave door shut, and ran until I reached the front door. I slipped on my red Claymbers and headed out the door.
“Ah, the fresh morning air. Who doesn’t love it?” I thought to myself as I took multiple breathes of oxygen in. Truth be told, I actually couldn’t smell the ‘fresh morning air’.
“All I can smell is the pizza pops in my hand.” I muttered as I walked to the area where the grass and the sidewalk met. I plopped down onto the grass with my legs stretched out over the sidewalk. I lifted the pack of pizza pops up to my face so that I could open it. It was only then that I noticed that my hand was slightly burnt.
“God, I forgot that you’re supposed to wait a minute after the microwave beeps before touching it.” I grumbled as I threw my unopened package of pizza pops onto the grass to blow on my hand.
“Haha!” my mind laughed at myself.
“Why do I continuously fight and laugh at myself?” I thought, sighing, “It’s the same person, but why? There’s only one mind, it‘s not like there are anymore.”
“Maybe I laugh at how weak I am or maybe I feel sympathetic towards myself.” I chuckled.
~-~
A huge silver van pulled up into our driveway bringing with it bits of grass, dirt, dust, and little things that kids littered, as I was taking a bite out of one of my pizza pops.
“Oh, good going. When I finally get to eat one of my pizza pops, a freaking car drives in right next to me blowing bits of grass, dust, and even gas into my face.” I thought as I was coughing, eyes closed, waving my hands trying to get the bits of stuff flying at me to go another way.
“Man, how much gas does that thing let out?” I coughed.
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that its license plate was hanging in front of the hood of the van, making it look a bit different from normal.
“I thought license plates were supposed to be on the back of the vehicles?” I thought, looking at the van with disgust, thinking that the only way to avenge my pizza pop was to insult what destroyed (or in this case, helped destroy) my pizza pop, which was now inedible.
I turned around from my spot to see an average heighted, chubby man with a horrible limp on his left leg coming out the door where the driver’s seat was. His face looked scary enough to star as Frankenstein in the movie, he also smelled like cigarettes which doesn’t have a very delightful smell to it. He wore an orange t-shirt along with a pair of short, ripped jeans. He also had knee high socks on with a pair of running shoes. His hair wasn’t long, yet it wasn’t short. It was pitch black and I would say it was “medium lengthed.”
“He’s probably one of the workers from my stepfather’s company.” I thought with deep hatred, remembering what happened to my poor pizza pop.
He walked over to my front door slowly, limping every time his left leg hit the concrete floor. I sort of felt sorry for him, thinking of what it’s like to be him. I thought about how it would be if my own left leg was like that, if I had to walk that slow for the rest of my life, and I just shivered. He rung the doorbell like, twenty times making him look more like a kid than a Frankenstein.
“Jesus.” I sighed as I stood up to walk to the front door, “No one ever opens the door, they expect me to do everything. They probably don’t even remember that I’m outside.” I picked up my inedible pizza pop along with the ripped plastic that once held the pizza pops inside and headed for the door.
As I approached the front door ‘ The Limping Man’, I’ve decided to nickname him, had heard me coming and turned around. I froze as he glared at me for what felt like… 10 seconds actually. I shivered but shook it off as I managed a, “Hello, how are you today?” with a fake voice and a pathetic smile.
There was a long silence, or at least felt like there was.
“Gee, he looks like a Frankenstein, he walks slow not to mention, he has a horrible limp, he ruined my pizza pop, AND he’s rude. What more can you ex--” I thought as I was interrupted by a horrible noise, which was actually him talking.
“You girl, open the door.” he ordered me as I shot a glare at him.
“Excuse me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t just be rude, scary, freaky, and order me around like that.” I thought to myself as I sighed, still glaring. “Oh well, I bet his life already sucks so, I shouldn‘t say anything offending.”
I removed my solid glare from him and headed to the front door.
I placed all the pizza pop stuff into the security of my left hand, then I raised my right hand towards the doorknob. I grabbed onto it and tightened my grip, attempting to relieve all the stress of not saying the things I wanted to. I mean, you can’t just say “What the fuck is wrong with you.” to someone’s face so easily. There’s always a conscience telling you that you’re being an asshole.
I twisted the doorknob counter clockwise as a loud click was made. I opened the door slowly, letting go of my grip so the door would slide open.
“There you go, sir.” I said with the same pathetic smile I used to greet him, emphasizing the word ‘sir’.
