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Chapter 1: The Boss Monkey
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"Beep!!!!"
"Beep!!!!"
"Beep!!!!"
"Beep!!!!"
"Beep!!!!!!!!!"
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Came the sound of the small alarm clock as a smooth tan hand suddenly clamped down roughly, resulting in the tiny machine being turned off, while the owner of the hand was able to back to sleep.
My eyes are heavy as I open them. The sound of pans banging together in the kitchen catch my attention. I glance to the side to see my alarm clock set to silent, still showing 7:30 in big red numbers. 7:30?
I can literally feel my heart explode from my chest. "I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
'Why, oh why hadn't I gotten up earlier?'
Jumping out of bed I rush into my bathroom to take a quick shower, before scurrying back into my room to change.
I stand in front of the bathroom mirror looking at myself; I am dressed in a light blue t-shirt with a long sleeved black one under it, a pair of ripped up blue jeans and some black finger-less gloves.
After spending a good five minutes trying to tame the burgundy mess I call hair, I give up. I grab my signature goggles, and place them on my head. Call me weird, tomboy, or crazy. I really don't care, I just like what I like that's all. I couldn't care less what you call me.
I literally zoom my way downstairs, but NOT before stopping and snatching up a Pop tart, as it comes out of the toaster. I grab my bag, flipping it on my back, before running out the door. I swear I hear my mom mutter something about me having to wake up earlier while I run out the door, but I dismiss it and continue running.
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ANYWAY, I finally make it to the school and smile looking up at the tall building in front of me. Unfortunately, I’m late. And by the looks of the dwindling students in the quad area, very late.
As quickly as I can, I run straight to my class. But when I open the door, all I can see was chaos. Every guy in class is going crazy, while the girls and our teacher Miss. Haya are cowering in a corner.
This doesn't really surprise me though. Because lately, you see, all the guys in our class have gone insane. They act like they own the place and it is all because of one person, Takeru 'T.K'. Takaishi, or as I like to call him, the Boss Monkey. Why? Because all of the guys in our class do whatever he tells them, and because well, I like monkeys.
I spot the 'Boss Monkey' in the back of the class, listening to his mp3 player, just watching over the whole mess. I let out an annoyed sigh and start for my desk.
'What do you know; he's using it as a footstool.'
Marching up to him I look him straight in the eye, which I notice, happen to be a nice shade of blue, almost like the ocean. I mentally smack myself. 'I'm supposed to be angry at him, not thinking about his eyes.'
"Yo, T.K, get your feet off my freakin desk." I start pulling on the desk but it won't budge. He just looks down at me with a blank look. By now, I have gotten the entire class' attention. I get ready to pull again, without realizing that T.K. has started to remove his feet from the desk. I have no time to stop myself, though, and end up rolling backwards with the desk still in my hands. I land on the other side of the classroom, in the same position I was in right before, desk and all.
I ignore this and pull up a chair to sit at my desk. I barely register the fact that everyone is still watching me and raise my hand to get Miss. Haya's attention.
"Umm... Miss. Haya, can you help me with last night's homework? I didn't understand one of the questions."
"Oh um, alright... which one was it?" She questions, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"This one." I say, pointing at the question.
"Oh that's simple." She says walking up to the board. "All you have to do is..." But she never gets to finish her sentence, because a guy behind us decided that now would be a great time to chuck a couple of chalk filled balloons at her, leaving a pile of chalk dust on her head, shoulders, and open book. The rest of the guys start laughing their heads off as I notice Miss. Haya start to shake.
"Miss. Haya, please calm down. You can't let them get to you. They'll just think they've won. "
"I-I know b-but (sniff) it's so h-hard (sniff)." She says, trying not to cry. Right as I am about to say something else to comfort her, she begins to bawl and ran out the door. 'Man she's sensitive.'
"Look what you did now." I say, glaring at them as they continue to laugh.
"What is wrong with you? Don't you know when to stop?" I ask glaring at T.K. He doesn't answer; he just gives me a blank look. "I've had it with you." And with that I run out the door after Miss. Haya.
'Oh, he is so gonna pay!' I think while I turn the corner. I can hear the guys going crazy again, all the way from here. Little did I know that someone was watching me from down the hall.