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Post by HIRIHOTO SOUJIROU on May 29, 2010 21:44:43 GMT -5
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Stupid clock, I wish it would go on fast already or else I might die from boredom. Ugh...I want to hit my head on the table so bad. The teacher is just droning on. Does he even care about what he is teaching? Better yet does he even know what he is teaching? He might as well be reading from a book at this rate. Oh god someone save me, just save me now. I noticed that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way as I wasn’t the only one stealing glances from the clock and trying to will it to go faster. Just one more minute until sweet freedom…that is until tomorrow where I would once again find myself bored to death. I really hate school. Why couldn’t I be tutored? It would make life so much easier but no. Mother and father insist that I live like a normal kid. Yeah that makes sense, every normal kid comes from a yakuza family right? Of course not! My life is relatively normal compared to most yakuza, namely because there is no blood on my hands and I was not even allowed to know what my family is up to. Instead I get to live a normal life…as if I want that even.
I rolled my eyes before going back to my book. At least I have something to look forward to today. I was going to meet someone called Ice Prince. I talked to him yesterday. Normally I wouldn’t meet someone in real life but we have quite a bit in common. Of course I told him that I was eighteen so I knew that there was going to be some explanation on my part. I sighed at that thought. I hated explaining things, it’s so tedious to me. Once the bell rung my heart leapt with joy. Unlike most kids who had rushed out though I calmly put my books in. Some people have said good-bye to me and I would say the exact same thing to them. They weren’t really friends they, just classmates. I don’t even remember their names since they’re no important to me. Once I put all of my materials into the bag I carried it and slowly walked out. Now it was time to go to the meeting place. That is if I got the right one. Hopefully I did. I wrote it down on paper.
It's a crevice between two bushes that no one seems to hear anything if two people talk about something privately there, and no one sees you.
Although it made me wonder. How in the world does he know of such a place. He had told me that he was sixteen which meant that he was a freshman just like me right? Then again he might have skipped a year or he might have lied. Guess there is only one way. I felt a small playful smile tug my lips. I was a bit curious at his reaction. Either he would think I’m the wrong person or I’m the shortest eighteen year old in the world. I chuckled at that thought. Placing my hands into the pockets of my uniform I started to walk down. I went outside and started to walk towards the crevice. I think I might have passed it a couple of times but never really took note of it. I saw no reason to. Now though…I have so I was going to have to find it.
It took me about five minutes of wandering around to finally find it. There I saw a male with blue hair. I blinked, guess that’s him. ”Excuse me but are you the Ice Prince?” I inquired as I proceeded over to the older male.
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AND I'M SURE I'M THE SAME BACK THEN
HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS
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ACTOR::shigeru
COSTUME::here
SONG::high school never ends by sugarbowl
RECITALS::628
CRITIC::none
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Post by HAJIME SHIGERU on May 29, 2010 22:56:54 GMT -5
Do you want to know the pain of having to sit through a teacher? I don't. It's like trying to run through a field of spikes. People always want to anticipate your motives, trying to find them out, but I prefer to lurk in the shadows; doing my dark deeds in the dark corners of the school. I've waited and waited for the teacher to stop talking, tapping my black ball-point pen against the surface of my desk. The students sitting around me were writing down notes, yet I did not. Want to know why? I do not take notes. Simple as that. I'm already smart enough anyways. I memorize what the teacher says, then I write the notes at home when I feel like it. Sometimes I don't even listen to the teacher: I fall asleep on purpose so they can see how boring their class is. Finally - the bell rang - and with the kids rushing out of the door, I did the same. Not so I can bump into people at all. I was just hurrying to meet up with this person I've met on Instant Messaging.
Tsukuyomi. That was the name of the person that I've met on IM. He seemed to share a lot of familiar traits with me, such as trying to get away from our parents and doing things we want to. He said he was eighteen, but is that exactly true? He could be thirteen for all I've cared. I don't really check up on how old people are, as long as they seem to cooperate with me or that they show good judgment and friendliness. I was curious as to how the person looked like; maybe they were so short, they look like they're ten years old. Maybe they're too tall, and they appear as if they are some powerful CEO of a company? I'm from two different families, my father being the CEO of a powerful chain of families, while my mother is the boss of a yakuza family. My life switches from two things; from being the heir to my father's business, to being the heir to my mother's yakuza family. It was making me dizzy, but I didn't care at the moment.
I've finally got to the spot where I said - people can't see anyone nor hear them. It was the perfect area to converse into conversation that no one can hear. The other students don't know of this place except me. Why? Because I found it first and I managed to hide it away from prying people; you know - the kind that love to copy other people and claim discoveries as theirs. I absolutely hate those people. I caught sight of a person that was coming to the spot, and as he stopped, he asked the question that I knew automatically made me think he was Tsukuyomi. "Yes I am the Ice Prince. You are Tsukuyomi, correct?" I asked, waiting for his reply before I went off as to what we were doing here for.
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Post by HIRIHOTO SOUJIROU on May 31, 2010 21:06:56 GMT -5
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