~Keita~ "Keita! It’s time for school!" My mother called as I walked around the corner. "Don't remind me." I rolled my eyes as she was setting the breakfast on the table. "You're up early." I nodded, "Finals are today. I studied all night and I know I'm going to do well." I yawned, remembering all the memorization and quizzing and all the other crap I had to go through just to get past History. I knew more about the presidents than the presidents knew about themselves. I smiled at the bewildered look my mom plastered on her face. I wanted to do something nice for her; give her a good report card for once instead of all the suspension letters she usually sees in the mail. I wasn't a bad person. I don't sell drugs or anything. It's just that people get annoying sometimes. And when people get annoying, I have this weird syndrome where I beat the shit out of people that piss me off. "You were studying for finals?" She said in a tone that matched her face. I nodded again, "Yeah I was, why?" I asked and she quickly turned around as if I never said anything. "It’s nothing!" I raised my eyebrow. Weird. But I decided to shake it off and start eating my breakfast. Before the silence could settle into the uncomfortable phase, my mom started her usual mom rants. "So, Keita, you know that lady I was telling you about?" I dropped the spoon to give her an understanding and caring expression. "Yes! That lady! Diabolical fiend..." "Silly boy," she playfully smacked my head, "Yes that lady. I seriously need your help this time." I sighed. Help. The signal word for "ranting to me about her job while I say 'Uh-huh'". "I promise you, she is moving my stuff around trying to make me look unorganized. I don't know how she does it but she does. And you know if I have one thing out of line, that whole place is going to get on my tail. I've tried my best to get th—" "Mom, at least you have a jo—" "Hold on Keita. I'm not finished yet. Where was I? Oh yes, my boss! That man Keita, I have had it up to my p—" Oh no. Not the the boss. I pushed myself up from the breakfast table. "Okay mom! Well that's messed up and everything but I’ve got to go!" I tried to escape her rant as I walked over to the door and she called after me. "Keita, wait!" I stopped, turning my head, still struggling to put on my shoes. "Yes?" I said. She walked over and hugged me, "I'm really proud of you. I know it's been tough but I'm so proud that you’re not giving up." I blushed as she hugged me. "Thanks mom." I said hugging her back. "I love you too." ………………………………… “So if I have (x^2+2x+4), I have to do this weird thing where I cut it in half. So it's (x+2) (x-2)… I think. I hope at least." I tried to get my Math homework down as I walked to school. I looked on the back of the page and frowned. There's a lot of things to cover. "Nya~" I heard coming from ahead of me. “Get lost cat! Go! Scatter!" The old scraggy, cranky man from the fish market angrily croaked at the cat,trying to bat it down with a broomstick. The cat was small, about the size of a kitten. I forgot the math and dashed over to the place, picking up the cat before it could run off hungry. "Sorry, sorry. This is my cat." I lied so he wouldn't yell at it anymore. “Well, keep your cat in the house if it can't stay in the yard! Though I guess cat’s like that can’t help getting into trouble, huh?!" The man said, antipathy literally radiating from him. “Sorry." I repeated, taking out my wallet. I handed him 15 dollars, “Can I get some Minos please?" He grunted before nodding his head and putting a bag of small fish in it and handing it to me. He went returned to the market, muttering sailor curses. The kitten was struggling a little bit before but had settled down. I continued walking towards school, occasionally giving the little fish to the kitten when it had finished the previous one. "I need to name you." I said like it was going to reply. I lifted it up and looked at its butt. "It’s a girl." I muttered and the cat mewled at me. I gave her another fish carelessly, as a name was forming at the tip of my tongue. "Star.” I almos questioned my own reasoning behind naming a black cat Star. She didn’t seem very unlucky to me. How could anything this sweet be considered bad luck? When I looked into her eyes, they seemed to hold the whole galaxy in them. "Yeah, I like that name. Star." She meowed at me happily. "Hey Keita!" shouted an oddly familiar voice. I turned around, "Kimi." I acknowledged and she smiled at me. "Morning." The kitten had already gotten comfortable enough to where it started to lay on my shoulder.She smiled and I nodded. " Yeah good—" She quickly reached for Star. "Omg it's so-" she started but Star hissed at her, not wanting to be touched. "Sorry. She's still new to people. I found her on my way to school." Kimi pouted, "Then why does she like you so well? I want her to like me too!" I held out the bag of fish to her, “I fed her." Kimi laughed, "Yup, that makes sense. That's the way into every woman's heart." Star started to purr as she laid on me, one of the little fish still hanging out of her mouth. "She's so cute!" Kimi squealed." What did you name her?" "I named her Star." I said and she smiled. "Well it's not what I would have picked but I guess you did alright." I raised my eyebrow at her, "And what would you have picked Ms. Holy Name Picker?" I said annoyed. "I’d pick Kiwi!" She said excitedely, gushing at the thought of it. "Yep, that was lame. I'm glad I didn't ask you for help." Kimi growled at me, "Is not-" she started but she stopped herself. Someone had shouted from across the school campus we just reached. "Hey, give it back!" Authors note: so this is a story that's still in the development and I guess you can say you guys are like my practice audience! So critic it's much as you want! I will not be hurt or upset I promise!