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PART ONE
High school is hell. Being adopted makes the torment a hundred times worse but luckily for me, I have friends-- if you can call them that. A bunch of guys I tutor because I have to supplement my own allowance, thankfully, they're the only ones I deal with and their parents pay well.
"Yuki!" I hear Erick call out to me. He's the ditziest of the bunch. Always falling asleep when we have a session and never remembering to do his homework.
"Hey, Erick, what's up?" I shout back. He looks around quickly and then pulls me into the arch of a doorway.
"I need to copy the homework for History," he says quietly.
"You can't copy from me," I answer.
"Why not?" His eyes have already begun to plead, always a bit of a crybaby.
"Because we didn't have any homework last night, Erick," I say tapping my forehead, "Think!"
I wink at him and turn to walk away, giggling at the confusion on his face. No, I'm not cruel. I could've just told him that we had a quiz today, but what would be the point, he'd forget by the next period anyways.
My journey continues down the hall to my locker. The pretty decorations next to it telling me that the Queen Bee is having her birthday. I know, it's cliche to say things like Queen Bee, but wicked witch is already taken. The girl is beautiful, clearly, but she somehow manages to worry more about what I'm doing even when I'm not in the same league as her.
Save for the idiots that I tutor, I can't get a single guy to look my way, meanwhile, she has the entire male population lining up to kiss her feet.
I open my locker and switch out my books. After the quiz, we're supposed to be taking a break while they hold auditions for this year's school play. In high school, I'd like to point out that a school play is something lax that I want to ignore; unfortunately, seniors have to set up the auditorium and are essentially in charge of the auditions.
Thanks in part to our Queen Bee Charlotte, whom I've basically shared locker space with for the past 3 and a half years. She insisted that since we were the oldest ones, we should take care of things like that. Sadly, the truth is that she just wants to be at the top of everything where she could control everyone. Ditching would be suitable but, anyone who isn't there would have worse penalties; as explained by our Principal.
I can hear the sound of the heels as they stomp down the hallway. The ooh's and ahh's that echo after it, it's Charlotte, of course, so I hurry to make myself scarce. By the time I slam my locker shut and rush around the corner, I can hear the giggling growing. They're obviously laughing at me; they always do, but if I don't get out of her way, a sure horror awaits me.
My math session is only a few doors down, so I continue on my way, stumbling ever so often as I'm pushed around by the students in the hallway.
"This is really getting pathetic, you should stand up to her one of these days," Christian says from behind. He's always the wise one if only his grades reflected how philosophical he really is.
