"I had three best friends when I was little. Their names were Chris, Mandy, and Kelly. Okay Mandy was my first true friend." I told my therapist, Dr. Shaw at our weekly session. "But she died of cancer when we were 6. I don't really want to talk about it." I finished.

" Go on." He nodded, as he scribbled something into his thick notepad. He scratched at his chin, never breaking the gaze he held on my eyes.

“Chris was my other best friend, but he died in a hit and run while roller blading." I said, holding back tears. All I wanted to do was cry, but I told myself not to show weakness. "We were 12 at that time. And the bad thing is, he died, pushing me out of the way. He wouldn't have died, if he hadn't tried to save me!" I said crying openly now.

“It's all right." He assured me, holding out an oversized handkerchief. I gladly accepted it, and dried my eyes.

“And finally, there was Kelly. Now I know I said that Mandy was my first friend but Kelly was my first best friend." I explained, inhaling deeply. "We were 'two of a kind' as Kelly said, and we promised we'd be best friends forever. Nothing would break our friendship."

“And what happened?" He asked, jotting down a few more words. The constant scratching of the pen, was drilling a hole in my head.

“I remember that day so perfectly." I told him, gazing up at the ceiling, from his overstuffed leather couch. "It was a Saturday, and we were 12 years old. We had just come back from the park it was around 11:00 P.M. we just forgot about the time, because we were on the swings having fun."

He instantly began writing again. Probably about me being 'reckless' or 'irresponsible'.

“I told her she could stay over at my place, hell, it's big enough, and she only lived a few blocks away. But she said some other time, and left. You see, her brother was back in town from Collage, and a bunch of his friends were there."

“So, Kelly went home after your escapade at the park?" he asked me, trying to get my story straight.

“Yeah." I replied carelessly. I just wanted this session to end. Dr. Shaw didn't care if I got better. He was in it for the juicy check my parents would give him.

“Continue then." He said crossing his legs.

“Anyway after my parents yelled at me for like an hour, I went to bed, just wanting to forget the huge fight. Usually, I don't get to bed until 4, but tonight was different."

“How so?" he said straightening his glasses. I rolled my head over, slightly annoyed. You think with all the fancy mounted diploma's, that littered the walls, he would have learnt to be more patient. I was getting to it!

“Well," I continued, "around 2 AM, Kelly phoned me. She was crying and was shaken up beyond explanation. She said that her brother's friend Danny had tried to rape her. I told her that I'd be right over, and dashed the 2 block distance to her home."

I sighed deeply. Remembering the memory was like torture. I rarely expressed any of these emotions to anyone. Why him you ask? I'm being forced to go to these stupid meetings. Might as well see if I can get some help.

“We told her parents, and he got into some deep shit. To make a long story short, let's just say there is some justice in this world. But afterwards, she moved to Alberta, and I haven't seen her since."

“Well Mimi, I believe we are making some progress. How about we continue this at next week's little get-together?"

“Whatever." I sighed, rolling my eyes. The timer next to him beeped, and he turned it off. "Bye." I muttered weakly, as I exited the bleak room.

“Till next Sunday!" he said happily enough. I slammed the door shut, not even bothering to wave, or make some type of civilized gesture.

I just wanted to get home. Lock myself up in my room. Be alone, whatever. I didn't want to talk, or have to deal with anyone right now.

I walked out of the dimly lit building, and saunter slowly over to the bus stop, waiting patiently for my bus to come.

I must have been there five minutes, when a bunch of teenagers from my school appeared. I groaned, as I covered my face. Thankfully, they all walked by me, ignoring my presence. I was used to this. Nobody ever paid any attention to me.

But as I looked up, I saw Daisuke. The most popular guy in the 8^th grade. He was looking at me, over his shoulder, and he smiled. I smiled back, before I knew what I was doing.

Just then, the bus arrived, and I practically jumped on, just wanting to get away from them, so they wouldn't bug or taunt me.

But the whole bus ride, I couldn't get Daisuke out of my mind. 'Why would he smile at me?' I kept wondering. It was at the point that I was getting a super strong headache, so I gave up trying to figure out why.

But something else was sort of gnawing at the back of mind. It was still concerning Daisuke, and it made me get mad at myself.

'He's a jerk Mimi.' I kept telling myself. 'Just like all his other jock friends, and their idiot girlfriends.' I permanently stamped that in my mind, and just let it go.

The next day at school, could have been classified as a trip to hell for me. It seems, that the group that passed me, actually saw me, and were spreading rumors about me.

About what, I really didn't care. Probably something about me joining a cult of witches or something. It just registered in the part of my brain, that didn't give a damn.

I walked over to my locker, and fumed silently at the stupid slot that they had installed. Supposed to make it easier to 'drop off' book or some garbage like that. I didn't care. I just didn't care anymore.

“Hey!" someone exploded behind me, scaring me half to death. I covered my mouth, so my scream didn't echo through the halls, but spun around pissed.

“Why the hell did you do that?" I demanded, before I knew who I was talking to. "Daisuke?" I said baffled. What in the hell was he doing talking to me?

“Hi Mimi!" he beamed, passing his hand through his messy brown hair.

“You know my name. Wow." I said sarcastically, as I slammed my locker shut, not really getting the books I needed.

“Of course I know your name!" he said, still smiling happily.

“Hey! I have an idea! Why don't you go back to you little group of followers, and tell them, that you scared me! I'm sure it'll be a big hit with them!" I said angrily.

Daisuke looked hurt. "I wasn't going to do that. It hadn't even occurred to me."

“I'm sure it didn't." I retorted, walking off.

“What's up with you?" he asked, a tad mad himself. "I was just trying to be friendly!"

“You mean pitiful." I corrected him, as I walked over to my Science class. Mr. Halfnight. Yeah! The Science teacher from hell! Just what I needed right now.

“Hey!" Daisuke said grabbing my arm, and pulling me back over to his side.

“What?" I snapped. "I have a class to get to!" with that, I pulled my arm free, and stormed off. I don't think I have ever been that mad in my entire life.

I mean, who did he think he was? I wasn't going to drop everything, just so he can 'talk' to me. I hated people like that! They made so mad!

But as soon as I walked away, at least 50 girls swarmed around him, gawking, and making googily eyes at him.

I was silently laughing at them, for being such losers. I never knew why they would make themselves look like complete idiots, just to impress some guy. I mean, sure Daisuke was athletic, well, maybe the most amazing soccer player at our school, and yeah he was cute and nice. But he never dated any of the girls that threw themselves at him.

I was always curious to know why, but I didn't lose any sleep over it. I pushed it aside, and took my seat, in the back of the class, away from prying eyes.

