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I�d just
like to say that I�m so sorry to have not updated in the past�.. very long
time�. sweat. I�d like to say thank you to of tof those that did revue
my story. I just got to say that now that I�m no longer in high school but
studding at the OSA I�m still adjusting to all of the changes and then this
story completely slipped my mind.

Pudin J

Tuesday
October 13^th

(Wufei)

Mornings in
this house are almost unbearable.

Mei has a
tendency to sleep in and complain about school hours at breakfast wile my aunt
has the tendency to yell at her to hurry up which I must say only makes her
slower because she stops to argue with her mom.

While I
must say that I am rather efficient compared to them. I wake up at five every
morning and immediately have a shower, brush and get dressed. Then I move on to
making breakfast for all three of us before going into the living room and
meditating for half an hour, grab my bag and lunch that I prepared the night
before and head out to school.

I have
actually arrived a good fortnutenutes early and head off to the library in
order to study. Not that I have any homework left to do I simplye a e a lot of
catching up to do in my computer class.

I�m so far
behind in this class that I can�t imagine passing it. I don�t even know why I
was placed in this class in the first place. I don�t believe that I willr
nr
need anything that this class could teach me.

But I have
never failed a class before and don�t intend to start now. So sitting in the
library I open up a book that after reading for a good fifteen seconds I have
already realized that there is no way I will ever understand what�s inside of
it.

Giving up
my pointless research after a good ten minutes I slouch in the chair. I wont
say that I was moping because people my age gust don�t do that, but I was
starting to get frustrated with my dilemma.

I�m starting to think that I might need help but I�m not that far gone yet,
besides who would I ask anyway? It�s not like I know anyone who could actually
help me understand it well.

I�ve never
had this kind of problem before so I�m not to sure about what exactly I should
do. All of my other classes are really easy and I actually know what�s going on
but on this I�m stumped.

Maybe I
should talk to the teacher?

I look at
my watch and can�t help but sigh, my schedule is possibly one of the dreariest
things I�ve ever seen. Gym, Computers, English and Math all subjects that bore
me to death.

Standing
and grabbing my bag, Id ofd off to first period. Computers.

Today is
most certainly not starting off on the right foot.

The halls
are already starting to get crowded and I have to push my way past the other
students, squeezing past when they refuse to make room.

I suppose
that that�s one consolation, the fact that the halls here are about the same as
those back home. Always packed up with students trying to get to class in time,
running and pushing their way.

One thing
that greatly disturbs me is that back home I was among the average height for a
male student of my age group and here I seem to be among one of the shortest
here. It makes for navigating around a crowded hall very hard when I can�t
exactly see where I am.

I have
managed to pass by my intended class several times before stopping in front of
the right door, all of which is rather annoying.

Computers�
my slowest class. Not that it�s longer it simply passes by much slower then the
others because of how much harder it is for me then the others are.

Maybe I can
have my schedule changed.

The classn�t n�t all that big but then again most people know this stuff already I
suppose. I�m simply an exception to this new-age-knowledge. It�s said that we
as the new generation are now based on technology.

I say it�s
a lode of crap.

I�m not
usually subjected to being quite so crude inchoichoice of words but today is
not a good day.

Relina
seams to have decided to grace me with her presence in class, and I must say
that I wish she hadn�t. she took great joy in watching me struggle all class
without even offering to aide me.

I don�t
think I like her very much right now.

When the
bell rang, signaling the end of class, I can�t help but wish the day would end.

(Heero)

My day
started out like any other has for the past several years. Get up, get dressed,
eat and leave.

Something
else that seams to have stayed the same is my inability to arrive to art class
on time.

Quatre gave
me one of his disapproving looks before turning back to listen to the teacher
like the good student that he is.

I like art
class and love the subject because I can express my self in a way that is almost
impossible to decipher by anyone else but me. It�s creator.

I still
haven�t found an appropriate subject for my art project yet and Mme. Pelta
wants us to hand in our choice so she can be sure that no one has the same
subject.

I rack my
brain for some sort of idea that no one else would have. As she slowly makes
her way over to where Quatre and I are seated I grab at the one idea silently
dancing at the back of my mind and almost instantly regret it.

�Heero,
what have you chosen?� She�s nice but has the worst timing.

�Exotic
beauty.� I can�t believe I just said that.

Quatre
gives me a strange look, it�s not a subject I would have usually chosen and
it�s a rather vague choice. Exotic beauty, what was I thinking?

Quatre�s
subject is going to be much more appropriate.

