Yuri Okabe 2
ANIME LIFE. Why they making another anime club? Hamano-san likes anime? And they just want to gather and watch anime all day?
That seems boring af.
(¬_¬)
And it's not like there can be two anime clubs at the same time, right? That's like the school rules or something.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Or maybe that's why they wanted my help, but like what can I do for them? I barely know Fujimoto-san—I'm only helping her with the festivals stuff 'cuz she asked me to—and it's not like she can bend the rules, or maybe she can, but how I'm supposed to know? Why don't you just go ask her for help?
(◔_◔)
Natsumura-san told me something about recruiting the last member, right? Even tho I don't know anyone who's into that anime stuff… well, yeah, the guys from the anime club, but I like never talk to them, and—
*PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII*
( ﾟДﾟ)＜!!
Ueno-sensei, the coach, blows her whistle.
"Okabe!" and she yells @ me again. (ー_��;) "Why didn't you passed the ball?!"
And I'm like: (•_•)? What?
And she's like:ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ What you mean "what?"?! Takumi-san—that's Fumi-chan—just passed you the ball, but you just let go! Wake up, Okabe; you're the captain, and because of you it's a throw-in!
The girls from the other team do their throw-in, but Fumi-chan takes the ball from them, and we all run to the goal, and would Hamano-san hate me 'cuz everything like my fault? Maybe I should apologize to her when I see her.
But it's not like I'll go to her classroom or anything; everyone will like freak out like last time, and maybe they'll end up fighting with her or something.
(;¬_¬)
And besides, I don't have time for that; I always have soccer practica after class, and sometimes I can't even eat @ lunch—like today.
(˘︹˘)
Or I can just like text her.
(˚ᗜ˚! )
But I don't have her number.
( ｡_｡)
Maybe Fumi-chan has it, but if I ask her Eri-chan will find out somehow, and she'll tell everyone, and—
*PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII*
( ﾟДﾟ)＜!!
Ueno-sensei blows her whistle again.
"God dammit, Okabe!" and she yells @ me again. (￣ロ￣;) "Didn't you see the ball?!" You only had to kick it in! Wake up; the regionals are coming, and if you don't focus we're screwed! We're all depending on you!" and she yells me who-knows-what-else.
Everyone else are like:
(´･_･`) ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) Ψ(｀▽´)Ψ (u_u;) (*・∀・)ノ゛ヾ(・∀・*) (¯―¯٥) ( ･ั﹏･ั) <(｀^´)> (×_×;) ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡~) (◑.◑) o(･´д･｀o) (,Ծ_Ծ,) (◔_◔)ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞ(꒪ᗜ꒪ ) (˚☐˚! ) (⊙…⊙ ) ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ
"And because of Okabe you'll all do ten laps! Come on!" Ueno-sensei yells.
Fuckin' bitch!
(ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)
And now everyone's glaring me like:
(｀ε´) (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) (｀皿´) (｀Д´*) (; ･`д･´) ( ಠ_ಠ ) (⋋▂⋌) (｡ì _ í｡) (*`д´*) (∘⁼̴⃙̀˘︷˘⁼̴⃙́∘) (◣_◢)
(o･｀Д´･o) (｡☉︵ ಠ╬) (๑و•̀ω•́) و (○･｀Д´･○) (ꐦ ಠ皿ಠ ) (Ò _ Ó ╬) (◕︿◕✿) (⊙﹏☉)
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"So, now where we goin or wat?" Fumi-chan asks while she dries her hair.
"Sure, girl, but get dressed first, and then we'll see, ¿ok?" Ai-chan gets sassy with her.
Fumi-chan looks down and yes, she's nude.
"Sorry, sorry, (＾ ౪ ＾)" Fumi-chan says, then she takes her clother from her locker room and starts getting dressed. "But where we goin now?"
"Didn't u have a date with Kitamura-kun?" Eri-chan asks. "And did I told u Kitamura-kun asked Hamano-san out like two weeks ago, but she totally rejected him?"
Yes, we knew.