I dropped my book bag, and opened my pencil case, rummaging for a functioning pen. I pushed aside the bottle of pills, obstructing the view of the rest of the case, and pulled out my favorite light blue pen.

Our teacher walked in, with a stack of papers under his arm. I sighed, as I realized it was the test we took on Newton's theory of Action-Reaction.

I studied all night, and I prayed that I did well on the test. Mr. Halfnight's grumbled about how disappointed he was about some of the test results, but was proud at the few of us who did study. normal

He walked around, throwing down papers. One dropped right in from of me, with a huge 98 written on it, with a red permanent marker. I was so happy! I mean, I had never gotten this high on a test in my whole life! Something poked at my back, and I turned around.

I was expecting it to be some one, just poking me, for the hell of poking me. I got really ticked off, and I clenched my pen irritated.

“Congratulations." Daisuke smiled. "You beat me!"

A smile curled up on my lips, as I giggled slightly. "I think everyone beats you!"

“Hey!" He replied in a mock serious tone. "If I had any pride, that would hurt my feeling!"

I began giggling again. He smiled at me, causing several of the girls in the class to fume. “You know, you're a lot prettier when you're smiling." Daisuke said seriously. He reached over, pushing aside on of the hairs that covered my face.

I really didn't know what to say, but thankfully, Mr. Halfnight arrived, dropping a paper with a huge 94 written on it.

I smiled at him suspiciously. "So how did you know you beat me?"

He looked a little stressed out, and laughed nervously. "Call it my amazing instinct?" he said meekly.

“Whatever." I smiled, as I turned around, and began focusing on my work. For the rest of the class, Daisuke said nothing to me, which I was pretty thankful for. I mean, what would I have said to him exactly?

But after the bell rang, it was if he didn't even know I existed. Just like it always was. Go figure? He was normal just like all the others. And I had the nerve to think he was different.

But since Science was my last class, I decided to just walk straight home. As always. But as I walked through the halls, I heard people whispering behind my back, and making odd faces.

I heard a few 'her?' and 'you're lying!'. I was actually soaking up the attention I was getting, even though I knew it wasn't for some positive aspect. But hey! Who cares! It's more attention than I was getting normally!

As I was walking by my locker, I was stopped by Sora. The head cheerleader, and star player of the female soccer team.

“What do you want?" I asked in my most monotone voice.

"Just to lye down the rules sweetie." She snapped venomously. "Daisuke, is popular. You. Are not. So stay away from him. I don't want my future boyfriend injected with your loser germs."

“And that's why Daisuke will date you! Your, caring, loving personality." I muttered sarcastically. The girls surrounding Sora, smirked, which made her even more angry. I though she was going to beat the crap out of me.

“You don't know what you're getting yourself into!" she threatened. "You don't want to play normal with me." She hissed, as she slammed me into my locker.

“Good! I had no intention of playing your stupid games." I said pushing her off me. By now, a rather large crowd had formed. I felt so stupid. I mean, here were all these people just gawking at me.

There was a figure, pushing its way through the crowd, and people were getting irritated. All of a sudden, a flash of spiky brown hair popped out, and I recognized that it was Daisuke.

Sora instantly let go of me, and went into her 'flirt' mode. "Hey Daisuke. You're looking especially hot today."

“Yeah, whatever." He mumbled, as he walked over to me. "Are you all right?"

“Fine." I lied, glancing at Sora, who was staring at me, with daggers in her eyes.

“Cool. Can I walk you home or something?" he asked hopefully.

“No." I rejected him flat out. The gasps were like a sonic wave. Each student gazed at me, as if I had just turned down a billion dollars. I guess to the girls who were hopelessly in love with him, that it was like a billion dollars.

I walked away quickly, almost sprinting out the school. I kept tell myself, that all I had to do, was get a few blocks, then I would get to my house.

Then I could be alone in my room. Just be completely alone, without anyone there to bother me.

Home couldn't have come sooner. It felt like a week's journey or something. I just sighed, as I slipped the key into the keyhole, and walked in, shutting it behind me. There was nobody home, so I didn't have to plaster a fake smile on my face, and lie to my parents, saying school went well.

My room was up the stairs, just to the left. A huge Do Not Enter sign was covering my door. I walked in, not bothering to turn on the lights.

I dropped my school bag on the bed, and jumped on it, sinking into the mattress.

The markers that littered my bed, fell to the floor, causing a slight clatter. I scooped the up quickly, and pulled off the cap to the light green one.

I began to draw a wolf's face on my wall, adding to the other brightly colored animals. All wolves though. My favorite animal.

After a few minutes, I heard the door to the basement click shut. My cousin Matthew was home. I smiled as he came by my door, whistling, and attempting to sing a song.

“Stick to the bass guitar Matt!" I cried out, smiling widely.

“I'd like to hear you sing missy!" he exclaimed, walking in. Besides me, he was the only other person I ever let into my room. "Hey! That's pretty good."

He said motioning toward the new addition to my cluttered wall.

“Thanks." I smiled proudly.

“Oh! A bunch of my band members are coming over later to practice."

“And don't they need it!" I laughed, as he threw a pillow at me from my desk.

I caught it, and started to laugh loudly. It seemed that Matthew could always make me laugh. "Hey Matt!" a familiar voice said. "Nice place you got here!"

“Oh no" I groaned, as I fell backward, and covered my face. "Not him."

“Thanks Daisuke!" Matt said happily. "You hear that Mimi? He like our place! He really like it!"

When no laughter was heard, and complete silence was hitting him from both sides, he looked a little baffled.

“Mimi?" I heard Daisuke flush, as his head appeared in front of me.

“Hey." I said as I turned over, not looking him in the face.

“Cool! You know each other! Oh, Mimi, Daisuke is gonna play bass with us! He really rocks at it too!"

“That's nice." I muttered, shutting my eyes. Maybe I would wake up, and find out, that it was just a horrible nightmare.

“And Mimi, don't forget this time! Take your medicine!"

I could have curled up, and died right there. I wished the ceiling would just cave in on me, and crush me like an insect.

“What's wrong?" Daisuke asked concerned.

“None of your business!" I snapped. "Don't you have some practicing to do or something?"

“Yeah. Bye then." He said disappointed, as he sulked off after Matt.

I felt really bad about yelling at him, but it really was none of his concern. And even if I did tell him, it would probably be spread around school like an infectious disease.

I quickly did my homework, and rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack. I was trying to avoid Daisuke, but it didn't work. We just kept bumping into each other! It was as if every time I turned around, there he was.

