If I'm Wrong, There's No Such Thing As Right[CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING]

Chapter 1: Meeting Melody Foster

Melody walked down St. Riverside road, on her way to school. Well, somewhat of a school, more or less like some sort of office building. But that wasn't really the point, was it? She was off in distant thought, as her hazel brown eyes would've told as much. Her charcoal black curls bobbed up and down in her restraining ponytail as she swung her cinnamon brown hands by her blood red and gray plaid skirt, courtesy of the school uniform.
But just what was this straight A student of Rockwell high lost in thought about? Nothing other than the possibly BIGGEST exam of her life! Well, maybe not that big, but it was pretty important. It was that time of year where Rockwell would hold it's annual student placement test. Oh, well why would a simple test keep this poor girl so worried? Well for you're information, this was not simply a "test", but the test that would decide if she would get into the GATE program this year. Yeah, she passed it every year with some of the highest results, but what if something went wrong? She could accidentally fill in the wrong bubble, or throw up all over her sheet. Unlikely? Possibly, but it could happen! Then, she'll do badly and bye-bye Yale! Then her parents would definitely disown her. She shivered at the thought as she began to bite her innocent fingernails, a habit she was pretty sure she'd never drop. Well, at least she began to quit picking out her eyelashes. That wasn't pretty.
And besides, she'd never have to worry about keeping her spot in 1st place, considering that honor was always taken from her by none other than that genius, cunning braniac, Kiku Honda. He was a transfer student from Japan and man, was he good at beating her. Her previously chewed on fingers soon bawled into jealous fists of rage. Everything she seemed to try and accomplish, he beat her without batting one of those dull coffee brown eyes. Student council president? He got that, but when she refused vice, he quickly resigned. Not really fair, considering she wanted it more. Then she tried mathleets, and was presented with 2nd place. Of course, Honda got first. Next was spelling bee, with another 2nd place trophy on her shelf and a 1st place one for Honda that she could envy from afar. After that she tried geography bee. Lost to him in that as well. Heck, she even tried chess. She didn't even like chess! But once again, she fell short to him.
The more she thought about it, the faster her walk became. Does he really have to be so perfect? If you ask me, that's a little insensitive to us imperfect folk. In fact, it's just down right-

CLICK!

She momentarily stopped in her tracks.

"What on earth was that?"she thought out loud. "Maybe I've been thinking too hard. Paranoia must be getting the better of me. Oh geez." Finally she arrived at her destination. The school reminded her more of a college or maybe office building, considering it's floors. Five, to be exact, which seemed like a bit much to her. Its gray and blood red color pallad make it seem like a possible candidate for an elderly home. As she walked up, she could see the other hundreds of students going about their business, whether it was finishing up some due homework or socializing with friends. She fell into the latter category. She looked around furiously trying to spot her's like she lost a bag with $1,000,000, dollars in it. Her constantly smudged glasses didn't help, but they never really did.

"Hey Mel, over here!"she heard a familiar voice call out. So that's where they were, under that maple tree as always. She beamed them a smile and waved.

"Hey guys! I'm coming over right now!" But just as she was about to depart, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see none other than he who was despised .... well, by her.

"Ohayo gozaimasu Miss Melody," he greeted with a small bow.

"Good morning to you also Honda," she replied, returning the bow. Thus began the awkward silence, neither if them knowing what to say our daring to beak it. She took this opportunity to examine the Asian boy. He was holding a cup of coffee and looked tired, showing he probably had bad sleeping habits.His raven black hair, cut into a nice bowl hairstyle, fell into his coffee brown eyes. Oh, avoid the eyes. They were quite beautiful, but they had something missing from them. They seemed kinda cold to her. She decided to look down, and that's when she noticed his pale hands holding a very familiar pink, jewel encrusted ruler.

"So, what ya got there?" He too seemed his mind on something else, so her question successfully brought him back from whatever planet he was on.

"Oh, I found this ruler on my way to school and thought it perhaps belonged to you. So, here it is," he explained as he shoved it in her hands. If she would've squinted, she could've maybe seen the tiny blush that was slowly creeping up his cheeks.

"Oh, ok then. Thank you, Kiku. I had no idea at all," she responded. The boy's face went from embarrassed to completely shocked and confused, and this time his face went pale. Well, even paler.

"Are you feeling well? I could take you to see the-"

"Sayonara!"he interrupted. And with that, he scurried off. Ok, that was strange. Maybe he was feeling worse than he thought. Melody then shrugged it off and wandered over to her two best friends, Janett and Sammuel.

"Hey Mel, what was that all about?" Janett questioned, her ocean blue eyes filled with curiosity. They complemented her sandy blonde hair worn down nicely.

"Oh, apparently I forgot my ruler on some random street while I was on my way here. Honda was just kind enough to pick it up for me and return it."

"Oh God, not the ruler! You truly are blessed to have that magical tool returned to you!" Sammuel proclaimed, his jet black eyes filled with excitement. Melody put her hand on his earth brown hair and patted him.

"I truly am, for what would I do when I wanted a perfectly straight line?"

"Well for one, they don't keep the lines from being diagonal," interjected Janett.

"You just had to ruin it, didn't you Jane?" Sammuel whined.

"And secondly, it doesn't seem like you to just leave things around like that.... And shut up Sam."

"Ok, you two. Lets cut it out now. Anyway, I was pretty surprised too. I could've sworn I left on my dresser this morning."

"Mel you monster! That ruler deserves so much better than that! I'll adopt it from you, and save it!" Sammuel interjected overdramatically.

"Ha! Good luck with that Sammuel my dear fool. Anyway, maybe the stress of our placement exams is getting to you," Janett suggested.

"I wouldn't know why. They're at the end of the year, and we're only the third month in. Also, Mel, your like the smartest person I know. Well, except for-"

"Sammuel Johnson I swear if you say Kiku Honda I will end you!" Melody threatened.

"I wasn't! It's Honda Kiku in Japan," he defended.

"Grr...."

"Ok, ok. I'll stop. I'd hate to see our peacemaker get ugly on me," he surrendered.

"That reminds me. Mel, don't you think that Honda kid is a little unnerving?" Janett adressed.

"Whatcha mean, Jane?" Melody inquired.

"Is it 'cause he's Asian?" Sammuel questioned.

"What, no!" Janett confirmed.

"Good, 'cause wet don't need no blonde haired, blue eyed, white racists up in here. White guilt, ya know what I'm sayin'?" Sammuel ranted.

"One, you're white too, no matter how much you tan. And two, I never really do. Anyway, I mean how every single club you've been in since the beginning of the year, he's been apart of. Or maybe how you always see him by himself? You'd think he'd have some friends."

"I don't know, maybe he's just shy. And we probably just don't have a lot in common," Melody assumed.

BRRRRING!

"Maybe, but it's still weird if ya ask me. Anyway, I gotta go or I'll be late for LA with miss Stapelton. She's a mean cookie! Later guys," Janett cheered. And with that, they all went to their respective classrooms.
But one thing they all failed to realize is that they were most definitely not the only ones who were apart of that conversation. And the eavesdropping unknown party was not at all happy with what he heard.

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A/N: Hey guys! This is a story that I've been wanting to write for a while, and I finally have! So please, I'd there's anything you think I can improve on, I stress that you let me know. I adore constructive criticism. Ok then, farewell.