DITCHING WOULD BE BETTER. {Desiree}

[Ueda Narue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] "Narue get up, it's time for school..."

[/i]Chieko was a great sister, but at times she could really irritate a person with not listening to their demands. Naure kept her eyes shut, trying to do a 'Chieko' move and ignore the monotone voice of her older sister. Though it wasn't working too well for her, as she could still hear her sister's nags telling her to get up and get dressed quickly. Growling, Narue hastily got up out of bed and stomped her way past her sister standing at her bedroom door, fully dressed and with her arms crossed across her chest, to the bathroom a little ways down the hall.

Narue then quickly did her morning routine of brushing her teeth and cleaning her face of any grime that she had developed while sleeping. She heard a knock at the bathroom door, knowing that it was Chieko, Narue unlocked the door to let her sister in who was hanging Narue's school uniform on the door handle inside. "Ten minutes, if you aren't done by then I'm leaving you." Chieko mumbled before softly shutting the door.

Shooting an incredulous look at the door, as if Chieko would see it. Narue turned and snatched her uniform off the hanger it was hanging on. She didn't really care how it looked on her, the school was lucky she was wearing it. Hell, they were lucky she was even attending school at all!
If it wasn't for Chieko scolding her and watching her every move at school, Narue would have dropped out or at least ditched by now. But it was difficult having a sister that you respect, one that you actually listened to and changed your whole attitude for. Sighing, Narue threw her toothbrush and everything else she had used back where they belonged before running out of the bathroom and back into her room to grab her bag.

Chieko was waiting at the entrance with her outdoor shoes already on and her bag in her hand. Narue hurriedly stepped into her shoes and ran passed her sister and out the front door, Chieko following slowly behind. They didn't live too far from the school, so the walk wasn't too long and they had soon reached their destination. Once at their lockers they switched out of their outdoor shoes into their school slippers. Chieko then handed Narue her lunch box and headed off up the stairs to the third floor.

Narue on the other hand stood there at her locker a bit longer, she wasn't ready to head to class and she sure wasn't wanting to stand in the hallway for the other first years to stare at her and whisper about how 'tacky' she acted. Of course being an open homosexual and being in a traditional, strict family will do that to a reputation, however it didn't bother Narue too much. What did bother her is that they had the nerve to whisper it instead of just flat out saying aloud and to her face, maybe that's why she always got into fights...

Leaning against the lockers with her back against her's and a few others. Narue folded her arms across her chest and huffed, frowning down at the ground in thought. She had put herself in a bad mood just thinking about the gossiping pieces of trash, maybe she would try to ditch after all.

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[Millford Desiree]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I TRADE MY SOUL FOR A WISH,[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]PENNIES AND DIMES FOR A KISS[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] Desiree was a bit sleepy from the fact that she stayed up later then she should have studying for a class that she was struggling in. Or what she called struggling. She has been getting a Straight B in the class. It was angering her, she wanted to please her mother. Her mom was not strict about grades but she would always reward Desiree in some sort of way if she got really good grades. Desiree enjoyed these gifts quite a bit it made her feel good about herself. Like she was going to be someone or something bigger. As of now is just a normal student going to a normal school. When she pushed open the entrance doors to the school she let out a small yawn as she paced to the shoe lockers. Her uniform was intact but it looked like it was quickly put on as if the person was worried that they was going to be late. Her eyes had blue underlining showing her lack of sleep. Quickly tossing her shoes in her locker then putting on her correct shoes without even looking up. She turned and started to trot off to her next class, it was hard to see her eyes where opening and closing while everything seems blurry and strange. Still moving forward half-asleep she ran into something. The impact woke her up instantly. Her eyes flickered open showing her rare brown red eyes. When everything came into clear view she had ran into a girl. From her view the girl looked really tall but then she thought again.. she was on the floor. Her books where everywhere around her, her shirt was pulled up a bit showing more of her legs. Blushing bright red she rushed to fix herself up and started picking up her books. Desiree couldn't help but look at the figure who she had crashed into. She felt bad but she was to shy to say anything let alone look her eye to eye. She was about done getting all of her books from the floor but she felt weird having to have her rump in the air as she picked them up on her hands and knees. Now all the books where in her hands as she rested on arm on the locker next to her she pushed herself up. Then looked toward the girl but her eyes was facing down at the floor like a dogging getting a trouble. Her whole body was shaking she was worried to what the other female was going to do to her. Feeling weak and useless, her body was not made to fight. She only weighed around 110 pounds and stood at the height 4'9. She was a small thing. It was even surprising for her to join the tennis club being that her body is so weak. Still standing there like a halfwit she looked at the other girl with sad eyes as in that was her way of saying sorry. Now only if she could some how get her mouth to form the words.. it might be possible if she was not trembling to much. [/style]

