The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 10~♫

By the afternoon, her hands had cuts all over them, from moving endless rows of stuff, cables, boxes, and equipment around. Aoi Ueno was never satisfied.

"How could you get into this school is beyond me, you useless trash." Her harsh eyes measured the squatting girl. "You think you have time for a break? Get going!"

Freya stood up, seeing a dozen girls just standing idly and giggling like idiots. The half-baked smile made its way on her face, giving her narrowed eyes an insane aura. And perhaps she was crazy. Few people could put up with such stress like her.

She picked a bucket filled with water, going to scrub the walls behind the podium that hid backstage and performers entering it. From the high-pitched squeals, she guessed Ueno was giving her speech about her awesome play for the hundredth time in the last hour.

When they turned into gloomy sounds, she mentioned her dear Aiyoku-sama being home with a nasty cold. He was so worried about her; he decided to not attend school, so she could perform without worrying about getting it too.

Freya smirked on the first occasion she heard it and giggled now. Only an idiot would trust it was cold. If Freya could tell, Aiyoku didn't want to be around her more than needed. She might have ignored them, but she couldn't miss his forced smile when he was with Ueno.

"Hey, Freaka!" one girl called to her, demanding help with something she could do on her own. Why work when one could ditch it on somebody else?

Clenching her teeth, she squeezed the cloth and put it over the bucket. Freya wasn't one of the girls crying her heart out with every minor problem. Her father carried on his shoulders a heavier burden when he ran to get her to safety, paying with his life a few hours later.

The ginger girl smirked, approaching the dark-haired girl like a predator. They were of the same height, but Freya towered in front of her.

"G-G-G-Go take o-out the t-t-trash," she stuttered before leaving in a hurry.

Perhaps this could turn into a nice day after all. Scaring a couple of girls brought a devilish smile to her face. They had packed the bags to the brim of bursting.

That girl would need to pick them up one by one. Freya picked all four of them, moving them straight to the trash collecting point outside of the school. On the farm, she lifted heavier stuff, and she had a part-time job over the summer in a small shop, putting goods onto the shelves.

Walking out dogs for elderly people, taking care of their gardens, or running errands strengthened her body more than any P.E. could.

Ueno watched her like an eagle, frowning.

"She is so spooky."

"She needs to learn a lesson for good."

Her Fan Club discussed what to do with Freya, who went against the mainstream.