He shot a glare at me, giving me a stupid grunt and walked in like he lived there or something. He walked straight past the hall then turned left into the kitchen, disappearing from my sight.
“God, he doesn’t even know how to open a door.” I thought, attempting to try to think of something to say to insult him, and relieve my anger.
I just stood there, not noticing that my left hand had turned into a clenched fist. Pieces of the pizza pop were all over my hand, on the floor, and on the plastic too, which really didn’t matter that much.
“I hope his conscience is telling him that he’s an asshole.” I thought to myself, teeth clenched. “What business does he have here anyways?”
~-~
“This is so stupid, why does all the luggage have to be surrounding me? The back of the van has enough room,” I thought, squirming around, squished, “And how did HE become the person driving us to the airport?” I quickly glanced at ‘The Limping Man’ then rolled my eyes.
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FLASHBACK
I dragged my luggage down the stairs, “Thump.. Thump.. Thump..”
“Are we ready yet?” I yelled to my mother impatiently. She was still talking to my stepfather and that rude asshole. It’s been like, what? An hour since she told me to wait outside because ‘we were going to leave soon’? Every time I tried to interrupt their conversation by ‘asking my mother something’ she’d shot me this icy cold glare that sent shivers down my spine. It’s thrilling to interrupt them when they’re talking but it’s not worth it in exchange for that glare. Besides, I’d rather not do anything, I guess.
I actually did wait outside for approximately five minutes, but then the mosquitoes were pissing me off so I decided to go back inside. I sat down, cross legged, on the hardwood floor for a moment waiting ‘to leave,’ I moved my legs in all kinds of other positions trying to find the most comfortable one. I even tried lying down on the floor and attempting to sleep. It wasn’t very comfortable, it didn’t work, and it was boring, so I decided to haul my luggage up and down the stairs.
On my way, hauling my luggage up the stairs for the 8th time, my brother came out of his room with his luggage.
“Oh, damnit.” I thought, “And I almost forgot that you were here too, good going.”
“Uh.. Hi.” I said, referring to him, with no emotion.
All he said was, “You were making all that noise?” while giving me a cold stare.
“Umm.. Yeah.” I retorted.
“Don’t talk to me like that.” He said, shooting me a glare.
“Pssht.” I muttered under my breath so that he wouldn’t be able to hear me.
“I hate him, he always thinks he’s so royal, high and mighty. I would shoot a glare right back at him but he’d probably start talking non-stop about things that have nothing to do with anything, trying to piss me off or make me feel bad.” I thought, staring at the ground.
“Why can’t you be a normal little girl and just wait somewhere quietly for once?” He said in a deep cold voice, still glaring at me like I’m an idiot.
I picked up my luggage with both my hands and started heading down the stairs again. “Thump.. Thump, Thump, Thump, Thu-thu-thu-thump.” my luggage roared as it slipped from my grasp and rolled down the set of stairs.
“Oops..” I said, scratching my head. “That was an accident..” I quickly replied, trying to hide my laughter as I felt his glare deepen, as I was still staring at the luggage on the bottom of the stairs.
“It was probably the only way to piss him off without getting into trouble, by making all that noise by ‘accident’.” I laughed inside.
END FLASHBACK
----
What really pissed me off the most though, was that when my brother told my mother that he was ready, we just left. She was yelling at me to hurry up and get my stuff in the car, she even said that ‘I’ was the slowest of them all.
“My family is so messed up, I’m probably the only normal person here.” I thought, right as the stupid ‘Limping Man’ almost got us killed. He was attempting to steal this parking spot that another person had already claimed. The person was waiting for the purple car to move out of the spot so that they could park there. As the purple car got out, that idiotic ‘Limping Man’ just drove full speed and did a 90 degree turn left, right where the parking spot was. We were so lucky that the other driver was sane enough to stop when he realized our driver was crazy. We might of died, or who knows what would have happened?
I flicked the lock of the door open, grabbed my luggage with the other hand and bolted out the door.
“This guy.. This guy is.. He’s.. A FREAKING INSANE, PSYCHO LUNATIC.” I yelled in my head while slamming the door of the van shut. “I wonder what the other guy looks like right now.” I chuckled at the thought of the face the other driver would have on.