He would always try to start a conversation, but it just wouldn't work. I kept giving him the cold shoulder, and I mean major freezer burn!

But that didn't stop him. Finally, I just got fed up, and didn't even bother coming out of my domain.

I went to bed at 8 o'clock that night, but stayed up the whole time, wondering when he would leave. At around 10, I heard the door slam shut.

Matthew walked up to my room, and just opened the door, a little ticked at me. "Why were you being so mean to Daisuke?"

“Because he's a jerk." I said simply.

“Well, if you took the time to get to know him, you would realize you're wrong. He's a great kid."

“I bet he is." I said simply. I wasn't in the mood to talk about him right now. In fact, I was getting really tired. So I just fell asleep.

I could feel Matt walk over to me, and kiss me on the cheek. "Night Silver Wolf." He smiled, calling me his little nickname.

I was totally relaxed the next day. Floating on air or something. The only thing that I was not looking forward to, was gym class. Gymnastics. Yuck! I dropped my books off, in the slot in my locker, and headed off for the gym. It was a good four-minute walk, since it was on the other side of the school. But I didn't mind it.

It was usually a quiet walk over there, but today couldn't have been worse. On my way to class, Sora stopped me, practically shoving me into a wall.

“What the hell is your problem?" I asked, as I rubbed my sore back.

“I told you to stay away from Daisuke, and then I hear he spent the night at you place? What the hell this Mimi? Do you want us mad at you?"

“Like I care if you're mad at me or not." I retorted stubbornly, as I continued walking.

“We will make your life miserable." She threatened, as I turned my back to her. I blocked out what she said, because there was no way she could make my life any more miserable.

Like a flash of lightening, Daisuke popped up, and started to walk by my side. "Mimi, are you okay?" he asked, as he swung his bag over his shoulder.

“I'll manage." I sighed, as I walked up a little faster, so Sora didn't see us together.

I knew she would follow through with her threat, so I just ignored him. But he just wouldn't have that. Oh no! He just kept tagging along beside me, like a little lost puppy dog.

“Will you just buzz off already?" I demanded angrily.

Daisuke looked really hurt. I mean, the guy acted as if his pride had been crushed. As if he had never been rejected in his life. I walked away, leaving him standing there like an idiot. Oh course I felt bad, I mean he was only trying to be friendly, but I didn't want him around me.

The next few days were ordinary. Daisuke didn't bother to even talk to me. Just the way I wanted it. But after about two weeks, it was as if he was going to burst.

He practically latched himself onto me, and wouldn't leave me alone. I was getting the oddest looks from girls, as Daisuke practically drooled over me.

One day, I just got so fed up. I was just so tired of hearing all these whispers and stares!

“Why are you bugging me like this?" I screamed. "If this is some sick joke you're playing"

“Haven't you considered the fact that I might want to hang around with you?" he shot back at me. I really wasn't expecting that as an answer.

“Very funny." I bit, as I walked away from him. A bitter sense of déjà vu flashed before my eyes, as he grabbed my arm, pulling me back.

“No joke." He whispered softly. I could just feel my face flush. "Mimi," he continued "you're a really special person, and I want to get to know you better."

“Why me?" I asked weakly. It wasn't every day that the most sought after guy in the whole school says he wants to 'get to know you better'.

“Isn't it obvious?" he smirked mischievously. I stared at him with a reasonable look of doubt in my eye, which made him laugh. He reached over, and grabbed my hand in his.

“I really like you Mimi. And I'm not saying this as some sort of unfunny joke, but as the truth. I've spent almost every day of my life watching you; observing the things you do. I know what your favorite color is. I know how you spend your free time. I know what makes you happy." He said seriously.

“Right." I said rolling my eyes, not believing him.

“Fine." He said grabbing my hand again. "Your favorite color is blue and green. You like to draw wolves on your wall, and you stay up at unreasonable hours in the night, and Matt and Jan are your favorite people in the whole world."

I stared at him blankly for a while, trying to figure out some sort of explanation. "How did you know all that?"

“I told you already." He whispered, drawing me nearer to himself. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

But I quickly collected myself, and broke away from him. "I have to go." I said briskly, as I raced off. I made it the whole day without seeing Daisuke. But my luck changed in gym class that day. It seemed that nothing ever good came out of it. I was waiting patiently for my turn on the balance beam, when Daisuke walked past me, to go do his floor routine. Well, to him it was a floor routine. To the rest of the class, it was a comedy sketch.

“Mr. Motomiya, I do suggest that you stick to soccer." The teacher joked, as Daisuke walked off the floor proudly.

Instead of heading for his friends, he walked straight over to me. I was too busy laughing though, because everyone knew he failed that right out, but he acted as if he passed it with flying colors!

“That was for you." He smiled cutely.

“Insulting me now!" I jested, as I smiled even wider.

“Depends on how you look at it." He said coolly, as he pulled me to him once again. This time, I didn't pull away, but just stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

Sora came up behind me, and squeezed my shoulder tightly. "Your turn." She said sweetly.

“Ah!" I cried, under the pain of her grasp. Daisuke collected me in his arms, and straightened me up again. I smiled at him, as he stared down at me.

“Now Mimi." Sora said trying to keep the disgust out of her voice, while still smiling.

I gradually walked over to the beam, and Daisuke helped me up. I was grateful, since I was still very shaky on the mount. I did my routine perfectly! My teacher was even smiling. All I had to do was do a scissors kick, and I could jump off.

Since my school was into safety, there had to be a spotter for such a dangerous move. I really didn't have any problems with it, but I was grateful for the extra help.

Sora walked over to me, and extended her arm, as my balance. I took one step up, and jumped, executing the final move. But on my way down, Sora swiped her hand under my feet, and I fell off the beam, landing on my back.

“Mimi!" Daisuke screamed, as he rushed over to me.

There was a shooting pain in my back that passed through my entire body, reducing me to tears. I was in so much pain it wasn't even funny.

I felt Daisuke's warm body grab mine, as he propped me up, holding me close to him. "Somebody get the nurse!" He screamed, as worried classmates scurried to obey his orders.

He dried away my eyes, mouthing word of encouragement, telling me help was on the way, and that I would soon get better. I wanted to believe him so bad, but something in me, said this isn't a good thing. And I knew that this would end up screwing me over in the future.

Sora was smiling wickedly at me, as Daisuke passed me off to her. She held my shoulders tightly, smirking down at me. "I told you not to play with me." She hissed silently, so that only I heard. And that was the last thing I heard before the blackness swarmed around me, pulling my body into unconsciousness.

A Few Months Later

"Hey Mimi!" Daisuke smiled, as he walked into my bedroom. He dropped my bag on the floor, and hopped into the seat next to my bed. "How you doing without me?"

