BP: As my A Math improves, my writing skills are getting rusty. This is a new story idea. I just got to write the prologue so that I won't forget my story idea.
23.3.08
Dear Carumati,
I am going to Japan now. My dad is sending me to a school called Seishun Gakuen, Seigaku for short. Also, since their first language is Japanese, he's giving me a lot of private lessons, and always saying "Mada Mada Dana." whenever I gave a wrong answer. Geez! Yeah, he went to that school when he was young, and he is going to send me to the same school. He expects me to join the tennis team so that I might be able to learn something from those tennis players. Isn't it great?
I have already packed my bags and I am pretty excited! I wonder what kind of people I will meet there. I mean, I have lived all my life in America, it's nice to be in another place for a change. I am curious to what kind of food Japan traditionally serves. Also, I heard a lot of manga and anime originated from there. My dad said he liked something called sushi. I wonder what it is, what it looks like, and what it tastes like. Yes, my dad is still the same old perverted guy that you knew. He is reading all those porn magazines….again. Remind me to set Karupin on his magazines later in the day. I think that will freak him out. His reaction will be priceless, I bet you. I promise to take a picture or a video and send it to you through letter or email, if it's a video. By the way, I hope you don't mind that I'll take the book you borrowed me. I'll be taking your bow and sheath of arrows too. I'll return them when I get back to America.
You know, how I wish you can come with me, but you are so busy with schoolwork lately. I'll attach my address in Japan, my email address and my phone number here. I hope you will at least contact me once you are free.
Well, my mother is telling me to pack my bags now, so got to go now.
Miss you lots!
Ryoma
25.3.08
Dear Carumati,
I can't believe my luck! A girl with stupid long braids and likes to stutter a lot gave me the wrong direction to the courts! Thanks to her, now I'm disqualified for the tournament! To make things worse, I met that girl again, and she was asking me if I'm thirsty, and it turns out, she has no money! What is this? I ended up spending money on two drinks, one for her, one for me. What a troublesome girl. Sheesh. I wonder why I have the misfortune to meet her.
Anyway, I played with this guy called Sesame or whatever the heck his name is. Well, you know I don't remember someone who doesn't give me an impression. He's the same guy on the train on the way to the courts (before that girl misled me. Darn it) who was bragging about his western grip, when it's actually the eastern grip. The only time he had the western grip correct is when he dropped his racquet and picked it up again. He cheated and made up rules for himself in order to take points from me. What a cheater and sore loser, don't you think?
During the match, he also threw his racquet at me, making my head bleed. It's ok, I'm alright, though. However, this old lady, presumably the girl's grandma, judging by their red hair, said that he couldn't defeat me. That's when I used my left hand, revealing I am left handed. I have to thank you, though. You gave a good advice of telling me to hide my true abilities. I got him by surprise and I defeated him. Isn't it great? Oh, and by the way, I managed to take a video of Karupin destroying baka oyaji's (idiot father) porn magazines. His reaction was hilarious. I'm sending a link to your email later. Do turn down the volume of your headphones before watching, though, because there's a lot of screaming from my father. Who knew he can scream like a girl?
Well, I better turn off the light. It's getting late. Send my regards to your brother. Miss you.
Ryoma
BP: I think my writing has gotten rusty. What do you think? Please review.