I peered from the side of the van, searching for the black car that that ‘insane, psycho lunatic’ cheated. As expected, there was a family there. Who else would be going to an airport? Well, unless it’s a business person going on a business trip alone or something, that’s different. There was a family of three in the car. There was the father, who could also be called the driver, sitting in the driver’s seat, and the mother was sitting in the back with the little baby girl. It’s pretty hard, trying to describe what the parent’s faces looked like. Maybe if I had to describe it in my own words, it would be a, “What in gods name!? Was that bastard trying to get everyone killed?!” kind of look. My instinct was telling me that they were religious, though I’m not all that sure.
~-~
“I have a headache.” I whined to myself, staring out at the blue sky from the window of the airplane. “That was the stupidest 5 minutes of my life.”
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FLASHBACK
“Don’t give me that shit! It was NOT an accident just now.” Yelled the father of the family of three.
“Yes it was.” Retorted the ‘Limping Man’.
“NO.”
“Yes.”
“NO.R 21;
“Yes.”
“How could you say it was an accident so calmly, even though you know very well that it wasn’t? How could you say yes so calmly? How could you be so fucking calm after almost getting everyone killed?!”
“Yes.”
“STOP SAYING YES.”
“No.”
“That’s it!” The father roared as he charged at the ‘Limping Man’ with his right fist raised.
END FLASHBACK
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“They were yelling so loud that I got a headache.” I whined again, as I thought, “I couldn’t care less who got beat up, who won, or if anything even happened. It was all just stupid and unnecessary, even though the ‘Limping Man’ deserved to get beat up for being rude to me.”
“All he got was a big bruise and a few scratches, so I’m not being mean or anything.” I mumbled.
“Yeah, and its just my opinion after all.” I replied in my mind.
The conversation with myself slowly drifted away and then it was just silent. Through the window, you could see the night sky and behind some dark clouds, the moon was out.
“Pretty..” I whispered.
“I wonder if anyone else is staring at the moon too.” I thought as I closed my eyelids and slowly fell asleep.
Chapter 2
“HOLD ON!” I screamed as I grabbed the last pack of pizza pops from the freezer shoving it into the microwave. I pressed a few buttons, then I punched a big red button on the bottom right corner with the letters ‘S-T-A-R-T’ engraved on it.
“I made it just in time.” I muttered to myself.
“You could’ve just told me not to unplug the microwave.” my mother said with the ‘I-can’t-believe-I-have-to-put-up-with-this-all-the-time’ kind of look on her face.
I rolled my eyes as I said, “Oh. Sorry.” with absolutely no sympathy, as I thought, “God, why would I do that? Talking is so troublesome and it wastes so much more time.”
The microwave started to go, “Beep… Beep…” continuously, which meant only one thing, “My pizza pops are done!” I yelled with joy opening the microwave to see my exploded pizza pops. I hurriedly grabbed the pizza pops, slammed the microwave door shut, and ran until I reached the front door. I slipped on my red Claymbers and headed out the door.
“Ah, the fresh morning air. Who doesn’t love it?” I thought to myself as I took multiple breathes of oxygen in. Truth be told, I actually couldn’t smell the ‘fresh morning air’.
“All I can smell is the pizza pops in my hand.” I muttered as I walked to the area where the grass and the sidewalk met. I plopped down onto the grass with my legs stretched out over the sidewalk. I lifted the pack of pizza pops up to my face so that I could open it. It was only then that I noticed that my hand was slightly burnt.
“God, I forgot that you’re supposed to wait a minute after the microwave beeps before touching it.” I grumbled as I threw my unopened package of pizza pops onto the grass to blow on my hand.
“Haha!” my mind laughed at myself.
“Why do I continuously fight and laugh at myself?” I thought, sighing, “It’s the same person, but why? There’s only one mind, it‘s not like there are anymore.”
“Maybe I laugh at how weak I am or maybe I feel sympathetic towards myself.” I chuckled.
~-~
A huge silver van pulled up into our driveway bringing with it bits of grass, dirt, dust, and little things that kids littered, as I was taking a bite out of one of my pizza pops.
“Oh, good going. When I finally get to eat one of my pizza pops, a freaking car drives in right next to me blowing bits of grass, dust, and even gas into my face.” I thought as I was coughing, eyes closed, waving my hands trying to get the bits of stuff flying at me to go another way.
“Man, how much gas does that thing let out?” I coughed.
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that its license plate was hanging in front of the hood of the van, making it look a bit different from normal.
“I thought license plates were supposed to be on the back of the vehicles?” I thought, looking at the van with disgust, thinking that the only way to avenge my pizza pop was to insult what destroyed (or in this case, helped destroy) my pizza pop, which was now inedible.