“No comment." I smiled, as I reached over and hugged him.

“How's the therapy going?" he asked, as he propped his feet up on my mattress.

“Still not better. They're saying that my tail bone will never heal." I said grimly, as I played with a piece of cloth.

“I know you'll pull through it." He assured me, as he kissed the top of my forehead. "Oh yeah, school sucks, big surprise. We won our soccer game, big surprise. And I was voted the hottest guy in our whole school, and now super-models want to date me."

“The poor models. As if they didn't have enough problems." I teased, as he gave me a dirty look.

“Yeah, but I turned them all down, because the only person I'm interested in dating is lying right in front of me."

“Awe!" I sniffed. "You want to date Mrs. Squigglesworth!" I said holding up the small stuffed pink rabbit Daisuke had give me.

“Yes, and we will be happily married if she accepts my proposal." He said grabbing it away from me, and hugging it protectively.

“You're such an idiot." I laughed.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I get the feeling that you like this idiot!" he smiled proudly.

“Now who told you that?" I grinned, as he hovered over my face smiling widely.

“Shoot. There goes me and my delusional thoughts." He sighed.

“You really should get checked out for that!" I said in a mock tone, which caused him to laugh.

“You know Mimi, you are one of a kind."

“Is that a good thing?"

“Sometimes yes. And at times like this, oh yeah." He muttered as he leaned down, close to my face. I blushed slightly, as I pulled my head up, inching my face to meet his. But, just like my luck, Matt came upstairs, singing loudly.

“Hey Mimi!" he smiled happily, blind to what he just interrupted.

“Hey." I hissed at him, but he was in one of his moods, and he didn't pick up on the nasty tone in my voice.

“Guess what! Allan's coming in for the weekend! He's coming with Jan, Sabrina, Amy, and Lily. Family reunion!" he cheered, as he dashed off to his room, prepping his guitar.

“Great." I groaned, as I fell back down in my bed.

“Oh!" Matt hollered. "Don't forget your pills! Your mom almost killed me for almost forgetting to tell you last time!"

Daisuke turned and looked at me. "Mimi, what's wrong. I really want to know. I mean, we've been friends for a long time now, and you still won't tell me what's up! I thought you could trust me."

“It's not a matter of trust Daisuke." I sighed sadly. "There's a lot you don't know about me, and I just want it to stay that way. It's not you though, believe me."

“Please tell me." He begged. I'm really worried about you Mimi." He said, as he took my hand in his.

I looked at him questioningly, but I gave in after a long period of silence. "You know that I have diabetes right?"

“Yeah." He replied, totally attentive.

“Well, about 10 years ago, I had this really, really bad cold. My parent's didn't even bother taking me to the hospital, and they just shrugged it off. After 2 or 3 days, I just kept getting worse, and I ended up blacking out. They then took me to see the doctor, and he said that the cold virus had gotten into my lungs, and that I needed to be sent to the hospital right away."

Daisuke squeezed my hand a little tighter, but never said a word. I felt better knowing that he was listening, and I knew I could trust him.

“I had to stay in the hospital for a year after that day, and it was the worst time of my life. Mix in my diabetes, and poof! A concoction of deathly proportions. Now, I have to take this medication every day, at 5 o'clock. Cause if I don't I could get sick again, and if I get sick again, I could die."

I started to cry, and Daisuke held me close to him, hugging me tightly. "It's okay. Everything is fine Mimi. And I promise you, that I won't let anything happen to you. You mean to much to me."

I looked up at him, through my blurred vision, and smiled. Besides Matt, Daisuke was the only other person who could make me smile. And that was the greatest gift anyone could ever give me.

“You mean so much to me too Daisuke." I whispered, as I squeezed him a little tighter. "You're a great friend."

I could feel all his muscles tighten, and I heard him sigh deeply. Even though I wasn't facing him, I could feel the look of disappointment on his handsome face.

“Listen Mimi, I have to get going. My mom is gonna be worried. I've been gone a long time." He muttered sadly.

“What's wrong?" I asked him as he got up, and headed for my door.

“Nothing." He lied. "Just get better."

“Okay." I said reluctantly. I knew that once Daisuke went into his sheltered mode, there was no use reasoning with him. So, I just let him go. The next morning, my mom said that I was well enough to go back to school. I was able to walk, so I took it as a good sign.

When I got out of my room, Daisuke was waiting at the kitchen table for me. I smirked, as my dad kept questioning him about his thoughts on the famine in Africa. I could tell he was really uncomfortable, so I decided to save him, by interrupting. "Morning!" I said cheerfully.

“Mimi!" Daisuke said relieved, as he jumped up, offering me his seat. I gladly accepted, and began munching on the fresh plate of muffins my grandmother had made.

After I was done, Daisuke practically pulled me out of the house, and dragged me to school.

I couldn't keep in my laughter, as his expression changed from stressed, to relieved. His features were like, contorting or something.

When we got to school, nobody welcomed me back. They didn't even stop to ask if I was okay. I mean, hell! I had only been missing from school for three months! But like I said. I was invisible to them.

They would probably only notice me, if I jumped off the roof, and landed on top of someone.

“What's your first class?" Daisuke asked me, as he reached in his bag for his schedule.

“Science." I groaned. The textbook alone was about 50 pounds! And Mr. Halfnights was the teacher from hell.

I made my way over to my locker, and grabbed at the combination lock. It had been such a long time since I had used it, and I was scared I had forgotten it.

But, I was wrong, and the lock opened easily. I slid it out of its holding place, and pulled my locker handle up. As soon as the door opened three inches, a mountain of junk fell out, spilling over the floor, littering the hallway.

Empty juice boxes, candy wrappers, and plastic bags collected around my feet, making me want to cry. A note was taped onto the inside of my door, which read, 'You're worth what's in your locker.'

I could feel the tears swelling up and I had to bite down on my lip hard, to not burst out crying. My whole body went completely numb, yet I still felt Daisuke's protective arms wrap around me, pulling me close to him.

“Don't believe it." He hissed, as he pulled down the note, and crumpled it into a ball.

“But it's true." I cried. The tears were just flowing down my cheeks, and were being absorbed by Daisuke's red shirt.

"Listen to me." He said pulling me away, and staring me in the eyes. "You are not garbage, and you never will be."

“Then why did they do this?" I sobbed.

“Because they're all insensitive jerks."

“No! It's because I'm a loser. A nobody! God! Why do you even hang out with me?"

“Because I like you, that's why!" he said loudly. A few people stopped dead in their tracks, and began to gawk at us, like we were some sort of spectacle in a circus.

