Ch1
A young girl walked down the streets of Midgar, back from the store; her yellowish-brown hair covering her eyes that were staring at the ground as she walked. She already knew what the city looked like, so there was no reason to look around…well there was one good reason. The girl bumped into a man and staggered backwards a little.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean …," she looked up and was cut off when the man turned around and revealed himself as Reno, a turk who worked for Shinra. She really didn't know what he did and really didn't care.
"Watch where you're goin' little girl," Reno said and stared at her.
For a while the two had a little staring contest, navy blue eyes meeting plain blue eyes. Lightning lit up the dim skies and thunder filled the silent void between the two; it started to rain lightly and the two continued to hold their places in the little contest. Finally Reno blinked and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you staring at," Reno asked getting slightly annoyed.
"Nothing worth while," she said and walked around him and continued her way home to her apartment, all the while hearing Reno shouting a string of 'what's' and other things that shouldn't be repeated. She was sure that he would have chased after her, but he was most likely being held back by his partner Rude.
The girl just shrugged her shoulders and continued walking down the sidewalk to her small apartment. She continued to stare down at her shoes, which were fading slightly from being worn too much. The girl sighed a little and looked up at her apartment and walked in the building and towards the elevators, but was stopped half way by the landlord.
"Well, well, Miss. Honda," He said in a nasally voice. "You got your rent?"
"I paid it yesterday, Mr. Kaze" the girl sighed and reached into her pocket for her apartment key and the receipt that was left in her pocket from the other day, just in case the old fart gave her any trouble.
"No you di…" she held up the receipt, cutting his sentence off, and let him read the paper real quick. He grunted in dissaprovement , showing he was done reading the paper, and she put it back in my pocket and walked towards the elevators and pushed the button to the eleventh floor and watched the elevator door close.
The small room of the elevator was filled with soft gentle corny music that had absolutely no beat to it what so ever, but what do you expect from elevator music. Miss. Honda looked up at the ceiling and heaved a sigh and stretched her neck a little. She shook her head to get rid of the dizzying feeling and walked out of the elevator once the doors were opened.
The hall was plain and simple; egg shell white walls, simple flower pictures in between every couple of doors. She walked to the end of the hall way and unlocked her apartment door and entered the dark room, shutting the door with her foot. She managed her way to the kitchen in the dark and set the groceries on what she thought was the counter and turned on the lights. Miss. Honda started to put the items in their right places.
Her apartment was a cozy little unit. It could fit about two people, but she lived alone; had a master bedroom with a bathroom and a guest bedroom with a bathroom across the hall. The living room was a decent size, even though it only had a twenty-seven inch television on a TV stand and a futon in it with her school bag tossed carelessly on top. The kitchen was a decent size too. It had all the things it needed: a fridge, stove, oven, and microwave.
Once the groceries were put away she walked in the living room and looked out the window at the falling rain. Looking down on the city below her, Miss. Honda crossed her arms and leaned on the window sill and rested her head on the glass. She liked the neighbor hood, the only problem being the people living in it. It wouldn't have a big effect on her, but the problem was that it was affecting the younger children.
The apartment building wasn't a bad little place to call home; it was the lousy bastard land lord that gave the apartment its bad reputation for renting to scumbags of the earth that would pay in drugs or stolen merchandise than money. People have mistaken Miss. Honda for being part of the 'scumbags' or a 'hoodlum', but then realize that she was the exact opposite. She never really cared about what people had thought about her, they were just opinions, no one really knew her.
Miss. Honda pushed herself away from the window and moved her position to the futon and leaned on the back of it and crossed her arms and legs, and gazed at the blank television screen. She listened to the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting against the window, not really in deep thought just gazing at the invisible spot on the screen.
The young girl sitting on the futon staring off into space is Miss. Pandora Honda. She may have the face of a fifteen year old naïve girl, she thought like a sixty year old woman who has had all the experience she needs to live through life; but actually she was eighteen. Her parents were dead; father died in a car accident when she was ten and mother drank her self to her death when she was thirteen. She was a senior at Washuna High school and was in mostly all honor classes and making decent grades. Washuna High was one of the most elite schools in Midgar, and everyone was trying to get into the school in hopes of getting into a good college and then get a good job. The only problem was that the elite schools had a tuition that you had to pay to when you got in and attend the school, so she got a job.
Pandora worked at a cute little café called Penguin Play, those kinds of cafés where the waitresses wear the light blue dress that reaches a little above the knee with a white apron. She liked working there; she got to know a lot of people, learned a few things that she would have to wait to learn in school a few weeks later, and got help on her homework when she got stuck. Working at the café helped her pay the two thousand five hundred dollar tuition per semester for going to Washuna High, with the pay plus tips. She managed to save the money every year, sometime having to get a loan from the bank.
Pandora blinked and looked down at her watch and noticed that it was running close to midnight and stood to her feet. She stretched her back a little and walked a round a bit to wake her sleepy legs and walked down the hall to her bed room. She changed into a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and a purple-blue tank top and walked back out to the kitchen and glanced through the cupboards. Pandora decided on eating cereal for dinner, and took out all the ingredients and utensils she needed: cornflakes, milk, bowl and a spoon. As she made her dinner/breakfast, she remembered what had happened earlier that day when she bumped into that turk and frowned. She didn't know why she was getting second thoughts about talking back to that impractical man. He always smelt like stale beer and something else that she didn't know but knew that it was probably something disgusting and immoral.
She shook her head to rid the thought of Reno and his extracurricular activities and walked back into the living room and sat down on the floor. Placing the cereal next to her, dragging her schoolbag to her other side; she began her pre-calculus homework.