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Nisshi- Diary
Monday
Dear Nisshi,
Last night before I went to sleep, I was thinking of the worse things that can happen. You know, about me and my cousin Mary being at the same school. I thought I was prepared for the possible (and horrible) things to happen. But I was wrong. So wrong. When I was little, my okasan used to tell me that there are a lot of unexpected things that will happen in the future, thus, making it unpredictable. I really didn’t take it seriously at first. I mean, you can use tarot cards or horoscope to see what’s going to happen tomorrow. I actually did this last night and it said, “You’re in for a big surprise. Don’t let your guard down”. It sounded so much like Tezuka-buchou especially the last part, which made me wonder if buchou has a talent for fortune telling or astrology. Anyways, here’s how it happened.
Mary and I went to school together, like there’s any other choice. Supposedly, Mary’s class was 3-4 (I’m in class 3-6), but unfortunately for me, no one can ever say ‘no’ to her, so when she asked the principal if she can be in the same class as me, he immediately agreed. I didn’t know that she asked for a room transfer until she comes in to my actual homeroom classroom, and she was actually there, standing in front of the class (this was the part where I raised my book to hide my face).
She smiled sweetly and cutely at them. I actually didn’t saw it because of the book, but judging by the whispers of my classmates (especially the boys) it was definitely that killer smile.
I heard a boy classmate said, “Woah, look at the new comer! She’s so hot!”
Then the other one chirped in, “A fallen angel! Or maybe a goddess of beauty!”
Soon, almost all of the boys were whispering to each other, praising my cousin about this and that.
I rolled my eyes. This was exactly what I had imagined. Mary, being here in my school, and suddenly being the queen of the world without any effort. I raised my head for a bit to see what’s happening.
“Hello, everyone!” Mary smiled; her white teeth glistened brighter than the sun. “I’m Mary B. Sue and I came from America. But please be yourself when you’re talking to me. I can understand and speak a lot of languages including Japanese- fluently.”
I rolled my eyes again. What a braggart.
“Sugoi ne!” the boys exclaimed in total delight. “She’s not only beautiful, but also smart! The real beauty and brains!”
Sensei smiled at Mary. “We’re really glad to have you in this class, Mary-san. Where would you like to sit?” he asked.
Almost all of the boys raised their hands, dying to be this hot foreigner’s very first seatmate.
I lowered my head once again because I can sense during those moments that Mary was looking for me, and prevailed. Well duh. She always prevails. I can’t believe I even tried to hide. That was a total waste of energy.
“Oh! Michiko!” she yelped with utter lovability and delight. “I want to sit next to Michiko!” she pointed at me.
This was the part where I sighed, kind of irritated because Mary always gets what she wants, and so I stood up. All eyes turned to me, and I felt nervous because I’m not used to this kind of attention.
“Michiko?” sensei asked. “Do you know Michiko Oikawa?”
“Oh, I just don’t know her, Sir,” Mary answered. “I’m related to her.”
“Eh?!” the class asked, dumbfounded.
“Michiko Oikawa is my cousin.”
Another “Eh?!” came. The “Eh?!”’s made me exasperated. Seriously. I know I’m not as beautiful or as smart as her, but can they lessen the “eh?!” already? I mean, I myself was surprised to know that I have a perfect mutant cousin but my reactions weren’t as exaggerated as this. I believe that exaggerated reactions like “eh?!” should only be said when, I don’t know, black hole devours earth? Judgment day? The sun explodes? A reality repetition of the ten plagues?
“Naruhodo,” sensei said thoughtfully. “You can sit beside her.”
In case you’re wondering, Nisshi-chan, I’m at the very back with no seatmate. Mary smiled as she passed by; her golden hair was swaying back and forth, releasing a magical and heavenly aura that can make dead flowers bloom. Well, that is if we’re in a garden of dead roses. The boys gazed after her, mesmerized, as she sat down on the empty chair beside me.
“Mary-chan,” I pouted, breaking the heavenly enchantment. “I’m at the very back. You won’t be able to have a good view here. Go in front.”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” Mary shrugged. “I want to sit beside you.”
Then I had my mouth shut. Yes, Nisshi-chan. It ended just like that. When Mary says the words “I want”, followed by some things she wishes, there’s nothing you can do about it but obey, because…well…, you just have to. I think there’s some kind of mutanic mechanism that makes it automatic for everyone to obey her. Chotto matte. Is “mutanic” a word? Whatever. Anyways, you wouldn’t understand what I mean unless you meet her face to face.
That’s mostly what happened during class hours. Study, study and study. Listen, listen and listen. Take down notes, take down notes, and take down notes. Copy assignments, copy assignments and copy assignments. Then lunch came. Eat, eat and eat. Share food, share food and share food. After lunch, a few more class hours, tralalala.
