Im Jade, most of you know me by now, theres not much to me, Im 4'11 (and a half ^^) I have blue eyes and Im quite intellegent, mostly because I have few friends so all I could do was study. I attended Kanagawa High when I moved here age of 14, originally im from England but we were forced to move because of my dads job. Kanagawa was nice, and being new at the High school was ok.

 

 

I sat in my seat without a word, hoping to go unnoticed knowing if this was not the case i surely would explode. His friends were like a plague, but i could handle them, they just participated in friendly teasing but he. He was just an .

 

*Flashback of the first day*

 

 

Shyly scuttling to my seat I looked up from my desk to see the other members of my class laughing and chatting. A brown haired boy had smiled at me, soon to introduce himself as Kai. He also introduced me to his 5 friends - Ruki, Aoi, Uruha, Miyavi and Reita. They were generally nice people, but Reita kept making fun of me. The others had told him to stop but he just ignored them. As we grew so did our distaste for each ther.

*presentation for graduation*

I smiled greeting Kai and the others, rolling my eyes as he walked in.

'mornin chibi' he smirked.

'mornin voldermort' I returned sighing as he sat next to me. The teacher wasnt due to arrive for another 10 minutes, plenty of time to glare at him.

'aw is hamster cheeks pissed?' he mocked.

' off noseless bastard' I replied rolling my eyes as Uruha shook his head, amusement evident on his face as he looked between the two.

We would fight like this all the time, even now and it had been 8 years since we met. The had formed a band called 'The GazettE' and they were touring but were coming home for a few weeks, whist they were touring I kept intouch always wishing them luck before a show. Uruha and Kai would usually have the phone first before Ruki or Aio would talk, then Reita would have his turnhe would be genuine but names like chibi often still appeared our conversations, unlike the others Uruha knew of my situation, that no matter how much we would fight or yell . I loved him and not as his sister. It would pain me everytime he tormented me or tortured me ruthlessly but it was worth it just to hear his voice. The voice I imagined many times to whisper in my ear dring violent storms, the voice that would hum and sing dorky songs in the shower, the voice that would call me by my name and the voice that would day 'Aieru' in my dreams.