“What?" I managed to mutter.

“Listen up Mimi." Daisuke smiled. "You, are one of a kind. The most unique girl I've ever been around. You're not like all the others. And that's what makes you so special to me."

“Daisuke..." I started to say.

“No. Let me finish." He interrupted. "Mimi, even since I've gotten to know you, I've only become more attracted to you. Right now, it's gotten to the point, where it kills me that you only think of us, as just friends. I want to be so much more."

I couldn't think of anything to say to him. He could have any girl in the whole school. Certainly ones that were more popular, and certainly ones that were more beautiful.

But he wanted to be with me. And that seemed to make up for every horrible thing that had ever happened in my life. He looked down at me, giving me his calm, collected smile. I beamed back at him, as he dried my eyes, and leaned down, gently kissing me in front of practically the whole school.

I don't know why, but at that moment, everything seemed non-existent. There could have been a nuclear bomb going off, and we would not have noticed.

Normal POV

“So Sora. What are you gonna do? That loser got your guy." Karen smirked, as she folded her arms.

“Now that bitch is going to pay." Sora hissed bloodthirstily. "There is no way I'm going to lose to someone like that. Now she's playing in the big leagues. And I play to win."

Mimi's POV

After school, Daisuke had a soccer game to go to. He begged me to go along, but he knew that I would be there to support him. The news of him kissing me, passed through school, faster than I had expected. Now, everyone wanted to hang out with me. All the girls wanted to be my friend. It made me so sick.

I turned them all down flat, ignoring them, just as they had ignored me. It felt good. The power shift and all, but it was a horrible feeling turning away people. But at least they knew how I felt.

As I sat down in the stadium, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, and was greeted by the smiling face of a cheerleader named Karen.

“Hey Mimi! Congrats on snagging Daisuke!"

“Thank you." I said happily enough.

“Oh! I'm relaying a message from Daisuke for you. He says to meet him behind the locker room, near the gardeners shed. Okay?"

“Thank you Karen." I grinned.

“No problem!" she chirped, as she bounced away, back to her clique.

sighed, as an odd sensation passed up and down my body, grabbing at my heart. I felt so alive! So happy! And at the same time, it was a new feeling to me. Hell, I don't think one in my life, that I've been truly happy. But ever since I met Daisuke, that all changed.

Sora's POV

“Did she fall for it?" I asked eagerly.

“Hook line, and sinker!" Karen grinned mischievously. "But don't you think that's a little cruel?"

“When it comes to Daisuke, nothing matters. Hey! All's fair in love and war. And this my dear friend, is an all out war."

< b> Mimi's POV

After the game, I headed directly for the back of the lockers. I was feeling so bad for Daisuke, because his team put up a fierce battle, but lost 3-1. He made a beautiful pass, but the right forward, just didn't meet it in time, and it went out.

But nonetheless, I was proud of him. He had so much potential, that it pained me some of the time. After about five minutes of nothing, I got a little impatient, and started to look around the area for him. When I found no sign of him, I dropped my school bag, and ventured closer to the shed.

I saw the lock on the floor, so I reached down to pick it up. Before I knew it, the door had swung open, and a pair of strong arms pushed me inside.

I stumbled in, hitting my head on a wooden edge. My heart stopped when I heard the snap from the lock shut. I was trapped in. I stood up a little too quickly, and my feet got ahead of my body, and I stumbled to the ground, twisting my ankle.

I cried out in pain, but was only met by a familiar female laugh. "Let me out!" I screamed. The laughter only got louder.

I knew that I was getting nowhere fast with begging, so I shut my mouth. The pain then set in from my ankle, and it was throbbing. Attempting to stand up, was totally out of the question. "See you tomorrow Mimi!" Sora laughed, as I heard her walk away. I started to scream out for help, but I knew that I was too far away from anyone. The only way I'd be discovered, is if the gardener decides he needs a pair of pruning scissors.

All of a sudden, my watch began to beep. I pressed down on the Indiglow, wondering why it went off.

Surrounded in a bright neon green light, was the dark, black number 5. My heart jumped in my throat. I had to take my pills now! But they were in my bag! Which was outside!

I couldn't focus on anything else. My mind was racing. I just had to get out! I had to get the bloody pills!

I started to scream even louder. I needed someone to hear me, and wonder what was wrong. But after a hour, my throat was becoming dry, and my vocal cords were completely worn out. My body as also beginning to feel the lack of medicine.

I had to wipe away the beads of sweat, that were dropping off my face, but lifting my arm, was almost impossible. I began to heave in and out, and I had a hard time catching a breath.

“Mimi! Are you there!?" Daisuke screeched.

“Daisuke." I croaked, as I passed out.

When I woke up, bright, white lights surrounded me. There was a constant beeping that was irritating me now. The sound would echo in my eardrums, and it would get louder, and louder.

“Mimi." Daisuke cried, as he rushed over, and kissed me deep.

My mind still hadn't become fully aware where I was, but I did know that Daisuke was with me.

He squeezed me tighter than ever before, almost cutting off the circulation in my body.

“I was so worried. I thought you had died. You weren't breathing." He babbled on.

“What happened to me?" I asked, unsure whether they knew.

“You got trapped in the shack, and you couldn't get to the pills. You ended up passing out, because you couldn't breath." Daisuke said quickly.

“Daisuke, this wasn't your fault." Matt told him, as he approached my bed from the left-hand side.

“It is though!" he almost shouted. "This is all my fault! I shouldn't have let her out of my sight! I knew about her illness! I could have prevented this!"

“No, you couldn't have." I whispered. "Karen told me you wanted to see my by the shed, but when I got there, Sora was waiting for me, and she locked me in. A look of repugnance crossed in Daisuke's eyes, as I mentioned her name. I knew by the way he was acting, he was going to do something that he would end up regretting.

“I have to go." He said suddenly, getting off the edge of my bed, and running out of the room. Within a second, he was gone. I sighed, completely unable to do anything. I wanted to get up, and get out of the room, but the numerous tubes, and wires restrained me to the bed.

Sora's POV

I inhaled deeply, as I stood in front of Mr. Halfnight's office. I knew that if I actually succeeded in this step, Mimi would be out of this school for good, and there was no coming back.

I knew I could pull this off. Hell, I've done way harder things before. This would be a piece of cake! I knocked, and heard his booming voice, beckoning me to enter. I stepped in shyly, making every movement count. I had to pull off the scared, truthful schoolgirl, or this whole plan would blow up.

“Hello sir." I muttered, going over the precise speech I had written and practiced a thousand times. I found it funny, on how much effort I was putting into a guy, that didn't want me. But I knew that it was because that girl Mimi was there.

