1. e. Lunch, 2. g. Essay, 3. g. Fraction, 4. g. Sketch
Essay
“Guuuuuuuys, help me! This essay is due tomorrow, and I still don’t have a topic!”
“How about ‘How to drain a chocolate sundae in fifteen seconds’?” suggested Mamoru.
Minako grinned wickedly. “Ooh, what about, ‘How to make your worst enemy fall in love with you’?”
Mamoru froze.
Usagi scowled. “Mina-chan, this isn’t-“
“I’ve got one!” said Makoto. “‘How early morning collisions can sustain unresolved sexual tension’.”
“Fine!” Usagi yelled. “Since you think this is soooo funny, I’ll just go ask Umino for help!”
“Aw, c’mon Usagi-chan! We were just teasing.”
“Besides, shouldn’t you write only what you know?”
Fraction
It was 3:14 p.m. on March 14th.
“My lovely 6/6 slices of triple chocolate pecan pie,” Usagi crooned.
“..I can’t finish even one slice,” said Rei.
By four thirty, all the girls were nauseated at watching Usagi eat. They left to go shopping.
Suddenly, Mamoru burst into the arcade.
“Sorry, buddy,” said Motoki. “Nothing left. You missed pi day.”
Usagi suddenly groaned. “Okay. I’m done.”
Motoki gasped. “But-there’s one slice left!”
She shrugged. “I’m stuffed. I’m taking a walk.”
Mamoru eyed the slice hungrily.
“I’m losing my touch!” cried Motoki. “She always finishes all six! What’s happening to me?!”
Sketch
Usagi was surrounded by a gaggle of high school girls.
“This is so sketch,” Minako muttered.
“Sketch?” Ami asked.
“Yeah. Like, sketchy. Fishy. Suspicious.”
“Why would high school girls want to hang out with Usagi?” Rei muttered.
-
Mamoru froze the moment he stepped into the arcade.
“Mamoru-san!” A red-headed gril from Azabu stepped towards him. Her hair was done up in two odangos and two short pigtails. “Do you like my new hairstyle? I know you’ll fall in love with me too!”
He raced back outside.
-
“Told you it was sketch,” Minako said grimly.
“Poor Usagi.”
“Poor Mamoru.”
Lunch
The crash was inevitable.
Usagi’s three enormous bags filled with costumes for her drama presentation sent Mamoru tumbling backwards too.
“Dammit, Odango! Would-“
“No time, no time!” She blindly gathered her things and rushed off again.
Only at lunch did she realize that, in her haste, she had picked up Mamoru’s lunch bag.
Great.
But, she thought, it’d be a shame to waste food...
She opened his lunch bag, and gave a shout of surprise.
It was full to the brim with odangos-a dozen odangos, all crammed together.
She couldn’t keep from grinning as she bit into one.