I turned around from my spot to see an average heighted, chubby man with a horrible limp on his left leg coming out the door where the driver’s seat was. His face looked scary enough to star as Frankenstein in the movie, he also smelled like cigarettes which doesn’t have a very delightful smell to it. He wore an orange t-shirt along with a pair of short, ripped jeans. He also had knee high socks on with a pair of running shoes. His hair wasn’t long, yet it wasn’t short. It was pitch black and I would say it was “medium lengthed.”
“He’s probably one of the workers from my stepfather’s company.” I thought with deep hatred, remembering what happened to my poor pizza pop.
He walked over to my front door slowly, limping every time his left leg hit the concrete floor. I sort of felt sorry for him, thinking of what it’s like to be him. I thought about how it would be if my own left leg was like that, if I had to walk that slow for the rest of my life, and I just shivered. He rung the doorbell like, twenty times making him look more like a kid than a Frankenstein.
“Jesus.” I sighed as I stood up to walk to the front door, “No one ever opens the door, they expect me to do everything. They probably don’t even remember that I’m outside.” I picked up my inedible pizza pop along with the ripped plastic that once held the pizza pops inside and headed for the door.
As I approached the front door ‘ The Limping Man’, I’ve decided to nickname him, had heard me coming and turned around. I froze as he glared at me for what felt like… 10 seconds actually. I shivered but shook it off as I managed a, “Hello, how are you today?” with a fake voice and a pathetic smile.
There was a long silence, or at least felt like there was.
“Gee, he looks like a Frankenstein, he walks slow not to mention, he has a horrible limp, he ruined my pizza pop, AND he’s rude. What more can you ex--” I thought as I was interrupted by a horrible noise, which was actually him talking.
“You girl, open the door.” he ordered me as I shot a glare at him.
“Excuse me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t just be rude, scary, freaky, and order me around like that.” I thought to myself as I sighed, still glaring. “Oh well, I bet his life already sucks so, I shouldn‘t say anything offending.”
I removed my solid glare from him and headed to the front door.
I placed all the pizza pop stuff into the security of my left hand, then I raised my right hand towards the doorknob. I grabbed onto it and tightened my grip, attempting to relieve all the stress of not saying the things I wanted to. I mean, you can’t just say “What the fuck is wrong with you.” to someone’s face so easily. There’s always a conscience telling you that you’re being an asshole.
I twisted the doorknob counter clockwise as a loud click was made. I opened the door slowly, letting go of my grip so the door would slide open.
“There you go, sir.” I said with the same pathetic smile I used to greet him, emphasizing the word ‘sir’.
He shot a glare at me, giving me a stupid grunt and walked in like he lived there or something. He walked straight past the hall then turned left into the kitchen, disappearing from my sight.
“God, he doesn’t even know how to open a door.” I thought, attempting to try to think of something to say to insult him, and relieve my anger.
I just stood there, not noticing that my left hand had turned into a clenched fist. Pieces of the pizza pop were all over my hand, on the floor, and on the plastic too, which really didn’t matter that much.
“I hope his conscience is telling him that he’s an asshole.” I thought to myself, teeth clenched. “What business does he have here anyways?”
~-~
“This is so stupid, why does all the luggage have to be surrounding me? The back of the van has enough room,” I thought, squirming around, squished, “And how did HE become the person driving us to the airport?” I quickly glanced at ‘The Limping Man’ then rolled my eyes.
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FLASHBACK
I dragged my luggage down the stairs, “Thump.. Thump.. Thump..”
“Are we ready yet?” I yelled to my mother impatiently. She was still talking to my stepfather and that rude asshole. It’s been like, what? An hour since she told me to wait outside because ‘we were going to leave soon’? Every time I tried to interrupt their conversation by ‘asking my mother something’ she’d shot me this icy cold glare that sent shivers down my spine. It’s thrilling to interrupt them when they’re talking but it’s not worth it in exchange for that glare. Besides, I’d rather not do anything, I guess.
I actually did wait outside for approximately five minutes, but then the mosquitoes were pissing me off so I decided to go back inside. I sat down, cross legged, on the hardwood floor for a moment waiting ‘to leave,’ I moved my legs in all kinds of other positions trying to find the most comfortable one. I even tried lying down on the floor and attempting to sleep. It wasn’t very comfortable, it didn’t work, and it was boring, so I decided to haul my luggage up and down the stairs.