As soon as she's out of the picture, Daisuke will come crawling to me. Just like every other male in the building.

“Hello Sora. What brings you to my office at such a time? Shouldn't you be out?" he said, putting away the finals, that we had just completed that day.

“Well sir." I started, glad to know he just asked the question I wanted him to. "Okay, I have to tell you this. I was so scared, but I knew I had to."

“This sounds serious." He said passing a hand through his silvery gray hair.

“I'm not sure if it is. But Mimi Tachikawa told me, that she was going to get you fired, because she thinks you're a horrible teacher. But I couldn't let her do that! I mean, you're our favorite teacher I this whole school!"

“Sora, I appreciate your concern, but a student can't get a teacher fired, just because he or she doesn't approve of them."

“No, it's more than that sir. She has this whole lie thought out, and she was going to tell it to her parents! And it's serious" I said dramatically, watching as the man's facial expression grew grim. At that moment, I knew I had him, right where I wanted him.

After my encounter with that gullible excuse for a educator, I walked over to the mall, and shopped for about an hour. I had to pick out a new outfit for Daisuke.

Hell, it wouldn't be long now, before his precious princess was shipped off, somewhere else. And when she does, I would be ready for him, in a killer Gucci number.

As I walked out of the shop, with about 70 bags, dangled around my wrists, I was met by Daisuke. His usual breezy expression, was replaced with a loathsome scowl.

“Hey handsome!" I exclaimed flirtatiously.

“Don't hey me." He snapped. "Why the hell did you do that to Mimi? You could have killed her for Christ sakes!"

“Daisuke, I have no clue what you're talking about!" I said defensively.

“Stop playing games Sora! I know what you did, and I'm going to make sure you pay for it!"

“Idle threat." I ticked suddenly, losing my advantage. Well, since I buggered up, there was no use trying to think up some lame excuse. "You have no proof of any of these alleged crimes I've supposedly committed."

“You say that now Sora, but if anything happens to Mimi, so help me God, I will take you down."

“Good luck." I bit, as I walked away. Great. He was onto me now. Guess the innocent card would be worth nothing now. But I could still play my trump card, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Mimi's POV

I hate hospitals. I mean, I really hate hospitals. Everything about them depresses me, beyond words. The color, was just too lifeless. Sterilized white. That had to be my least favorite color, in the whole world. Maybe that's why I made sure the walls of my room never looked like them. Maybe that's why I keep coloring on them. I don't know really, but being in a hospital, as many times as I have, gets to you in the end.

I was lucky though. The doctor said that I would be better, if I just got a lot of rest and relaxation. My family was more than happy that I was out, and back in my own room. Being back to the dark blue and green walls, made me feel so secure.

Daisuke appeared, about an hour later, giving me some company. He looked a lot better, than when he was in the hospital room with me.

He had changed his clothes, and managed to fix his hair. He looked really good, but you think I let him know that? Never.

“So, you do know what a comb is!" I quipped.

“At least you haven't lost your sense of humor, no matter how bad it is." He leered.

“Hey! When you got it, you got it!" I said quoting my cousin Sabrina.

“Can't argue with you there." He breathed deeply. "But I'm so glad you're okay. I don't know what I would have done if you were sick."

“Even if I was sick again, I know you'd be there, right by my side." I told him, as he nodded his head.

He walked over to me, and squeezed in the arms. I think my favorite place in the whole universe was in his arms. I always felt so safe, and loved, and it was perfect. I could have stayed like that forever, not moving a single muscle.

“Mimi." My mom said. "I think you should get some rest. You had an eventful day!"

“You're right mom." I murmured quietly. Daisuke got up, and made his way to the door, but not before he kissed my cheek.

“Bye Mimi."

“Bye Daisuke." I yawned, as I lied my head on my pillow. I guess I was sleepier, that I was letting on, because I fell right asleep.

“So Daisuke." Mrs. Tachikawa said airily. "You like my daughter don't you?"

“No Mrs." He smiled slightly, while blushing fiercely. "I think I'm in love with her."

The next day, Daisuke was kinda weird around me. Not that he was excluding me or anything, but if felt as if he was a million miles away. "You okay?" I asked him, as we entered English class.

“You're here, so I'm fine." He replied cutely, which made me laugh.

“Oh, I almost forgot. We had a pop Science final yesterday. Mr. Halfnight's really is the teacher, sent by Satan. That is, if he isn't Satan himself."

“Great. I'll ask for the re-test then." I groaned, as I open my English novel. A Mid Summer Night's Dream. William Shakespeare.

A book about a girl doing everything to get the one she loves, even though the guy was in love with another woman. A tense feeling of irony ripped through me, making me shiver.

I don't know why though. But I had that exact feeling following me, all day. It just wouldn't go away, and it was making me feel really on edge. I made it to lunch, still with the feeling foreboding lingering over me, like a dark cloud. lingering over me, like a dark cloud. "Hey beautiful!" Daisuke declared as I walked over to him. He pulled me down in the seat next to him, and smiled widely.

“What's wrong?" I uttered as he kept smiling at me.

“Guess what?" he almost yelled.

“You know I'm no good with guessing games." I reminded him.

“Okay, I'll make it easier for you. Guess which guy just got called into the vice-principal's office, because there was a major college scout looking for someone like him?"

“Oh my God Daisuke!" I exclaimed, as I hugged him. "I'm so proud of you!"

“Isn't that the most amazing news? I could hardly believe it!"

“I knew you could do it!" I said kissing his cheek happily.

“Hey! I just get offered a scholarship to a major university, and all I get in return is a peck on the cheek?" he said mock angrily.

I laughed, as I pulled him into a lengthy kiss, which seemed to linger on. Daisuke pulled away from me, and squeezed his eyes shut. I knew he had something on his mind, and he was obviously debating whether or not he should tell me.

“Mimi. Could you come with me?" he asked, finally deciding.

“You know I will." I said grabbing his outstretched hand. He guided me far away from the cafeteria, and brought me outside.

There was a mini basketball game going on, between the seniors, and the juniors. The score was tied, so I assumed that this year's junior team would be pretty good. Or our senior team would suck whatever comes first.

“Mimi, I have to tell you something." Daisuke said seriously. My heart leapt into my throat. My hand began to quiver, and my body became deathly weak.

“I've felt this way, for a really long time, and I was hoping that I could do this at a more glamorous time, or a more practical moment, but I knew that I had to do this now, before I lead you on any further."

