Hello! Thanks so much for reading this! I just wanted to give you a few heads up!
1. I don't like to use any bad language but 'crap', so no bad language will be put in this story.
2. I've watched the anime of 'Fruits Basket', but haven't finished the manga yet, so forgive me if I do something wrong.
3. I DO NOT OWN FRUITS BASKET!!!
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As I opened up the doors of the tall building that stood before me and took my first step inside, I felt a wave of uneasiness quickly sweep over me.
You see, I have a bit of a long story of how I came from living in America to Japan.
My father was an engineer and, somehow, - I'm not too good at explaining this, am I? - got promoted for a job here, in Japan.
Since then, my parents found themselfs too occupied to home school my little sister and I at the same time, and soon decided to send us off to public school temporarily.
To be perfectly frank, the reason I'm was so nervous is because I hadn't even stepped inside a school for..... what....? Nine years, I think it is.
As I suddenly began to feel sick to my stomach as I made my way through the crowd, I knew it was time to stop feeling sorry for myself and get going. I mean, yeah, I hate public school, but there are kids that would kill for this.
Wondering what I should do to get my mind off of all this, I looked down at my navy blue wrist watch, which read 7:45 AM.
'Well....' I groaned to myself in my head, just wanting the floor to swallow me whole, 'at least it's fifteen minuets before class starts, so that gives me one less thing to worry about.'
Well, it would've been one less thing to worry about if I hadn't looked up to see the two words in Japanese above the small door that stood only a few feet away from myself.
If I hadn't looked up, Lord knows what would've happened. But I'm glad I did. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to write this story for you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met Yuki, or his family. Otherwise....I'd still be wondering if there was something in the world that was kept hidden.
'Music Room'.
Those two words are what caused me to slip away from the crowd, and - in the future - be late for class.
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Sorry this was so short, it's all I could think of. I promise you, the next chapter will be longer.