Disclaimer: All Slam Dunk characters belong to Inoue Takehiko.

'Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep...'

I opened my eyes to the shrill beeping of my trusty alarm clock. My room was still a mess but I had to make do until we were done with the unpacking. No computer, no TV for the time being. Sigh.

My gaze fell on a small, neat package amidst the mess of half-opened boxes and suitcases.

Ah, yes. My new school uniform. Oh no, my first day at Shohoku High.

Glancing at the clock, I reluctantly climbed out of bed, washed up and slipped into my new uniform. The skirt was waay to short, its hem ending a mile above my knee.

Sigh. And this was already the longest available. Being tall sure has its cons.

Picking up my bag, I headed downstairs for breakfast. Hopefully Okaasan will be there.

A butler greeted me and gave me a note once I reached the dining room.

Sigh. Okaasan wasn't there, as usual.

Can't blame her, though. She's a really busy career woman, always rushing off to meetings.

I opened the folded note and was greeted by a whiff of Okaasan's perfume. I smiled and read the note:

My dear little Tomoko, I'm really sorry I couldn't see you off to your first day at Shohoku High. I had to go for a very important breakfast meeting. I hope the uniform fits you. Being always busy, I never really got the chance to tell you why I chose Shohoku High over the private school near our home. I am an alumni of Shohoku High, and I want you to experience school life as I had. I know Shohoku is a bit out of the way for you but I hope you do understand how I feel about my alma mater. I hope you will enjoy your first day there. Oh, I nearly forgot to inform you that I won't be home for the next week or so. Do take care of yourself. love, Okaasan

I sighed and smiled sadly. Okaasan was constantly feeling guilty about being unable to pay attention to my welfare. She was therefore always trying to make it up to me by showering me with material goods and attention whenever she could afford the time.

I finished my breakfast and got into the car, pondering about what it would be like to have a real family.

The only family I ever knew was my mother. I never knew if I had any siblings or a father. When I was ten, I innocently broached the topic of 'where my otoosan was' and was rewarded with a resounding slap, the only time Okaasan ever hit me in my short life of nearly 17 years.

She warned me never to raise the topic ever again before running off to the toilet, to cry, I suppose.

Out of fear and respect for Okaasan, I never did broach that taboo topic again. And therefore knew nothing about my father. It was almost as though he never was.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't realise I'd reached Shohoku High until my driver snapped me out of my reverie.

Thanking him, I stepped out of the Mercedes Benz, only to be greeted by a crowd of wide-eyed students who were staring at... me.

Was arriving in a Merc so unusual? Surely-

CRASH

The next thing I knew was that I was struck by something hard from behind.

Rubbing the sore area, I spun around, looking for the culprit.

I spotted a dozing boy on his bicycle. Aha. He must be the guilty person. I'll teach him not to sleep while cycling.

I punched him hard on his shoulder, startling and awaking him.

He turned, and I gasped as I saw his face...

A/n: Hehheh, I really know how you all hate cliffhangers. But I just had to do it this time. Well, the usual talk. Reviews appreciated. Oh and I'll try to update ASAP.