Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Art of Surviving ❯ Tours and Bookback Nappers ( Chapter 1 )

disclaimer: I by no means own Yu Yu Hakusho

I ran up the three fights of stairs I had to climb and burst into my 2nd period class...the first class of my day...speech. my teacher, Ms. Webstein asked if I had a note for being late which I, being me, of course didn’t. She then announced we had a new student, some long, red hair-headed guy that was standing next to her. He's kinda cute. Wait, rewind, a new student? What the fuck is going on??

Now, I know in normal circumstances a new student isn’t anything so shocking but trust me, I’m not normal thus my life isn't normal either. not that I’d want to be boring, most people are weird and the normal people are even more weird because they don't fit in with the majority of the population, plus, 'normal' people are boring. but, I’m getting off track here.

I suppose I should introduce myself and explain a few things. my name is sierra rubinski, and I go to Alexandria V. Davis school of the arts. I’m in my 9th grade of school and am a 'commie'. See, to get into here, you have to try out for one (or two but you get into only one) of the 5 art majors hence NO new students in the middle of the 3rd nine weeks. I am a communications major, the others being music (band and vocal), visual (you know, drawing and all that good stuff), theater, and dance. I have to take a train to get here and am ALWAYS late to my first class of the day because of bastard friends that make me walk them to their class. I’m such a push over. But anyways, I should probably start paying attention to what is going on since everyone is staring at me. GAWD I hope I didn’t start monologue my thoughts out loud again. It was sooo embarrassing the first time...

"Err…hi?"

"Back from the clouds now Sierra?" Ms Webstein asked me in a joking voice. Heh. Joking. Riiight.

"Umm, yes, sorry about that," I mumbled in reply.

"As I was saying, since you have the time to be late to my class, you can use your extra time to show Shuichi here where his classes are during lunch.”

...oh...joy...

"Uhh- sure Ms. Webstein." I replied.

So for the next few minutes we learned about how Minamino is one of five foreign exchange (or something since no one from our school left) students, one for each major, is here from Japan. Something about spreading different cultures arts or some crap. He told us a little about himself at which point I started doodling on a paper on 'how to conduct a declamation' paper, don't look at me like that. I’m not rude it’s just, I have to listen to speeches during this ENTIRE class, if I have a choice, I’d rather not. after that bore fest we were told to get with our partners for our next speech to work on them for the rest of the period, no being 8:50 so only about an hour and 20 minutes left of the 1hour and 50 minute period. Joy. … … …

the bell just rang, singling to us students that it’s time to move on to our 3 period, 55 minute class and I’m talking to Brianna and Kayla, two friends I have in my next class with, Maria absent today, about our reading of 'Romeo and Juliet' when I feel a tap on my shoulder. What the… I turn around to see Minamino standing behind me.

"Um hey, 'sup?" I greet him. Maybe I should be more formal? Eh, what's the point?

"I was just wondering Ms. Sierra where you would like to meet at the beginning of lunch to do our tour and if you could show me to my next hour class?" he asked while grabbing my way un-organized and way too heavy book bag from me and slinging it over his own shoulder. Should I consider that chivalry or book bag-napping as a threat to make me comply with helping him? Tch, whatever, Mrs. Freemen, my third period language arts teacher is cool so she wont mind if I’m a little late, plus that damn bag is heavy and I’d probably kill myself if I try going down the three flights down the stairs.

"Sure, why not?" I ask looking directly into his green eyes. Wow, so vivid, if I didn’t know any better I’d say he was wearing cosmetic contacts., and dude, that hair, that is dyed right? Probably some wanna-be cool punk. Tch, idiot.

So off I went with Mr. Gentlemen. This kid must be gay, not surprising, most of the guys here are, not that that’s a bad thing, its just annoying that all the 'Davis demi-gods' are so...unattainable by my gender.

"Where's you next class?" I asked, "In building three I believe." he replied

"Oh, okay, mind if I tell my teacher I’m showing you the way and drop of my stuff since it's in the same building?" at this I got a small shake of the head indicating it was indeed, 'okay.'

“So what's ya next class?" I ask, "Mr. Devonian’s AP human geography class" he replied. Heh, of course it's that class. Out of all the classes it has to be that one, the one that had him in it, and of course I look horrible today, wearing pajama pant’s and a big t-shirt. Stupid spirit week. My life just got a little more complicated.

AN: any good or absolute rubbish? Right now I’m leaning toward the last one.