Finally! Tennis practice came! I heaved Mary outside the school building and went straight to the courts. “This is the tennis courts, Mary-chan!” I beamed happily…and proudly. “I’m sure you’ll come to love it! Everyone in the club is really nice!”
“Right,” she robotically nodded. Yes. Robotically. I didn’t sense the slightest interest in her. She nodded out of…out of…how do I describe it? It’s like she’s doing it out of sense of duty. Imagine: you’re going inside a department store, and of course, a saleslady would greet or welcome you, but not because she wants to, it’s more because she’s assigned to do it. That’s exactly how Mary answered. Another thing was that she gazed at the tennis courts, tilted an eyebrow, and…yawned!
I mean c’mon! I was so proud in letting her see the tennis courts, and her reply was a yawn? I was really, really angry (and insulted). “Mary-chan!” I yelled. “What’s with the bored expression?” I demanded. “Just at least show some incy-wincy excitement!” I know I seemed so shallow, but it’s like singing a cheerful song then your audience would just yawn. Not that tennis courts were that much similar to singing but still. She could have at least smiled.
“Sorry Michiko,” she replied. Again, it was done out of sense of duty; the words meant sorry, but her voice didn’t. “I just don’t feel excited about the tennis courts. It looks…plain and ordinary.”
I twitched at her descriptions. I gave an annoyed smile. “Plain and ordinary? Then what exactly do you expect out of a tennis court?”
She paused for awhile and thought about it. She centered her shining, charming, elegant blue eyes on my auburn ones. “A tennis court that is glamorous is nice. You know, like an arena with lots of lights, cheering audience and wide screen. I’m used to that.”
Nani? Arena? Lots of lights? Cheering audience? Wide screen? Isn’t that a setting for swanky competitions?
“Mary-chan, that’s for high-class competitions, like, U.S. Open. This is a school you know,” I gave a small laugh. Was her brain on her feet? She was acting stupid again.
“I know,” she mumbled. “That’s why it’s boring. Maybe I got used so much to the U.S. Open setting.”
Got used so much to the U.S. Open setting? Well, I have no idea what she’s talking about, nor do I bother, but she just said that our tennis courts were boring. I can’t take that sitting down. “The U.S. Open is something really hard to achieve,” I explained. “Seigaku Tennis Club is like a caterpillar right now, young and exploring the endless wonders and possibilities of each small tennis games they participate. We’re still enhancing our skills, just like how a caterpillar feeds himself to grow.”
Alright stop. I know I sounded so corny and banal, but I can’t think of anything simpler to compare Seigaku with. Anyhow, I continued, “Someday, Seigaku will reincarnate into a butterfly, and they’ll soar up high in the sky.”
I can’t stop myself from saying these cliché descriptions. I guess I should read more books and improve my description skills; otherwise, I’ll be stuck forever with a “Descriptive Disorder”, a mental handicap that inflicts a person to have a limited amount of fantastic and splendid descriptions, but instead, be stuck with boring and unoriginal descriptions, just like this butterfly thingy that even Disney use in expressing how beautiful and magical princesses are.
Going back…“I mean no one in this world starts big. Every normal people start small. Even heroes had humble beginnings,” I said and gave her a smug smile. Yes. I emphasized the word ‘normal’ especially for her. It was my intention to hit it directly at her, maybe because I want her to have a hint that I think of her as an abnormal person. Well, she is a mutant after all. This may lower her down a little.
Nevertheless, Mary Beauty Sue only knows how to go up. She replied my smug smile with a smugger smirk. “That’s not entirely true, Michiko.” She reached for a small amount of her blonde hair and twirled it using her fingers. “Can you blame someone who’s perfect? Who, at the very moment she’s born, was destined to be high already?” she asked. Of course, she’s defending herself and the other mutants existing.
I answered, “Well, I was talking about normal people. Someone who is perfect doesn’t count as normal.”