(;¬_¬)
"So apparently," Eri-chan just can't stop, "she said her dad didn't let her date, and she wanted to focus in her studies, but that's totally bs."
"Hamano-san's a fucking whore," says Ai-chan again. "Did y'all see what she did to me," Ai-chan shows us her scars again. "I'm so glad that bitch got suspended. Served 'er right."
"Oh, yea, I remembr now!" Fumi-chan yells outta nowhere.
( ﾟДﾟ)＜!!
(╬ Ò ‸ Ó)
"Don't scare me!" I yell @ her.
"Sorry, sorry, (＾ ౪ ＾)" says Fumi-chan again. "Its just I remembrd my date w/Kitamura-kun, but lets hang out all of us togethr. U 2, Yuri-chan; u nvr come."
And I'm like: ( ಠ _ ಠ ) Bitch, you should know right now I have:
"Piano lessons."
"So? Talk 2 teacher-chan and tell er u not goin, and dont tell ur mom."
And I'm like: ( ಠ _ ಠ ) You think is that easy, bitch?! You think I've never thought of that?! But thing is:
"Lessons are @ my place. And Kawashima-sensei's such a bitch; she even wants me to have lessons on sundays."
(ꐦ ಠ_ಠ )
"U don't worry, Yuri-chan," Eri-chan says. "We'll hang out with Kitamura-kun, and tell you all the saucy details later."
"Hell no, that's awkward, ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )" Ai-chan complains. "We'd better go somewhere else, Eri-chan."
"Why? We're friends, and Fumi-chan said it was ok."
"Yea, it is, ≧ω≦" says Fumi-chan.
"No, it'll be awkward, and you only wanna go 'cuz u're such a goosip bitch."
"What? A goosip bitch? (°ㅂ° ╬)" Eri-chan always ask this when someone tells her she's too into goosip or something. "Who told you I'm a goosip bitch, huh? Tell me."
Ai-chan and I are like: ( ﾟ-ﾟ)
"Come w/us, Yuri-chan," Oh, god, Fumi-chan so stubborn. (ꐦ ¬_¬) "Its just 1 day. Nd ur moms always scoldn u.
(ꐦ ಠ_ಠ ꐦ) And ¿you think I like it, bitch?!
"We'll hang out later," I tell her as nicely as I can.
"U so mean, Yuri-chan. ( ˃⌂˂)" Fumi-chan complains. "But ok. (ﾉ_ _)ﾉ"
(ꐦ ¬_¬)
"So, see you later," Eri-chan says. "Bye, bitch."
And they leave.
And I look putt he time and Fuck! I have to go to.
I take my stuff from my locker, and my:
[SECRET ANIME LIFE.jpg in the first comment]
(⊙_⊙;)
I grab it as fast as I can and put it back in my locker, which I lock and:
(◐_◐;) = (◑_◑;)
No. No one saw me.
(;︶o︶) =3
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"What's wrong with you, Okabe-san?!" That Kawashima-sensei bitch yells at me again; "you're already in high school and you can't play something as simple as Rachmaninoff! Start once again from the top, and you're not leaving your seat until you play right!"
On the outside I'm like: m(_ _;)m I'm sorry, Kawashima-sensei, I'm gonna do my best or whatever.
But on the inside: (╬ Ò Д Ó) You fucking cunt, I can't play this! Are you reading the sheets?! It's fucking impossible! What the fuck?! And why do I need this shit in my life?! I hate fucking piano and this music bullshit and you, fucking old cunt, you ended up as a teacher, and not even a teacher of those talented pianists who win contest and play @ concerts nobody cares about, but a teacher of a shitty family where the dad's an asshole who only knows to work and to harass any girls he finds—I've seen how you stare @ my friends, you sick fuck—and who surely forgets a lot he's married so he can fuck and whore he finds, and why wouldn't he? His wife's a fucking alcoholic cunt who has nothing better to do than to judge everyone! Have you seen yourself in the mirror?! You're and old and emaciated cunt who no one respects 'cuz you're do fucking worthless! If your husband doesn't want a divorce is 'cuz he almost never sees you, and I bet he spends all fucking day working like a dog 'cuz he doesn't want to see you! He'd rather die working than being with you! And so do I! Why do you think I help my friends to study every single day?! Do you think I like to spend the little time I have left explaining everything over and over again to some bitches who don't even listen to me and who only want to copy my homeworks and projects, or to some assholes who only tell me their fucking lame jokes 'cuz they think they'll end up fucking me that way?! No, but I'd rather tell them to fuck off every single day than to be in the same room than you!"