�Emotions.�

Figures it
wouldn�t be much better. Well, that�s what you get for only giving us a day to
think over our subjects. It�s almost like she wants o pio pick out some lame
brain idea that we haven�t properly thought through yet.

The one
thing I am very happy about with this project is that it�s rather wide open forveraveral interpretations as of how we can accomplish it.

With very
few specifics it shouldn�t be hard to complete.

Now all I
have to do is find an exotic subject to work with. As I have said several times
before, I can work wonders when I have a subject in front of me otherwise I
suck at realistic art.

�Now class,
all of you have chosen great subjects but they are all rather vague. So what I
would like you to do is brain storm for a more precise idea branching off of
your initial idea. But keep in open for additional interpretations.�

She is such
a flake.

By the time
the bell rings my head feels like mush and Quatre doesn�t seem to have fared
much better then me.

I quickly
make my way through the halls, pushing my way passed every one that stood in my
way.

I tend to
do that a lot when I�m annoyed and the prospect of math class doesn�t hold much
value for improvement.

I quickly
take a seat between Trowa and Zech, taking a deep brealm mlm mlm myself. And of
course I now wish to hyperventilate.

Relina
seams to have decided to sit behind me with Hilde on her left behind Zech and
the most visual thing I can think of doing to express my feelings on this
matter is smack my forehead into my desk.

Trowa and
Zech, the great help that they are, smirk in my general direction. They know I
hate the girl, with the amount of times I�ve gone and said it.

I�m
actually quite surprised that she hasn�t said anything yet.

I�ve�
thought to soon, for the next thing I know she�s tapping me on my shoulder
trying to get my attention.

Of course I
ignore her.

So of
course my friends help her out.

Zech
discreetly passes me a note right after the teacher makes his appearance. I
unfold it and immediately recognize Relina�s pink writing.

Boling the
paper in my fist I �discreetly� toss it at Zech�s head and the resounding �ow�
is music to my ears.

M. Gagne
frowns disapprovingly at us but over all ignores our goofing off.

I ignore
the next several attempts to hand me notes and take up watch of the clock. It
wont be to long before lunch time and I can�t possibly come to soon.

I take the
time to count every single twitch of the hands and hold my breath in
anticipation as the hours tick closer to twelve.

My mind
returns to now when a hand lands on the desk in front of me and I jerk to look
up into the eyes of my teacher.

�Mister
Yue, would you kindly give the class the answer to the question on the
blackboard.� Dame it, he dose not look happy.

I look at
the board, X=? X/35=13.p>

Well, let
me think, thirty-five times thirteen point five equals�

�Fore-hundred
and seventy-two point five.� I quickly answer and then stand as the bell rings.

Thank
someone that I can finely leave. I�d say �k gok god� but I just don�t believe
in him. Quite frankly I�m more likely to believe in an invisible pink unicorn
than any god.

I quickly
make my way to my locker and then over to the cafe where I meet up with the
gang. Knowing that the gaggle of girls would be arriving soon we quickly talk
about anything relevant, although getting interrupted by Quatre�s fit of
giggles.

I turn to
look in the direction he is facing and see� nothing over by the cafe door.

(Wufei)

My second
class is much more welcome then my first, English being a rather simple subject
for me. I�ve always had a gift for languages or so I�ve been told.

In class I
took the same seat in the far back as I hastersterday and soon Dora and Mei
took their seats on either side of me.

Class
starts off rather smoothly until I start to receive letters and nudges from
both sides. Mei asking me to pass to Dora and vice versa.

After a
good ten minutes I can�t stand it any more and the next letters from either
side gets torn up.

I have
never been known for having a short temper, that�s probably why it took ten
minutes before I actually did anything.

I don�t
like to act this way but I just cant bloody stand being treated like a
telephone.

After that
incident was over the rest of class passed by rather fast. Were starting on a
book repore wee were given one month to read a long novel and then right a five
page report on it. Plus cover page and bibliography.

Some of the
classes here might actually teach me something. I love reading so this project
should be easy enough for me to accomplish, although I can�t say the same for
Mei. In the entire time that I have been living here I can�t recall ever once
seeing her with a book. But I will not judge her it�s very possible that she
simply doesn�t read in the light of day or only when I�m not around to see.

She could
be like me when it comes to hiding some
things such as my chats with my friends back home, although the phone bill
might change all of that.

The lunch
bell rings signaling the end of class and I quickly grab my things and hurry
out of the class room and over to my locker where I deposit all of my books and
grab hold of my lunch. I then make my way over to the cafe.