This made Mary annoyed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I’m not really in the state to argue because first, I don’t want to spoil her first day at Seishun Gakuen, and second, anyone who dares to argue Mary would be put in a one-sided position. So I distracted her by pointing at the regulars, whom, at that time, just went out of the dressing room for afternoon practice. “Hora, hora, Mary-chan!” I smiled cheerfully. “Those are the Seigaku regulars!” I began to introduce them to her, as well as their playing styles. “That is Tezuka Kunimitsu. He’s our buchou. He’s often serious, but a really excellent player. Next is Oishi Shuichiro, the vice-captain. He is a rational player, and when he’s playing doubles with his partner Eiji, he balances the game then controls it. Next is Seigaku’s brain, Inui Sadaharu. He uses data tennis to play. He is very accurate and smart with his moves. Fuji Syusuke is our tennis prodigy. He has an unbeatable record, and most players respect him. Kikumaru Eiji is very flexible and nimble. He plays acrobatic tennis. Along with Oishi, they are Seigaku’s Golden Pair. Last of the seniors is Kawamura Takashi, he’s the powerhouse of Seigaku. He’s really, really strong! He can blow your racket away when he serves. For our juniors, we have Kaidoh Kaoru, a really persistent player. He’s a monster in terms of stamina. He trains thrice as the other players. Then we have Momoshiro Takeshi. He’s also powerful like Taka-san, and he can also blow your racket when doing his signature move, the Dunk Smash. Last but not the least is Echizen Ryoma, the only first year in the group. He’s an excellent player. I’ve heard before that he’s the Prince of Tennis because he won four consecutive titles in the American Junior Tennis tournament or something like that.”
“Hmm,” Mary nodded. “Yes, I know him. I saw him in America last year. The Prince of Tennis, huh?” she smirked. “And isn’t that the boys from our class?” she asked, pointing at Eiji and Fuji.
“Hai,” I answered with a smile. “They’re nice guys. So what do you think of the regulars?”
“They’re pretty hot when you talk about physical appearance.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, taken aback. Actually, I heard what she said, but I simply can’t tolerate that kind of answer. Was she hitting on them already? This was a tennis practice, not a boy hunt.
Mary, completely ignoring my question, uttered, “But I need to see how good they are.”
I jerked at what she said. “Mary-”
She didn’t even bother to listen to me! Total rudeness! She entered the tennis courts, drawing everyone’s attention. I trailed after her, grabbing her by the hand and with a firm voice, I commanded, “Let’s get out of here! You can’t just barge in because you want to!”
Mary, being a spoiled princess, glared at me. “Don’t tell me what to do!” she snapped. She pulled her hand away from my grasp. Seriously, Nisshi-chan. Why do I even have to bother? I should have known better that nothing and no one can stop Mary from doing whatever she likes. Bummer, huh?
From me, she turned her attention to the regulars. “I want to join the team,” she demanded. Take note: DEMANDED.
Tezuka-buchou, being emotionless (like rock) and serious, looked at her and merely replied, “Go join the girls’ team. This is exclusive for boys.” He turned to me. “Oikawa, is she your acquaintance?”
I nodded. “H-Hai.” I felt quite happy at this moment, well, because buchou rarely talks to me. However, I’m more embarrassed for Mary. I know that she’s supposed to be the queen of the world and all, but things doesn’t always come the way she wants it to be, neh, Nisshi-chan?
“Hoi? Weren’t you the cute new comer, nya?” Eiji asked as he came up towards us. “Gomen, gomen but we have separate teams for girls and boys. Didn’t you tell her that, Michiko-chan?”
Mary answered for me. “She did. But I want to join the boys’ team. I feel more comfortable and challenged,” she said, her voice being angelic, sweet and lovable all of a sudden.
“You have to obey the rules,” buchou imposingly stated. “Who are you anyway?”
Mary pouted. “It’s early to know who I am. Neh, if I defeat everyone in the team, will you let me join?”
This was the part where everyone gasped and looked at her with irritated eyes, the same way I looked at otosan for not letting me transfer. I mean, who can blame them? Mary’s seriously crossing the line here. I have four conclusions why she challenged the regulars:
1.) She’s underestimating Seigaku’s power (which is pretty irksome. Maybe she got overconfident about my cliché descriptions of Seigaku being a growing caterpillar and herself being a beautiful butterfly).
2.) She wants to enrapture them with her heavenly, mesmerizing, magical charms, and then she’ll lose the game, making everyone pity her and create a dramatic, heart-breaking, cheesy love scene. Well this is possible. After all, she gave me an impression that she’ll eventually hit each of them.
3.) She’s testing how far she’s going to be tolerated.
4.) Natural dumbness.
Mary could have said more, but then, Ryoma-kun (the youngest of the regulars) shot her a deadly glance and uttered. “Forget it, Ms. Mary Beauty Sue.”
Can you believe it? He knows my cousin’s complete name (!), which disturbed me, considering that I’ve known Ryoma earlier than Mary yet he doesn’t even know my first name. Anyways, that’s not the point. I don’t care if Ryoma doesn’t know me…it just suddenly bugged me.
“Echizen, do you know her?” Fuji asked, looking at him.
“Mary B. Sue,” the freshman repeated. He lowered his cap and continued, “The Princess of Tennis.”
