I awoke from bed, my hair a complete mess. I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and set to get ready for school. I wrapped a bandage tight around my chest to conceal my s and put on the boy's uniform. I looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed as I looked down at my long, black hair. I waited forever to grow it this long, but alas. I took the pair of scissors from the top to the dresser and snipped all of my hair up, the loose strands cascading down onto the floor, free from my scalp.

I opened the package of hair dye and set to working it in my scalp. After an hour, I rinsed it and I am now a blonde.

I re-examine my face now and twirl, seeing all of the sides of my body. "It's perfect," I look like a boy now. I opened my mouth and practiced speaking like a boy. I sounded awesome, downright flawless. I grabbed a piece of toast and spread jam on it downstairs in the kitchen. I grabbed my backpack and went out the door, locking the door on my way out. I ate the toast as I walked.

I should probably explain what I'm doing here. Well, let me start by tooting my own horn and saying that I am absolutly a pro. in basketball. To me, the Japanese Girl basketball league is weak. I want to be in a team where blood, sweat, and tears are shed constantly during a game and not because of something as simple as cramps, but because we are gritting our teeth and pushing towards the end goal as hard as we can.

Sure, to average players, girl's basketball is difficult. But to me I want something more hard and gruesome. My previous coach always told me to pucker up. Sure, thanks to me we'd win the games (all of them in fact) but I was bored out of my mind. I dribbled easily past the other team's defenses and scored like it was as easy as capturing flies with honey. Thanks to that, I never made many friends because the other members were always so snooty since I was good.

Good for you es, because now you don't have to deal with me.

I swallow the last of my toast and the jam off of my fingers. I wipe the saliva off on my uniform, not caring if I get it dirty. I'm a boy, remember? I turn the last corner before I see other students walking and making their way to the school. I see girls in uniform laugh childishly as I walk by. I can't tell whether they think I'm hot, or they've somehow seen through my disguise, but either way I wish they would stop.

In the courtyard of the school I see other students trying desperatly to recruit new members for their team. I ignore everyone and make a beeline straight to the boy's basketball. There's a guy sitting down next to a teacher. His pitch black hair is long and scruffled up with hair gell, making it looky like there are a million small spikes in his hair. He's wearing the typical gakuran, but it's ed and he's wearing a red shirt underneath. If I didn't read the sign on the table that said they were recruiting players, I would think that he was a delinquent. He's yawning and looks extremely bored.

The coach next to him is a female with long black hair kept in a ponytail. I'm almost amazed at the fact it's grown to the middle of her back. She's in a green track suit with white stripes all down the sides. My guess is that she's the coach. I walk directly up to her. The guy next to her sits up at seeing me walk towards the booth. "I would like to join this team," I say in my most polite speech ever.

The woman smiles and pushes a form in front of me and I set to fill it out. "What's your name?"

"Akira Toujiro," I say. Luckily for me, my parents thought I was a boy when I was born and named me Akira when I was still in the womb. They purchased boy clothes and everything for me and when I was born, being set in their ways, kept my name and made me wear boy clothes until I was six.

"What's your strength?"

I smile and set the pen down. "Everything."