The Three of Us

Chapter 1: Lisa's P.O.V.

Ugh, my mom got me this journal to work on my "English Skills". I have a fucking A I'm English and she says I speak Japanese way too much to my friends back in Japan. Well, I first need to say is my name is Lisa Futaba. I'm japanese and I can speak and write English completely fine, my mom can't even say "hello" without using a translator.
Enough about my mom, this journal is suppose to be about me and my life. One thing before I get into my shitty little high school life as a complete loser, there is this one bitch that really pisses me off. Her name is Tia. I really don't give a fuck about what her shitty American last name is! She thinks she is the most popular girl in school, but she really isn't. People just pretend to be her friend so they don't hurt her or anything.
So, I'm in high school and I'm sixteen. As a child I grew up in America and I was born in Japan. In elementary school I met two girls, they were the only girls that would really talk to me, their names are Lexie and Luna. We've known each other since we were six. Once I got to middle school I met some many other nice people I could actually talk to. Every summer I go to Japan to visit my grandparents and cousins. Also, I'm part Korean. Every Spring Break, instead of spending time with Lexie and Luna, I got to Seoul to visit my other grandparents. Someone times my favorite Kpop bands preform, so I attend their concert. Last year, I got a picture with Kevin from U-Kiss and his autograph.
I like food, volleyball, art, swimming, friends (my only ones), and this one guy. I'm on a volleyball team for school and for this other team. I'm on the swimming team for school and another team. I compete in annual art competitions, I take four art classes, art summer camps, I volunteer as a teacher at a small school on weekends, and do it for fun. As you, can see I really like art. I can't really swim or play volleyball because my mom wants me to focus on art more and get more volunteer hours, but I don't mind because I really like art. This "one guy" is from school. I don't really like talking about this stuff because it's a little personal to me. Only Lexie and Luna know. His name is Austin Wong. He has long brown hair that glitters in the sunlight, dark brown eyes that sparkle like a vampire, pale smooth skin like a peach's skin. He always wears basketball shorts, some t-shirt, elites, and Nike shoes. All I know about him is that he plays basketball, he swims, he likes art (he's good, but to the point where I'm still better than he is), volleyball, and speaks Japanese and Chinese. He is basically my dream boy. Not to be racist or anything, but I am not really a fan of white guys. Not getting in on my personal life too much, but you can tell I kinda sorta have a crush on this guy... Now this is actually a surprise because I am not a big fan of boys, so if I tell Lexie or Luna they will freak out.
There's this one guy that really has hate me since we were four years old. His name is Aaron. He hates me because every year, we enter an art competition and I always win first place and he gets second. We've been at it for twelve years now. Every year before the competition he always tells me "I'm gonna win bitch!". I always tell him to fuck off and then he starts crying or he will walk away. Talk about being a baby. Oh gosh. I just realized tomorrow is the first day of 11th grade.
That fucking bitch Tia, thinks she'll run for fucking whatever. All I know is I saw the posters in the hallways. Not very attractive, all it says was "Vote for Tia, just do it". Also her art was bullshit! It looked like some kindergartener drew it! And it smelled like her, like someone just died. I knew was, she wouldn't make it even if she killed her self to do it. No one was looking and the teachers never look at the cameras, so I ripped the poster off the wall and threw it in the trash. I was so pissed, she's just doing this for fucking status like she does for volleyball. I was late to lunch, but I didn't give a fuck about it. I just grabbed the cafeteria's shitty lunch and stomped over to my friends. I slammed the my lunch down, sat down, violently pocked my lunch.
"What's wrong?" Lexi asked.
"That fucking, shitty, crappy, fake bitch!" I screamed pounding my fist against the table.
"Oh, the slut" Luna said.
"I'm not hungry" I yelled giving my lunch to Lexi, then stomped out of the cafeteria. We were allowed to go off campus and lunch was like one and a half hours so I walked over to Quickly's to get a tai milk tea with boba, I felt much better.