What were
the lunch rules again�. I look at the cafeteria door. Eat at the table with the
cool guys? Well, what ever it is I�m hungry.

I make my
way inhe che caf� and scan the room for ether the girls or the cool guys� what
were there names again� what ever.

I can�t
spot any of the girls but I do see the guys. I see the one I like (and have
actually formally met) look in my general direction. The next thing ow how he
smiles and points my way. I tilt my head to the side trying to look questioning
and he just smiles even more and points again.

The next
few seconds are quite a blur. I�m grabbed from behind by several sets of arms
and pulled out of the cafe.

As it turns
out I forgot one of the most important lunch time rules. It being that we can�t
enter the cafe until the appropriate time.

In other
words I�m going to have to wait before I can eat, I must say that I�m beginning
to hate all of these rules.

I can smell
the food and my stomach growls in protest to the long wait it must endure. I�m
a growing boy and I need all of the energy I can get hold of.

Apparently
the girls aren�t very spontaneous, all of the rules should have been my first clue
but when they start to plan out all of the subjects that they want to talk
about when there with the boys I gust have to say that it�s a little pathetic.

My stomach
growls again and I glair down at my watch and then at the girls. They have just
started to apply some extra makeup and placing their hair just so. I think that
this whole parade of theirs is simply pathetic.

I�m not
saying that they aren�t nice people and all, there just� oh I don�t know. They
simply have their priorities a little mixed up.

Finely when
they deem themselves ready we enter the cafeteria and just like yesterday every
one turns are way and I can�t help but mope. I really don�t like being the
center of attention. Although I�m pretty sure that most of the people are
looking not at me but the girls. They do look pretty but maybe just a little
too much so, possibly almost fake.

Once again
we take our place sitting at the cool guys table and I see Quatre?� smirk at me
and I can�t help but blush and divert my gaze to my food. Pulling out my lunch
I can already hear the girls talking about what had been decided upon.

Most
assuredly pathetic.

I start in
on my food finishing as fast as possible so as to get away and maybe head over
to the library in order to pick out a book for the report.

But of
course I seem to have been let out on some rule because the moment that I start
to stand up I get pulled back down into my seat by Hilde who was sitting on my
left side.

I glair at
her and try to stand up again and her grip on my arm tightens.

What on
earth is her problem.

I don�t
necessarily mind sitting with the girls or even with Quatre but the rest of
them I either don�t know or simply don�t like.

She leans
over and whispers onto my ear in what I am supposing is supposed to be a
discreet manor and tells me that I�m not supposed to leave until either I get
consent from Relina or one of the other guys.

I must say
that it was right then that I realized just how pathetic their little group
actually was.

I tug my
arm from Hilde�s grasp and grunt out that I�m leaving and that if they needed
me I�d be in the library studying.

Heero

When Quatre
finally found the power to speak again he seemed to have decided not to grace
us with an explanation to his outburst even after Duo begged him. Even I have
to admit that�s a great feat. If yon�ton�t comply because of his looks then
it�s to simply shut him up.

Myself, not
being to sure as to what was going on inside of blondie�s head simply ignored
it and moved on to far more important things. Such as food.

Ever since
the girls took up residence at are table, my lunch time food intake seams to
have diminished. So I have come up with a most brilliant plan� eat fast and
leave before they get here.

Although my
friends talking is rather distracting and I�m only partially through my meal
when the gaggle of over grown Barbie dolls enter the seen followed closely by
their newest member, mini oriental Ken. Barbie�s biggest fan.

Once again
there group takes there seat at are table and I must say that I wish I wasn�t
so easily distracted because I can no longer use my right arm to eat thanks to
the large blond parasite stuck to it.

Relina can
be such a pain some times, I wish she would just back off. It�s pretty obvious
what it is that she wants from me, she�s about as thick as a peace of tracing
paper.

And let me
confirm that that is very little indeed. There�s just no depth or substance to
her.

I like the
peoI haI hang around with to at the very least be slightly interesting.

I think
she�s talking about some new clothes line that just came out by the continual Haute couture, Faux pas and Tr�s
chic mumbo jumbo pouring out of there mouths.

Ignoring
there blathering I let one part of my body sti still has the capacity to move
take charge. I decide to look around the table.

Although
the familiar sites are there and always amusing to watch my eyes trail over to
the unfamiliar, the new kid, Wufei.

