I was extremely annoyed now. I was stuck here, with a bunch of strangers, and ONE OF THEM, had just brilliantly RAN OVER some kid, who was entirely unharmed. What was this, freakshow day?! I ground my teeth, almost unable to restrain myself from socking the boy myself. Or that bumbling adult. I loosened up, leaned back, and crossed one leg over the other- letting my bored and unimpressed expression show. I knew that the real Bubbles was staring at my sudden change in attitude, as I folded my arms and "patiently" waited for the car to move on. This patience invovled me, bobbing my foot up and down as I read a lame periodic table pasted on the wall of the hideous van. What horrid day. Horrid, like everyone around me.
~ + ~
Many many hours earlier
"Going to the mall?" I laughed, "Again? You went just yesterday!"
Ami smiled and closed her locker- it was a nearly silent movement and she said over the other slamming lockers, "Yeah, but I've been really tense today! It'd really really weird. Everything's going insane today! It's like the world's turned upside down, and the mall can always right a wrong." She laughed and I giggled in reply. I was Ami's second in command- AKA: Second most popular girl in Michikusa Private Academy for the Wealthy. 'For the Wealthy' was something me and Ami added, because everyone was filthy rich anyway. Why not boast it around amongst ourselves? I brushed off my khaki cargo pants- that fit just right. Some weird girl with some serious B.O. passed by, and it seemed like she'd targeted my expensive pants.
Ami, as usual, came to my rescue, magically whipping out a bottle of melon scented perfume from her stylish and cool lavender sling bag, and spraying it across the side of my cargo's. "Thanks." I smiled, glad that I, let me repeat that, I, Kei, the girl with half a guy's name, with half a guy's wardrobe, was Ami's best friend.
"No problem." She smiled, and we walked down the hall, side by side. Lately, we'd been scouting for a third wheel, because Ami felt like a second wheel when there was no one on the other side of her. That's what she'd confided in me, and only me. I did get annoyed with her super high ego and her awesome acting skills sometimes, but, who cared? I was second in command, which, was sometimes a detestable position, but earned me a few rights in my own aspect. Such as, being able to be with Ami, sit with Ami at lunch, and know all the REAL secret's about her before everybody else. Ami never blamed me for telling secret's after they got out, because they never got out. I was a good best friend.
No backstabbing for me.
We parted ways the minute we stepped out of the door. I was headed for home, and Ami was headed for the mall. I remembered a black light earlier in the week- but, I thought that was just my imagination and had ignored it. Who cared? The world was a-okay, as long as Ami was around. I know, I know, I'm an Ami worshipper. Clone. Drone. Whatever. But, who isn't? Who didn't want to be Ami at school? She was...so...Mary-sue. Who didn't want to be mary-sue? Well, I sure didn't, but I liked aspects of her life. Her parents didn't pressure her to wear dresses like mine did. I hated those things. My older brother was obsessed with arsenal. Guns, arrows, bullets, swords, shields, claymores, you name it. He had it.
And he knew how to use every single one. I'm a confidee. That means, everyone, tells me, everything. He told me that ever since the last target practice with his handgun at our private shootery, he's been able to transform into some kinda weird awesome...person! He admitted that the person was a bad person, and he always liked stealing and stuff whenever he transformed, but I didn't mind. It was a different person, and my brother stealing? That wasn't so much of a surprise either. Sure he could afford everything. He just hated taking the time to count the money, or swipe his credit card, or sign the receipt. And he never got caught. He always stole as this new guy, so it wasn't a problem for anyone.
But me...I was different. The day I told my brother I got hit by the light too, he grinned and instantly told me we were partners. It was pretty awesome, except, I found his little games...boring. Why steal marbles, when you could steal...poison darts? Why steal dice when you could steal, diamonds?! He told me because they were less suspicious. I guess he was right, but it was boring nonetheless. We only teamed up for big things- my stealing fun. My havoc fun. He did things on his own, and otherwise, I mostly kept to myself. It