I knew that it was too good to be true. Daisuke was going to dump me. He no longer needed the little arm attachment that I was so foolish to play. But God, this isn't what I wanted to happen. This was the absolute last thing I wanted. I cared about Daisuke so much; it drove a knife through my heart, every time we parted our ways.

“Mimi," he inhaled.

“I love you." I finished before he could utter his sentence. "I truly love you Daisuke Motomiya."

The look on his face was one I would never forget. It was a mixture or surprise, happiness, relief, and shock. His hand began to tremble, as mine was.

For what seemed like eternity, there was a silence between us. Neither of us moved, and we didn't dare breath.

Finally, Daisuke smiled. But his bottom lip was shaking more furiously than his hand, making him appear nervous. But with one giant leap, he snatched me in his arm, hugging me.

“I was so scared you didn't feel the same way." He said, as a wet drop touched my bare neck. I looked up at him; to see a thin trail of tears sparkling down his tanned cheeks. "I love you too Mimi. More than anything."

This was like a Cinderella story. The servant girl ends up getting to prince. But in my case, it was the social reject, ends up getting the most amazing guy on the planet. "You don't know what it's like, keeping something like that from you all that time. It was just eating at me, every day." He whispered.

“I think I do." I said kissing away his tears. He leaned down, kissing me again. But this time, the kiss meant so much more. It was the most beautiful kiss we had ever shared.

Sora's POV

That little bitch. I told her time and again, to stay away from him, but she still didn't listen. I mean, how much clearer could I get?

And now she brainwashed Daisuke into saying that he loved her. But I know it couldn't be true. I just know Daisuke would never fall for such a reject like her.

He was probably toying with her or something. Just for a good laugh. Well Ha Ha Daisuke. This isn't funny anymore. But even if the impossible did happen, and Daisuke really did love her, it would be even harder for me, to make him forget about her.

But I've invested too much of my time. I've told too many lies to back out now. I would play this game till the end, and I had every intention of winning.

I slowly walked away, so I didn't disturb them. I smiled wickedly, as I passed by Mimi. 'You better make that one hell of a kiss. Because I guarantee that will be your last.'

Daisuke's POV

I had been asked, by at least a hundred people, why I had fallen for Mimi. To me, it was the most obvious thing on this planet. But to others, it was like mixing fire and water.

We were both watching a bunch of kids run around after school, throwing a ball at a hoop. Basketball, I believe they called it. To me, it had to be the most ridiculous sport.

There was no action! The thrill of scoring didn't exist. When was the last time you saw a soccer score 44-08? Well, maybe in last night's soccer game with USA and Germany, but that wasn't the point.

“You see." Mimi pointed. "That player is a post. The really tall people. They can pass. They can score. They control the floor."

“Why thank you for that enlightening rhyme Dr. Seuss." I joked, as she elbowed me lightly. "You wanna head home now?"

“Sure." She said getting up, and dusting off her skirt. God she was so beautiful. I just wish she would see that. And I had a hard time swallowing that none of the other guys at school had noticed her.

I mean, she was ten times more gorgeous than any girl I had ever met. She was certainly more beautiful than Sora, and all the guys wanted to date her.

But I was thankful for that too. At least a zillion guys weren't slobbering over her. And I know that some of them, could take better care of her, and there were one's that I knew could love her more.

I clenched my fist, threateningly. I relaxed, after I realized that it was just my imagination. And I felt so stupid, that I was getting jealous.

As we approached her front door, there was a man, with pale blond hair just standing there. Mimi's face lit up, and she broke away from me, and rushed over to him.

“Morgan!" she cried, as she jumped into his awaiting arms.

“Hey there! Long time no see!" he smiled, as he squeezed her like a doll.

I walked over to them slowly, not wanting to ruin this Kodak moment. "Hey. I'm Daisuke." I said extending my hand.

“Morgan." The man smiled happily, as he shook it rigorously. "Nice to meet you."

“Likewise." I replied coolly. So. This was Mimi's famous cousin Morgan. The wannabe movie director, and the other guitar player in Matts group. I had heard a lot about him.

“So. Are you the guy that's captured my cousin's heart?" he asked blatantly.

“Yes I am." I said proudly. I turned to Mimi. "Aren't I?"

She laughed, as she hopped out of Morgans' arms, and rushed into mine. "You know you are."

“Good." I smiled. "So Morgan. Are you the only one here?"

“No. Jan and Lily are in the backyard. Allan is upstairs with Sabrina, getting some food ready, and Amy is in the kitchen, studying."

“Does she ever stop?" Mimi sighed.

“Nope. But she has a huge final this week. Biology or something like that."

“Oh! That reminds me." Mimi said turning to me. "Mr. Halfnight's said that I could retake my final later, so I'm assuming that it's gonna be tomorrow, so I can't make your game."

“That's all right." I said, pretending to be crushed. "It just won't be the same without my good luck charm."

“Try to manage." She smirked, as she opened the door, and walked inside. I tagged along, and was met by the amazing aroma of food.

“That smells really good." I sniffed, as the air made my mouth water.

“Oh! Hello Daisuke!" Mimi's mom greeted me. "Care to join us? We have more than enough!"

“You know what? I think I just might take you up on that offer." I declared.

“Good. Can you peel potatoes?" she asked, handing him a knife.

“An expert." I smiled, as I took hold of the utensil, and set to work peeling.

Mimi's POV

The night couldn't have been more perfect. My family absolutely adored Daisuke. Some, more than others though. I silently growled at Sabrina because the whole night she was flirting with him. But he ignored her, as if she didn't matter. I guess that's why I fell so lucky to have a guy like him.

Now, I had more important things to worry about. Like my science test. I was so nervous, but I knew that I knew the materiel, and I was confident I would do well. Maybe not stellar, like Amy, but well enough to pass.

I rounded the stairs to the science lab, and knocked on the door. "Come in." a gruff voice shrieked.

“Hello Mr. Halfnight." I smiled. "I'm here to do the test."

“Later." He snapped icily.

“But sir, the marks are due tomorrow." I said, not quite understanding.

“I said, later! Now Miss. Tachikawa, I do suggest you leave the premises right now, before I fail you." He snapped. He had all this hate toward me, and I had no clue why.

But I didn't want to fail, so I scurried away. I guess that he was still making it or something, so I just went over to Daisuke's game. The score was still 0-0, so I guess I hadn't missed much.

The score stayed that way almost the whole game, until one of the midfield's kicked the ball up the field, and fed it to the right forward. He took the ball right in, and scored, sending a deafening wave of cheers through the whole stadium.

The next morning, as I entered the school, I saw a crowd of students gathered around the bulletin board. Loud groans and sighs were heard, but there were the few gasps of thanks. I inched my way in, and saw what everyone was looking at.

