The Generation of Miracle Hates Me

C11

We arrived at the school. To put it plainly, it was completely different.

I cautiously walked behind Seijuro, uncomfortable from all the glares sent at me from all directions. Seijuro, on the other hand, acted as if he was king and strutted his way to the entrance...kind of like a chicken if I say so myself.

Near the entrance, there seemed to be...a group of fangirls? Seijuro's fangirl's? He had fangirls? Shocking.

Seijuro casually walked in through the entrance. I tried to follow him but, the humans blocked my way.

"What business do you have here?" One asked.

"Well you see, there's this thing called going to school, but you wouldn't know what that is since you're chasing a guy you'll never get." I retorted.

The girl turned red at my words but, breathed in calmly. "Well, we got off on the wrong end, but we would like to specially invite you to the Akashi Fan Club."

"First of all, its suppose to be the wrong start. Second of all, why would I want to join a club full of desperate girls?" I replied, pushing past her.

I'm absolutely going to make friends, I thought sarcastically.

-Time Skip-

The entrance ceremony was boring...as expected. I had also become class president. No wait, I was forced to become class president by "The Desperate". I was planning to join the basketball club but, there was a certain red-head in that club so, I decided to join the badminton club since it was required.

I walked toward the field. I was greeted by a girl with wavy brown hair.

"Welcome! Please sit down where ever you want. We'll be introducing each other."

I bowed, and walked past her. I flopped onto the grassy. I sighed, and began to drift off to sleep.

WHEEEP

I jolted up, suprised at the screech of a whistle

"Welcome to the Badminton Club! Let's start by having each of you introduce each other. My name is Sayuri Aisaka, prepare to die!" She cheered happily.

Well then..., I thought.

There was about an even number of guys and girls. I didn't pay attention to any of their names.

"May I ask who you are?" Sayuri asked, tapping on shoulder.

"I'm Misaki Ayame...Nice to meet you." I grumbled.

"Well, you're a lazy one. We'll make sure to get you hyped up!" She exclaimed, an evil grin creeping up on her face.

"Uh huh..."

She glanced at me, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.

"First, how many of you guys know how to play?"

Everybody raised their hands...but me.

"Ok then...I'll take Misaki with me. You guys will find a partner to play with." She demanded, dragging me 20 feet away from the others.

Sayuri shoved a racket and birdie in my hand.

"Show me how you serve. We'll work from there." She stated.

I sighed and position myself. I swung the racket and the birdie soared through the sky. Sayuri suddenly hit the birdie back at me. I lazily shot it back at her. She caught it in her hand.

"Well, you're pretty good. You sure you're a newb?" She asked, smiling.

I nodded.

"You can join the others." She said, waving her hands back to where the 'humans' were.

I walked back and sat against a tree, planning to nap.

"Hey, play against me." A male voice demanded.

I opened my left eye, hiding the green one behind my bangs. "No."

"Why not? Am I too good for you?" He sneered. The man had dyed brown hair.

"Fine. Prepare to lose." I stated, dragging my feet.

"Pshh, nice enthusiasm." He 'complimented'.

I let him serve. The birdie went back and forth. Others stopped and watched.

-Time Skip-

The game had finally stopped after 15 minutes of running around, hitting the birdie. I had obviously won.

"You're not bad, rookie." He declared. "I'll definitely win next time.

"Do I know you?" I asked, jerking my head to the side.

He glared at me. "You can call me Kei, rookie."

"Alright, newbie." I replied, walking away.