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[Ueda Narue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] At least Narue could say that she was calm for a little while, that was until someone had the nerve to bump into her. She had just stood up straight to get ready to walk towards her classroom, when all of a sudden she felt a soft thud against her back. Grunting and getting jerk forward a bit, Narue continued to stare forward; waiting for the apology she deserved but didn't hear it. A look of annoyance shot across her face as she finally decided to see who it was that had run into her. "You've got guts running into like that b**ch!"

[/b] Narue's booming voice could be heard throughout the shoe lockers and most of the way down the hall. If people were looking, Narue didn't notice since she was more focused on the girl with her head down. She had looked familiar, but with Narue's train of thought, she wouldn't realize who it was until she got most of the anger out of her system.

Most people would know not to question Narue's temper, especially not in public. But there will still some that were too dumb and had to really bother themselves with why Narue had to get angry over a simple little mistake. The poor girl being under Narue's piercing gaze.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" She asked, though her talking sounded more like yelling either way. Narue wasn't going to start anything that she knew she would get in trouble for, however that doesn't mean she is just going to let the girl just get away with pushing her.

So what, maybe she was over-exaggerating it; since she was stronger and taller than the girl. Maybe she wanted to start this little predicament; it might just get her out of this irritating atmosphere.

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[Millford Desiree]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] Flinching at the sudden loud voice in her ears. She just happened to bump into one of the meanest girls in the school. Still trembling to the point you could easily see the books shaking in her grip. She was hugging the books next to her body as if they would help protect her in some way. Her head was still dipped down with her eyes planted on the floor now looking at the other girls feet. Opening her mouth she tried to form words but nothing came out but an awkward sound. Blushing softly at her failure of trying to speak. Her weak body was starting to slowly relax but that quickly ended soon as it stopped. That loud voice that made her flinch before popped out of no where again. The voice seemed quieter and maybe a tab bit kinder.. even though it still made her jump. In the back of her head she was worrying if she was going to be hit, kicked or what ever the other female could think of doing to her. But then it hit her, she would be late for class if she stays any longer. From the looks of this girl she could careless about being late for class. Pulling her head up she looked at the other girl with scared but admiring eyes. The other female had the body build Desiree wish she had. Her hair color was the prettiest of blonde. It wasn't a fake beach blonde or someone who die'd their hair to be a pretty blondie. Pulling herself out of admiring the girl even if it did made her forget for a moment about everything going on around her. Even if there was a moment of peace in her mind it was not enough to stop her body from shaking. Jumping at the feel of a touch on her back made her even more nervous. But when she felt that it was a clam and kind touch her whole being was calming down. "What are you doing to Desiree...?" the voice belonged to a male then the voice registered in her head as one of her male friends. Feeling a bit annoyed when he pulled her a bit closer to him to 'protect' her. Thinking to herself ' This is why I do not have many male friends let alone friends at all. ' She stepped back from his grip but not enough to be completely noticeable. Turning her eyes back to the girl to see her reaction on what just had happened. In a way she was glad the guy was trying to help her but, then she also wanted the girl to help her now. Desiree knew this guy he would want some type of reward for his 'kindness'. Desiree was guessing that he helped her just so he can get the reward.. Either way this was not looking good for Desiree. [/style]

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