FANTASY IN FUETAL JAPAN


Chapter 1 " Just another day"


"Up Amara up! Time for school!" Lillee groaned, tugging at my blanket.
"Go away Blondie! It's only.........5:30!" i yelled tossing my pillow at her.
"we don't have to be in 'til 7:30! We've got two and a half hours!"
"To get dressed and walk there," Lillee replied from in front of my dresser.
"well get out so I can get dressed,Do you're hair or whatever in the bathroom"
I moaned rolling out of bed. (not happily I might add)
         I got dressed and down stairs just in time to see my friends Hikaru and Char arrive. Hikaru without even saying hello,walks shamelessly into my kitchen and helps herself to my breakfast. And this doesn't bother me. I normally don't eat it anyway, but when she went for my bagel she'd gone too far. I love, I mean LOVE my bagels and she knows that. "back off my bagel wench!" I say as I stab her hand with my fork. (not hard, I'm not cruel)
"Time to go. Oh will you two cut it out! We're gonna be late!"
"Cool it Char, we're going"
"Let's go gang"

Chapter 1.5 "we the outcasts"

      Ok let me just tell you how strange the four of us look walking down the street. You have Char who looks something like Hotaru off of Sailor Moon with her black turtle neck,black skirt, black leggings,and black shoes. Her short cut, curly, bleach blonde hairconseals a lightly freckles face and eyes like blue topaz.
    Hikaru has recently dyed her long blonde hair, black and stone gray eyes. Her usual is (normally) whatever is most comfortable. A black shirt with no sleeves,jeans with holes in the knee, and her black reeboxs.
   Lillee is a mild prep. Skinny, blonde, brown eyes and the opposite taste when it comes to clothes. She enjoys wearing clothes that are both brightly colored and baggy.....That coupled with white sneackers.
   My name is Amara and I'm not blonde. (I know your thinking..."Thank goodness! I thought this story was about a bunch of blondes and something to do with Japan!") I have alburn hair,brown eyes and a great tan if I do say so myself. I usually wear black shirts with some sort of anime show logo (or anime theme)
A pair of black pants or jeans and combat boots. But the greatest thing about my outfit is always, my favorite black choker.
So thats us, weird right?

Chapter 2 "To school"

"It's really sunny out today,I thought it was suposed to rain," Char said staring dreamily at the sky. "I guess it's not"
The rest of us, not at all interested in the weather, continued staring at our feet and just sort of mumbled "Yeah I guess". The rest of the was silent with the exception of cars whizzing past and the occasional beeping of car horns as we wonder tward the road.
About 2 blocks from the school entrance Lillee stopped dead in her tracks, "Oh GREAT..."
We all came to a halt as a girl with blonde hair and a shirt three sizes too small pranced past.
"Rebecca Leann Green." Hikaru groaned "Queen of the I-can-buy-and-sell-you girls."
Char and I just grinned. A walking joke just wondered into our midst.
"Hey I'd be careful about how tight those shirts are Becky!"
"Yeah don't wanna bust those implants!"
Rebecca turned around and searched the crowd furiously for the one who had insulted her, and had Lillee and Hikaru not dragged me around the corner, she'd have found out fairly quickly. But Lillee and Hikaru over looked one thing in there attempts to subdue me, They left Char (who despite her timid appearance was quite homicidal when angered) alone and surrounded by a group of particularly chatty preps.
"There will be no survivers"


One of the girls apparently mouthed off to Char because her normally calm and composed expression changed so rapidly it startled them. So if only to perserve human life I  ran over and intervigned. "whats going on over here?" I said with mock cheerfulness.
"None of You bussiness," Said the taller one to my imediate right.
"This little wrist cutter told us to shut up!" Said the one to her left.
Char lunged forward but I restrained her.
"Wrist cutter?" I asked looking at Char,"She's not a wrist cutter, and you are very loud and right next to her and my ears."
"Who are YOU to say WE'RE too loud!?" The tall one yelled, this time directly into my ear. "You suicidals are all alike!"
Now my temper began to rise. Boy if she new what was good for her, she wouldn't say that again....
"Don't call me suicidal" I said, my words oozed with malice "And don't call her suicidal either.You don't know A THING about us."
"I know your nails are painted black, I know your both wearing wrist bands on only one arm and wearing all black outfits." She shot back snidely.
Char's eyes quivered as if begging for me to let her go, But my hold on her didn't relent.
"And I know your wearing a shirt too small for you, I know that your underwear sticking out of your pants is not an accident, and I know that you've got too much make-up on, But I haven't accused you of being a slut now have I?!" Thats it, Lost my temper again. (AND I let go of char...Ohhhh crap, not a good thing to let happen right now.)
My anger totally took control, I jumped forward without thinking and sunk my fist hard into her stomach and without a word Char swung her fist into her face with a sickening crack. On-lookers simply stared in amazment as blood trickled down her astonished face.

Lillee and hikaru were only mildly suprised. They expected as much from the two of us. "Are we gonna wait for a teacher to come, or are we gonna go to class?"
Char and I looked at each other as we all began to walk to our first period class. It was as if nothing had happened.
"Science class it the morning totally blows," I groaned watching Ms. Tierrac assign several pages of notes.
" FOUR pages of notes at 7:45 AM!?! Who can do this crap this early!?!" Char nearly shouted.
"This STINKS! It'll never sink in. I woke up a grand total of....15 minutes ago!" Hikaru grumbled.
"Why can't we just have Vocab. words like we used to? You know, out of the book? Her handwritting sucks." Lillee whispered squinting at the black board "Is that a Q or an A?"
"It's a B," Ms. Tierrac said indignantly.
Char stifled a laugh and tryed to cover it up with a coughing fit. (unsuccessfully I might add)
By the time we were done with our notes it was time for the next class. English with Mr. Reevi. Dennis Reevi was a funny little man in his forties, He was never afriad to make a joke about himself. Whether it be about his age or the gray in his hair, He always had a smile. Which seemed to be contagious to anyone who made eye contact. This if nothing else, Made Mr. Reevi my favorite.

We walked in and, as usual, Mr. Reevi greeted each of his students with a smile. Char, Hikaru,Lillee and I took our seats in the back row and searched the board for our assignment. Now I loved Mr.Reevi, but the man was so disorganized he'd have lost his head somewhere on his desk if it came off.