Cellanous

chapter seven : incident?

"So, why are you late?"

I looked up at my boss with wide puppy eyes. He merely glared back with an unamused face. I kept the pleading face on; however, a cold chill started its way down my back.

I was so in for it.

.&.

My pencil was currently the only thing amusing me. Eyes following the tip of the eraser as the pencil twirled between my fingers, I gave a heavy sigh. After being lectured by my boss for not letting him know that I was going to late, he stuffed me in my apartment and told me to study . . . which I rarely did.

Sounds bad, I know, I know. I didn't really study a lot, but my grades had always been sufficient enough for my parents and myself, so I didn't really bother. I found the time more useful towards practicing my voice acting or screwing around with Michelle, whom I considered family at this point.

Sighing again, I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling. Like any other high schooler, I didn't want to study. My thoughts kept drifting off to Michelle and I silently wondered how she was doing.

After all, there was some kind of tension in the air recently, and when it was like this, I always knew something would go to hell. For some oddball reason, whenever something went horribly bad, right before, there was that thick tension and anxiousness that seem to be forming. And only I could sense it.

Then again, I thought, yawning, it could just be a trick of my imagination or the fact that my boss just lectured me. My eyes lazily wandered over to the digital clock by my bed.

9:23.

Seemed like a perfect time to crash.

There was no way my boss was going to come in raising hell at this point.

I got up and out of my chair, stretching, before quickly dumping whatever papers I had on my desk into my bag. I rushed through my night time prep and collapsed into my bed. The moment I closed my eyes, I was out.

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"Disgusting."

Face twitching with disgust, I gingerly picked up the yellow uniform of Ouran. You'd think that with such an expensive school, they'd have a super cute uniform or something, but obviously not. Sighing, I submitted to my fate and threw on the dress. I couldn't afford doing something stupid again with my boss, who was still pissed off at me for yesterday. That wasn't even my fa - . . . Okay, maybe it was, but still.

Oh, how I already missed the two weeks of not wearing the uniform.

I made some extra adjustments to myself as I stared at myself in the mirror. How could anyone bare to wear something that was akin to the color of mustard? Mustard, in itself, was unbelievably disgusting.

Once down with the prepping, I tossed a glance at the time and gave a very audible groan. If I didn't get my butt outside right about now, I was going to be late. How fun could that be?

Grabbing my bag and a peach from the fridge, I ran outside and nearly tripped, before safely planting myself into the front seat of my ride. I breathed out some morning greetings to Akio and then spent the rest of the drive polishing off the peach, as my breakfast.