Mr. Halfnight had posted the test scores. But that was impossible! I didn't even take the test! I quickly skimmed down to the T's and found my name.

Right next to it, was a huge F. I lost use of my legs at that moment. How could he fail me, when he never gave me the test? I went to see him, and he said to go away! This was an outrage!

I had to go the whole school day with this anger in me. But as soon as I got home, I told my parents what happened, and they wrote him a note. My dad was throwing a fit, as he listened to my story. Now, all I had to do, was give my teacher the note, and he would let me take the test, and then I could get my real mark.

That night, nobody did anything really. Lily, who was always singing at the top of her lungs, was muttering lyrics, and Jan, who always had something to say, didn't.

I was really depressed that whole night, and didn't say much to anyone. I was just worried abut the next day. I mean, what would he say exactly?

I knew I was stressing myself over nothing. He probably made a mistake, and when I went in tomorrow with my note, he would realize that he made an error.

That was the dream anyway. When I went up to him the next day, he wasn't happy at all. I handed him the note at the beginning of class, and he crumpled it up.

He started to yell at me, in front of the whole class. Everyone started to laugh at me, and began to make fun of me.

I broke down. I just cried. I couldn't stop myself. I sat at my desk, and cried the entire class. I wished Daisuke was with me now, but he was at a doctor's appointment, and wouldn't be back until after lunch.

My whole day just went down hill from there. When he came back, I told him exactly what happened. He held me in his arms, and told me he would take care of it.

I didn't want him to get into any sort of trouble, so I told him to forget about it. What good would come out of Daisuke getting in trouble?

Daisuke took me home, right after lunch. He said there was no use going back, because by now, the whole school would have heard.

I had to explain to my parents, what happened. It hurt even more remembering it, than actually living it. "That's it. As soon as this term ends, we're pulling you out of the school!" My dad proclaimed.

“No! you can't do that!" I cried.

“Hum. The only reason you want to stay at that school, is because of that boy isn't it?" my mother ticked.

“Mom, you don't understand! Daisuke, he's, he's..."

“Mimi. We know how you feel about him. We really do. But what's more important. Your education, or him?" my mom finished.

I was about to shout out that Daisuke was the most important thing to me, but they wouldn't understand. They never understood me.

“Mimi, you can still see him, after school, and on weekends!" my dad pleaded. "We don't want to keep you apart, we just want to look out for your future!"

“Daisuke is my future!" I screamed. "I love him! I really love him! Keeping us apart, would be like hell for me!"

“Mimi, believe it or not, I was in this type of situation myself." My dad sighed. "When your mother and I were dating, our school had to be closed down, due to lack of funding. We were forced to go to two different schools, and we barely saw each other."

“But our love was so strong, that we made a way to see one another, and look at us now. Twenty two years, and still counting." My mother muttered contently.

I looked at them doubtfully, but realized they were right. I couldn't go back to a school that seemed prejudice against me.

I was just worried about how I was going to tell Daisuke.

“You can't be leaving." He said numbly, as she shook his head. "I won't let you go."

“I have to though. This place just isn't working out for me. But Daisuke, this has nothing to do with you. You're the only reason I want to stay here."

“Mimi, this is so unfair." He complained. "I finally find someone I love, and want to be with, and then I lose you."

“I know this isn't fair. It sucks big time." I said forcing a smile. "I'm just scared that this will pull us apart somehow. Like something will get in the way."

“Nothing could possibly get in the way of my feelings for you." He said.

“I want to believe that so bad, but nothing seems to ever go my way." I pouted.

“Well, things just started to go my way, and I'll be damned if I let someone get in the way."

“I love you Daisuke." I cried, as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I love you too Mimi." He replied, kissing the top of my head.

Sora's POV

I did it. I won. Mimi was getting her pathetic self out of our school and Daisuke was all mine for the manipulating. Of course, I couldn't start right away. Give him at least a week to grieve. But after that, I'll just play the way I usually do.

Yeah. Life was a game to me. Something that you win or lose at. But I never lose. That would be no fun. Why would anybody want to lose exactly?

But right now, I had everything. Everything I had ever wanted just fell into my lap. I got rid of my major competition, and the prize was mine.

I watched as Mimi sulked away, and left Daisuke unguarded. Now time to make my move. Play the friendly, concerned companion. It always works.

“Daisuke. I'm so sorry. I heard about Mimi." I said with false sincerity, as I walked over to him.

“Sure you are." He lipped, as he walked away from me. Nobody walks away from me!

“I am!" I almost yelled angrily. I had to restrain myself. I can't let him get to me.

“I know you've hated Mimi, since day one. You've made her life miserable! And that's what makes you disgusting in my eyes!"

My spirits had been crushed, in those nine words. I lost I realized. I got all the way to the final level, and just blew it.

I turned away, ready to blow a fit. How could I have been so careless? I could have shot myself! All my hard work was for nothing. But I would be damned if I gave up. It would only be a matter of time before Daisuke realizes, what everyone else realizes; that Mimi is a worthless piece of dirt. >

And when that day comes, I will be standing there, ready to scoop him up. "You may have won this battle Mimi Tachikawa. But I will win the war." I promised, as I watched her silhouette die away.

Mimi's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror, examining my new school uniform. My new school started in one hour, and I still wasn't ready for it. My nerves were totally on edge, and I couldn't eat at all.

I shuffled my way down to the kitchen, and was greeted with the wavering smell of bacon.

As I entered the room, my mother and father looked at me proudly. They're little girl. A saw a strange figure, hunched over our counter, dressed in the same olive green I was.

"Morning Mimi." My mother said. As soon as my name was mentioned, the figure's head spun around.

He had the same messy hair as Daisuke, but only, it was larger. Hell, if I didn't know any better, I could have sworn that it was Daisuke.

"Mimi, this is Tai Kamiya. He's going to your school too, and was sent by the principal, to be your guide." My father said heartily.

"Hi Mimi." The boy blushed. He was as handsome as Daisuke was, and seemed a little embarrassed around me. He walked over to me, and extended his hand. "It's about time our school got a pretty student."

I felt my face flush a little red. He was cute too. "Well, it's nice to know that the principal has great taste in tour guides."

The boy smiled mischievously, and gently pulled me out of the house. "I wonder how it feels to be switched so early in the year." He inquired, as we gently ran down the street.

I passed by Daisuke's house, and smiled to myself. He was waiting there for me, and smiled as I passed by him, lead by another guy.

"You don't know what's it's like." I told him, as we approached the large building, not too far away from my house. "You don't know what's it's like."

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