|Cruel To Be Kind
Author: Crimson Kimono PM
Jenny is your typical teenager who prides herself as a man-hater. Even boys are afraid of her. When her mother arranges her marriage to the boy she hates most, Jenny is devastated! Can they learn to get along? Can they learn to love each other? Oh what isRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,249 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-26-06 - id: 2098640
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Cruel To Be Kind
By: Crimson Kimono
Chapter One: All About Me… And My Zipper
Darned alarm clock woke me up from my deep slumber. Oh but this is life, I'm used to this. I wake up every darn morning and go to school 30 minutes early. That's just the way I am; my mom trained me since I was young. Hey wait, I'm still young! I went to the restroom and took a quick shower. Oooh, the water's cold. Anyway, I went straight to the mirror and… OMG! My eye bags! They've gotten bigger! Really hate my school… Jeez, they don't give us enough time to rest! Homework overloads and project deadlines… Then at school, everyone literally snatches my notebooks from me and copies my answers. Ouch. I'm not one to brag, but I've always been an honor student. Well, supposedly if it weren't for my conducts. Can't help it… There are a lot of idiots in my school, and they needed a lesson the hard way. The principal can't change them, but I sure can!
I'm eating my breakfast now… Yum. Looks can be really deceiving, you know? I don't think anyone will believe me if I tell them that I'm a black belter… And I don't blame them. It actually my fault that I have really large eye bags and… Wait, that's not my fault. That's the school's fault. Anyway. I'm really small for my age… You see, I'm already 16, and I'm in the first year in high school, but I'm just 5'3". How annoying. Luckily, I'm not like those children who have nothing to eat. But I'm not fat, too, okay? I'm just… average-y.
"Jen, I'm leaving!" my brother called out. Gosh, I forgot to give you my name! I guess I really do, as my brother says, blab a lot.
"WAIT FOR MEEE!" I shouted as I gulped down the remaining milk in my glass. My brother, Jason, is always tad early and it didn't help at all. Don't get me wrong here, I love my brother. We aren't like those siblings who fight till the end of the world. That's why I'm beginning to doubt whether we were really siblings or not; I mean, we get along reaaally well.
I'm Jenny; my friends call me Jen for short. Yeah, I hate my name, too. Anyway, as I've said, I have an older brother Jason who wakes up like, an hour before I do. He actually spends one full hour in the bathroom. God knows why it takes him that long to get ready for school. Oh, don't you dare question his sexuality, Jason is much of a heartthrob in the campus. We go to the same school; he's 18 and responsible. Blah. My mom said that I had the traits of my late dad while Jason got hers, that's why he's so dependable.
Whenever we'd walk together in school, people who don't know us would ask if we were lovers or anything. Hell, we don't look like each other at all! Not even a bit! Well, maybe except for our eyes; we both have dark brown eyes. Oh, and our hair. I have this long straight hair that I usually pull up into a ponytail. You got it, I LOVE my hair. My brother has jet black hair which he puts gel on; ad he looks really good. It fits his lanky and towering frame. I'm only about an inch or two above his shoulders.
We're Chinese. My mom and dad grew up in China then migrated here after they got married. Yeah, I can speak Chinese! Ain't it cool? Unfortunately, my dad died when I was 6. That was ten years ago, it doesn't affect me now. My mom worked extra hard and now, whoopee, we're living a life of luxury. (Well, not really.)
"So, you finished all your assignments?" Jason asked as we walked on our way to school. It was a nice morning; not too cold nor hot; not humid. Just fine. There weren't much people around, except for the people jogging around our neighborhood.
"Yep, can't you see?" I replied as I pointed my eye bags.
He chuckled, "Well, you can always ask help from me, you know."
Told ya. That's why I like him so much. He used to fight those bullies who get my food. And when he fails to retrieve my food, he gives his lunch to me. Until now, I don't know what he used to eat. I think he doesn't eat anything at all. Whatever.
We reached our school in a matter of minutes. Hey, no traffic. I said goodbye to my brother when I saw my best friend, Danika, striding toward us. He's stalking Jason, I swear! I quickly ran up to her, partly because I didn't want her to reach my brother, but also because I just wanted to.
"God, Jen, your brother is sooo hot."
I rolled my eyes, I was used to that anyway.
"Good morning, Nik."
"I'm so into your brother!"
I sighed. This was Danika.
On and on, she kept on rambling about how cute my brother was. Or maybe about some other guy, but I didn't care, I don't care. All I know is that my brother was taken. That's that. Unfortunately, I don't have the heart to tell my best friend. So I just let her be.
Danika was an inch taller than me; she had wild brown hair and small eyes. She was, like me, Chinese, too. But she was half. Come to think of it, our school had a lot of Asian people. Hmm. Probably why they call it Academy of Asia Pacific.
The two of us quickly walked towards our first class, which was my favorite – History. Hell, I love that subject. When we entered the classroom, a few of our classmates were already there. They practically ran towards us and snatched my bag from me. I just gave them my notebook and started to leave the room.
"Do your own homework." Danika told them as we walked away.
"6:30. we still have a lot of time to kill." I said to no one in particular. But since I was with Danika, and we were the only ones there, it was pretty understandable.
My best friend shrugged and continued blabbing about guys. This is my life. I Hate boys, I love my brother and I do my homework. Blah.
I took a novel, Roses Are Red, out to read. I don't really fancy those romance novels for teens. How mushy. Eww. The killer was about to kill his victim when I suddenly bumped into someone. Okay, he was definitely strong, since I fell to the floor. I clutched my head and rubbed it. Instead of apologizing, the guy laughed. I was about to stand up and punch him to a pulp when he said in an annoyingly high voice, "Umm… Your zipper is open."
I was speechless, petrified as I stared down in horror.
A/N: Bwahahaha. Okay that just sucks. . I'm writing in the character's POV again. Argh. I hate it, I find it difficult… But yeah, whatever. XD Oh yeah, forgive me for the poor sense of humor.