On my way, hauling my luggage up the stairs for the 8th time, my brother came out of his room with his luggage.
“Oh, damnit.” I thought, “And I almost forgot that you were here too, good going.”
“Uh.. Hi.” I said, referring to him, with no emotion.
All he said was, “You were making all that noise?” while giving me a cold stare.
“Umm.. Yeah.” I retorted.
“Don’t talk to me like that.” He said, shooting me a glare.
“Pssht.” I muttered under my breath so that he wouldn’t be able to hear me.
“I hate him, he always thinks he’s so royal, high and mighty. I would shoot a glare right back at him but he’d probably start talking non-stop about things that have nothing to do with anything, trying to piss me off or make me feel bad.” I thought, staring at the ground.
“Why can’t you be a normal little girl and just wait somewhere quietly for once?” He said in a deep cold voice, still glaring at me like I’m an idiot.
I picked up my luggage with both my hands and started heading down the stairs again. “Thump.. Thump, Thump, Thump, Thu-thu-thu-thump.” my luggage roared as it slipped from my grasp and rolled down the set of stairs.
“Oops..” I said, scratching my head. “That was an accident..” I quickly replied, trying to hide my laughter as I felt his glare deepen, as I was still staring at the luggage on the bottom of the stairs.
“It was probably the only way to piss him off without getting into trouble, by making all that noise by ‘accident’.” I laughed inside.
END FLASHBACK
----
What really pissed me off the most though, was that when my brother told my mother that he was ready, we just left. She was yelling at me to hurry up and get my stuff in the car, she even said that ‘I’ was the slowest of them all.
“My family is so messed up, I’m probably the only normal person here.” I thought, right as the stupid ‘Limping Man’ almost got us killed. He was attempting to steal this parking spot that another person had already claimed. The person was waiting for the purple car to move out of the spot so that they could park there. As the purple car got out, that idiotic ‘Limping Man’ just drove full speed and did a 90 degree turn left, right where the parking spot was. We were so lucky that the other driver was sane enough to stop when he realized our driver was crazy. We might of died, or who knows what would have happened?
I flicked the lock of the door open, grabbed my luggage with the other hand and bolted out the door.
“This guy.. This guy is.. He’s.. A FREAKING INSANE, PSYCHO LUNATIC.” I yelled in my head while slamming the door of the van shut. “I wonder what the other guy looks like right now.” I chuckled at the thought of the face the other driver would have on.
I peered from the side of the van, searching for the black car that that ‘insane, psycho lunatic’ cheated. As expected, there was a family there. Who else would be going to an airport? Well, unless it’s a business person going on a business trip alone or something, that’s different. There was a family of three in the car. There was the father, who could also be called the driver, sitting in the driver’s seat, and the mother was sitting in the back with the little baby girl. It’s pretty hard, trying to describe what the parent’s faces looked like. Maybe if I had to describe it in my own words, it would be a, “What in gods name!? Was that bastard trying to get everyone killed?!” kind of look. My instinct was telling me that they were religious, though I’m not all that sure.
~-~
“I have a headache.” I whined to myself, staring out at the blue sky from the window of the airplane. “That was the stupidest 5 minutes of my life.”
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FLASHBACK
“Don’t give me that shit! It was NOT an accident just now.” Yelled the father of the family of three.
“Yes it was.” Retorted the ‘Limping Man’.
“NO.”
“Yes.”
“NO.R 21;
“Yes.”
“How could you say it was an accident so calmly, even though you know very well that it wasn’t? How could you say yes so calmly? How could you be so fucking calm after almost getting everyone killed?!”
“Yes.”
“STOP SAYING YES.”
“No.”
“That’s it!” The father roared as he charged at the ‘Limping Man’ with his right fist raised.
END FLASHBACK
-----
“They were yelling so loud that I got a headache.” I whined again, as I thought, “I couldn’t care less who got beat up, who won, or if anything even happened. It was all just stupid and unnecessary, even though the ‘Limping Man’ deserved to get beat up for being rude to me.”
“All he got was a big bruise and a few scratches, so I’m not being mean or anything.” I mumbled.
“Yeah, and its just my opinion after all.” I replied in my mind.
The conversation with myself slowly drifted away and then it was just silent. Through the window, you could see the night sky and behind some dark clouds, the moon was out.
“Pretty..” I whispered.
“I wonder if anyone else is staring at the moon too.” I thought as I closed my eyelids and slowly fell asleep.