I don�t
think that I�ve ever really taken a good long look at him since his arrival
yesterday. He�s obviously pure Chinese unlike Meiran who has some American in
her from her father�s side from what I gather.

He has
naturally tanned skin and black hair, slightly slanted dark eyes and rosy lips.
His face is exceptionally child like and looks to still have baby fat in his
cheeks. There is no denying that he is short enough to be mistaken for a
freshman instead of a senior student although from what I�ve come to see in gym
class, hisy isy is not that of a child.

There is
but one last thing that I can�t help but notice� their letting him eat.

I want to
know what it is that passed so as to allow him such freedom in thesenesence of
the geese.

He�s simply
sitting there, eating his meal, and by the looks of it about to leave, lucky
guy.

But, oh,
look at that� one of the fowl won�t let him go, and who couldn�t see that one
coming.

He�s pulled
back into his seat, twice and than did something that even surprised me, he
jumped from his seat, grabbed his things and called out to all those at are
table �I�m going, if any of you need me I�ll be in the library.� and then he
stormed off.

The kid was
a genius, he had successfully distracted the gaggle and Relina�s arm was no
longer hindering me.

Qui I
I
grabbed hold of all of my things and hastily excused myself with the sudden
need to study.

I suppose
that the other guys got the hint because the next thing that happens there
grabbing there stuff and following me out.

We don�t
head off to the library but we do make are way outside.

The fall,
being what it is, was absolutely beautiful. Me being the closet romantic that I
am would never admit any of this out
loud but I really do love this season. The changing of the leaves, the cool
breeze and the warm weather.

We staid
outside until the sound of the start of class bell sounded at witch point we
headed inside.

I quickly
make my way over to the science classroom and although I�ll never show it, I am
glad to say that I made it in time.

Science
class is nothing to talk about so I wont say anything other then that I will
never become a doctor no matter how well they get paid.

Contrary to
popular belief I do pay attention in class no matter how little it may show at
the time. I�m actually one of the top students in my class.

Time flies
by pretty fast when your not paying attention to the clock, witcha goa good
thing because I don�t think I could have stayed in the class room much longer
then I already had.

Pretty soon
I made it to the gym, the one class that I don�t mind showing off that I can
excel in it.

I must say
that the class seams pretty energized today and I can�t help but wonder why�
maybe something was placed in their food or maybe it could have been M. Eve�s
good mood that was spreading around the room.

Today we
were doing the best possible game� football. All of the guys like it because we
can get violent and the girls seam to like not because they don�t participate
in it but because it gives them time to practice there cheerleading chants.

They can be
annoying but at least they stay out of our way.

We�re
quickly split up into two groups and then the game begins.

Not to
boast or anything but my teem kicked butt, we had most of the best players on
our side including Trowa, Zech, Treize and myself. The other team did have Duo
but I got to say that Quat is no athlete. Even with his small frame the new kid
did pretty well and seams to be a pretty good team player, helping out Quat and
all.

I must say
that he seams to be getting along pretty well with Duo and Quat at the moment�
maybe he�s not so bad?

Wufei

After
picking out a book in the library I the made it to my next class with time to
spare. With math class being what it is the class time seemed to fly right by
me.

There�s
nothing to it really� it�s all logic. There is a reason and place for
everything and all that you have to do is know the formula and the rest is
simple.

You don�t
always have to understand where the numbers or reasoning comes from so long as
you know how to manipulate it.

Sufficed to
say, I�m rather good at this subject.

My outlook
on the rest of the day was rather positive compared to this morning, with this
subject and the gym later things seemed to be looking up for me.

Gym, being
what it is, is a good outlet for me. Getting rid of all the excess energy and
frustration that�s built up in the past long while.

I was put
onto the same side as Quatre, it was nice to talk to an other guy for a little
while and he even properly introduced me to Duo, the guy with the excessively
long braided brown hair.

After
actually speaking one on one with him I�m glad to say that I think we are now
friends. He seams to be a nice guy although he has a really annoying
personality. Together we had fun passing the ball to Quatre even after he had
pleaded with us not to. My only answer to his plea was that he would never get
better unless he practiced and then tossed him the ball.

The game
was fun but I think you could say that are team lost because me and Duo kept on
passing the ball over to Quatre and he in turn would either drop it or get
tackled within seconds. I suppose that if one were on the side lines it would
not have been a very impressive match.

The school
day pulled to an abrupt end and not to very long latter I was comfortably
sitting in the apartment reading the book I�d just barrowed from the library.

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