Bad Karma
You peeked through the window of a should-be-empty classroom with Amaya and Yumi. Yumi managed to drag you there, and now that you could see people in the room, you wished you had declined. The room was full of weird-looking people. Yumi searched the room carefully, before bringing her hand up. "There, that's him."
You looked in the direction she was pointing. 'Him' as in a boy? Oh, even worse then. She must have really forgotten your people problem. 'I wanna go home...' "Uryu Ishida. He's the president of the sewing club. He should be able to- Hey! Where are you sneaking off to?!" Oh great, now you got her temper going. Nice job. You'd never get away now.
You stopped and turned to look at her with an innocent smile. "Oh, you know... I've got tons of homework to do. Hehe." Yumi scowled at you. Walking over, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you back towards the classroom. "Oh come on Yumi! You know I don't like people! I don't want to go in there!" Seems like you didn't have a choice.
She slid open the classroom door and shoved you in, quickly shutting the door behind you. No one really turned to look, but your head said that they were all staring at you secretly. You turned towards the door, a pleading look on your face. Amaya opened the door an inch so you could talk through it. "Come guys, let me out." Yumi glared at you, whispering back through the door.
"No, you're failing and you need help with the class. You'll never pass if you don't get help!" Amaya nodded in agreement. Really, picking on you seemed to be the new trend. Why was she participating anyways? You were sure it was just for a chance to be mean. You'd have to get her back. "Now go ask for help!"
You huffed at her persistence. "But I don't even know what to say! It's not fair Yumi! Let me out!" When you pulled on the door, she held it firm in place. Muttering a 'go' she closed the door, almost on your fingers. You barely had enough time to pull them out of the way. Boy, you would've drawn attention if the door had actually caught them.
Sighing, you turned around and observed your target. He was reading something, and nobody sat near him or was talking to him. Oh yes, he was very inviting. And what kind of guy is in a sewing club anyways? You groaned inwardly and started walking towards his desk. He didn't look up yet, so there was no chance of shying away before you even got there. 'Damn...'
You stood behind him, fidgeting with your fingers. Hmm, now how to get his attention... You turned back to the door once more, still with a pleading look. Yumi just scowled again and pointed at the kid in front of you. You bounced on your feet a couple of times to rid yourself of nerves. You decided on tapping his shoulder.
You jerked your hand back when you felt a jolt. "Um, excuse me...?" When he turned his head to look at you, you just about ran out the door. Or at least you would have tried. "Um, you're... Uryu, right?" He answered with a simple 'yes'. So, not much of a talker either... maybe things weren't going your way at all today. "Um, I need some help with something and... I was told I should ask you."
His eyes narrowed before he turned back to read his book. "No, I can't help you. Leave me alone." You were a little crest-fallen, but didn't really think it was personal. After all, he didn't know you in any way. How could it be personal?
"Oh, ok..." You turned and started walking back for the door. A failed attempt was a good enough excuse for Yumi to let you out of the room. You didn't even make it half way there before the door opened harshly. Jumping from the sudden outburst, you watched Yumi storm into the room. She had a mighty scowl on her face, and her hands were clenched. You brought your hand out to stop her before she could pass you, but to no avail. "Yumi, stop! He already said no! Leave him alone!"
She stood in front of Uryu's desk, hands on her hips and glaring. Once she had his attention, she started. "And why Mr. Ishida, can you not help my friend?" You wish she would just stop. Now everyone in the class was looking in the general direction.
"I don't have to do anything." He shut his book and stared back at her with the same intensity that she had. You hated how Yumi had such a temper. Why couldn't she just be quiet like everyone thought she was?
You stepped forward to tell her to stop, only to be pointed at by her. "Oh no Etsu, you're failing and you're gonna get help so you can pass!" Wow, you didn't even have to say anything. Points for Yumi; that was a new record for sure. The only thing that Yumi forgot was that you didn't want the help in the first place.
Uryu stood, and you decided it was about time you intervened. "No Yumi, he already said no, so let's go!" You grabbed her arm and ran from the room as quick as you could. There was no point in arguing with someone you didn't even know. Amaya may pick on you, but Yumi was one to start fights then leave it to someone else to clean up the mess. And you were sick of being the one to clean them up.
You sighed when you finally had her out of the school again. You'd probably hear it from Yumi, but it was better than someone hating you for no real reason. With little babbling on her part, once you reached he school gates, you decided to part ways. "Hey Yumi, sorry but I've gotta go do something. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, okay?" They bought it rather quick and walked down the opposite direction. You walked yourself, just around the corner. After a moment or two, you peeked to see if they had left sight yet.
Coming back around the corner, you trudged back up to the school. Best to apologize while Yumi wasn't there. She'd tell you not to apologize, that it was his fault for being arrogant. You didn't think he was arrogant. What reason did he have to help? After an apology, you can put it all behind you and never talk to him again.
You froze when you saw him walk out of the school doors. Well, maybe apologizing wasn't the greatest plan after all. You didn't really want to talk to him. But maybe if you apologized, you might get some help for your next unit. But if you didnt, then you wouldn't have to deal with a complete stranger. But if you did...
He walked right passed you, towards the school gate, likely to go home. "Oh, hey..." Crap, too late now. Now you had to apologize. He stopped and looked at you over his shoulder. "Um, I just wanted to apologize for Yumi." There, apology finished, now everyone was happy. You watched as he simply walked away and out of sight. He could have at least told you he accepted the apology.