"Okabe-san!"
( ﾟДﾟ)＜!!
"Start playing already!"
Oh, sí, I gotta play that shit.
Come on, inhale, Yuri.
(▰˘︹˘▰) =ℇ=ℇ
Exhale, Yuri.
(▰˘o˘▰) =3=3
Inhale, Yuri.
(▰˘︹˘▰) =ℇ=ℇ
Exhale, Yuri.
(▰˘o˘▰) =3=3
And I start playing once again from the top.
Piano Concerto no. 3 in Dm. Op. 30.
It's fucking impossible.
((´д｀))
At least the first minute's not that hard.
.(⌒.⌒.)
But it's the only part I can play.
o(╥﹏╥)o
And it ends in 3…
2…
1…
*VRRRRRR*
My phone vibrates and:
( ﾟДﾟ)＜!!
"What?!" That Kawashima-sensei bitch yells once again. "Why your phone's on?! You don't care about your lesson or what?!" And she keeps yelling @ me her usual bullshit.
Ok, ok, I'm turning it off.
For fuck's sake.
"From the top," says that Kawashima-sensei bitch.
And I start from the top again.
I'll get to the hard part in 3…
2…
1…
*DING DONG*
Someone puches the doorbell and:
( ﾟДﾟ)＜!!
"They're probably your friends. But they can wait. And you can start again from the top in 3…
2…
1…
*DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG*
( ╬◣皿◢)
Kawashima-sensei gets up all pissed off and like goes to open the door.
And I'm like: 凸(>皿<)凸 Fuck you, you fucking cunt! You're an old and sad cunt! Fuck off!
And that Kawachima-sensei comes back with Ai-chan, Eri-chan, Fumi-chan and Kitamura-kun.
Ai-chan's like: (ꐦ ಠ_ಠ )
Eri-chan: ٩(^ᴗ^)۶
Fumi-chan: (￣▽￣)
Y Kitamura-kun: (;¬＿¬)
Hmmm…
I bet they hanged out altogether or something.
(;¬д¬)
Awkward.
"Hi, Yuri-chan ♥," says Eri-chan, "the others told me they'll arrive soon."
"And its 8 alredy, teacher-chan," says Fumi-chan to that Kawashima-sensei bitch, and let's see if she listens to her, "we need 2 make a project and homwrk."
"Well, that's a shame, kid, because Okabe-san need to practice a lot."
"Come on, let er go. Come on, come on, come on. Yuri-chan can practic later."
"No, she always says that but she never does."
And I'm like: (¬_¬)
But…
(˚ᗜ˚! )
"She's right, you know?" I tell everyone. "I'm not getting better. And if mom finds out what will she tell u, Kawashima-sensei?"
Kawashima-sensei's like: (⌐■ᴗ ■)
"If you tell she's just going to scold you because you need extra classes."
"True, but she'll also fire u 'cuz u're like sopposed to teach me piano, and u're not doing it right."
Now Kawashima-sensei's like: (;☉_☉)
And I'm staring @ her like: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
And then she startes @ me like: (ಠ_ಠ)
And:
"Ok, ok, I'm leaving, (¬_¬)" that Kawashima-sensei bitch finally says something nice, "but at least practice on the weekend, and think about Sunday lessons because you really need them."
"Yeah, whatever, Kawashima-sensei, I'll tell you later. Bye."
"Bye-bye, teacher-chan!" Fumi-chan yells.
And that Kawashima-sensei bitch leaves, and we all hear her hells all over the place until she like finally fucks off.
(*^▽^*)
Yay!