You leaned back in your chair, sighing like no tomorrow. Well, there was no school until tomorrow at least. It was finally the weekend, Sunday in fact. Time to relax, take a bath, and sit at the computer for all hours of the day yet again. Oh yes, this would be a fun day. You reached forward to begin surfing the net, fingers almost on the keyboard. "Etsu, mom wants to see you." You narrowed your eyes and sighed at the presence of your little sister. Why, oh why, did your mom need to see you now?
You got up from your computer chair, pointing at your little sister. "Don't touch anything!" She had a nasty habit of wrecking something on your lap top every time she touched it. You were sick of spending the money having to get it repaired. And it always came out of your allowance for some reason.
You walked into the kitchen, smelling the dinner that your mom was cooking. Chicken Teriyaki no doubt. It was the easiest dish that your mother knew how to cook. "Yeah mom?" She turned to face you, almost surprised that you had actually gotten out of your chair within the first twenty minutes she had asked for you.
"Oh, Etsu, I need you to go get something for me." You scowled and closed your eyes. Huffing through your nose, you opened your eyes to glare at her. Not once that weekend had she left you alone to your computer. It was growing very aggravating. "Come on. I need you to go pick up some chicken for me. I don't have enough to finish this." She should have thought about that before she started.
You only glared more. Getting chicken meant trekking across town to the only place your mother would buy her chicken. It was close to the main hospital. "If you want dinner, Etsu, you'll stop glaring and go get the chicken." Now that just wasn't fair. You didn't even like chicken. You'd be eating the salad she made you like every night.
You grabbed money from her purse and walked back up to your room to shut down your computer. The battery was low anyways; you could charge it while you were gone. Hearing a giggle come from your room, you dashed for the door. Throwing it open, you caught your little sister playing with the cords in the back of the lap top. "Get out of my room!!!"
She shrieked loudly, running around you as fast as she could to avoid being hit in the head... again. What was it now, three times this weekend you had managed to whack her? Wow, she was being more aggravating than usual then. To push her luck so far was a hazard to her health. "Etsuuuuu!" Oh great, of course she had to go whine to your mom. Quickly, you unplugged everything on your lap top and took off out the door. You would not leave it there so that your mom could tell your sister she could play on it. No way in Hell.
"Torturing your sister again, Etsu?" You turned towards the driveway to see your dad just getting out of his car. "I could hear her screaming from all the way out here." He gave a smile and grabbed his briefcase from the back seat. At least he was home. He could calm things down while you were gone and you might get off the hook for your sister's squealing.
"Hear who, Tsuki or mom?" You rolled your eyes. He laughed at your joke and ruffled your hair as he passed. You'd ask him for a ride to the store, but he always said you needed exercise. As if walking across town was a normal thing for a teenager to do to get exercise. Well, at least with your lap top in hand, you could listen to music there and back. You opened up the top as you walked down the road, flipping through different songs until you found one you liked. Plugging headphones into the side, you closed so that there was a small gap where your finger held it open and listened to the music blast your ears. It wasn't something a normal teenager would use to listen to music, but whoever said you were normal?
You sighed, coming out of the small shop carrying a brown bag of groceries and your lap top. It wasn't an easy feat either. The bag was heavy and because it was paper had no handles. Why did your mom like this store so much again? Oh yeah, the checkout guy was 'cute'. You did a silent gag, almost dropping everything you had bought. You knew you needed more than just chicken in the house, so you bought eggs and bread among other things. It really wasn't making your day any better. Karma could go screw itself.
Just then your music stopped on your lap top. Groaning, you stopped, put everything down, and opened it up. Great, a dead battery. 'Screw you too Karma!' Payback really was a bitch. Now you couldn't even go on the damned thing when you got home. 'Great, just great.' You closed your eyes and huffed through your nose for the second time today. It was a bad habit of yours when you got irritated. You stuffed the damned computer into the brown bag as best you could, hoping to Hell that it wouldn't fall out. Why to Hell? Cause Buddha had obviously taken a turn on you.
Picking everything up you continued down the empty street. It was actually kind of creepy, like in a horror movie. Right around the time when someone would jump out and attack you. "Hey ass. Keep your hands off the girl." You could barely contain a scream. Creeping yourself out was not the best thing to do, but it was something you did a lot. Peeking around the corner ever carefully, you watched as an orange haired kid walked up to some guy on the street.
"Keep out of this brat." Hmm, you didn't know which side to root for. The kid with the orange hair looked rather arrogant and well, he had orange hair. He was probably some punk looking for a fight. A fight you would prefer to avoid. Just great, that was the fastest way home too. How much of a bitch was payback planning on being today?
"Hm... no." You watched with your mouth open as the orange haired kid beat the crap out of the other guy. 'I'm rooting for the winner...' You were about to turn and hide until the fight was over when someone else caught your eye. Your eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in deep thought. 'So... she's here. Never thought I'd see her around this part of town again.' With that you turned and took the other root home. You'd hear it from your mom for chasing your little sister anyways. Your dad's influence wouldn't do that much to save you. What more was getting in trouble for taking so long?
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Opening the door to your classroom, you stopped dead. The class was full, in the middle of a lesson, and everyone was staring at you.
Rubbing the back of your head in annoyance, you watched the girl bend down and grasp your untouched half of your sandwich and take a large bite out of it.
You began to get goose bumps again and got paranoid. What if someone was following you?
