The new girl
Cherry Franklin walked through the unfamiliar streets of Domino. She had moved into the country of Japan a week ago from Wales, and had only just finished unpacking and had decided to go exploring, check out the local scenes. She saw an arcade up ahead, she rushed inside and raced towards the nearest machine, she inserted her money and began shooting the bad guys. She was so engrossed in her game that she didn't notice someone come up behind her to watch the game.
She finished her game with a score of about ten million. She laughed to herself in glee. "Wow, that was great!" Cherry jumped and spun round. Some weird guy with a big black spike growing out of his head was looming over her like a dark shadow. Cherry was getting ready to kick him in the balls until a smile spread across his face witch somewhat softened his appearance. He laughed and said, 'Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya."
"Hmph," She replied, "I wasn't scared."
He laughed again and extended his hand. "My mane's Tristan Taylor. I don't think I've seen you around before." Cherry was still unsure about this guy but took his hand anyway and shook it.
'No, I've only just moved here a week ago from Wales.'
"Wales? Where's that?"
"It's a country in the UK, right next to England."
"England huh?" She nodded, "I have a friend from England. Ryou Bakura's his name."
"Hm, pretty unusual name for someone who comes from England."
'I wouldn't know, I've never been there. So what's your name? Got a school sorted out yet?"
'My name's Cherry Franklin and yeah, I'm starting Domino High School in two days."
"Way cool! That's like, the same school I go to."
"No way!"
"Way! So, do you wanna hang out for with me for a while."
"Yeah sure. Let's go on the dance machine."
"I'm not too good at dancing."
"Which gives me even more of a chance at beating you."
Cherry and Tristan played at the arcade for a few more hours until the orange beams of the evening sun were leaking through the windows. Cherry let out a light sigh as she shielded her eyes against it.
"What's the matter?" Tristan asked.
"I best be getting home." Cherry replied, "Clean up and stuff."
"That's a shame. Hey, d'you want a lift home?"
"You can drive?"
"Yeah, a motorbike."
"Wow. Yeah, I'd love a ride home, thanks Tristan!" The two walked outside and Tristan sat aboard his bike.
"Wow, your bike is so pimp!" Cherry exclaimed. Tristan laughed as he clipped his helmet in place.
"I imagine that's a good thing." Then he handed her a helmet. "Here, you'll be needing this."
"Thanks." She said as she shoved it onto her head and climbed aboard the bike behind Tristan.
"Hold on tight." He said as he revved the bikes engine. Cherry clamped her hands around Tristan's waist and the two sped off down the street.
Within minutes the two arrived just outside Cherry's house. She jumped off the back of the bike and handed back Tristan's helmet.
"Here you are Cherry. Home, safe and sound.'
"Thanks Tristan." She replied.
"Well I had fun today. We should hang out again some time."
"Totally. Look, why don't you take my number and call me tomorrow?"
"Score!" Tristan joked as Cherry scribbled a number on the back of his hand. "Thanks Cherry. Well, if I don't see you tomorrow, I'll see you at school."
"Yep, see you then." Cherry gave Tristan a friendly hug and waited as he started engine of his motorbike.
"See ya Cherry!" He shouted as he raced down the road.
"Bye!" Yelled Cherry as she waved after him. She waited and watched Tristan's silhouette disappear in the evening haze, then turned to open the door to her small, shabby house.
She flicked on the lights as she closed the door behind her, then stretched her arms and walked into the living room. She took a small, golden box from the mantle piece and slumped into the old, tattered sofa.
"Right." She said to herself, "Let's see if I can finally put this thing together." The brown haired girl opened the lid and started fumbling with the golden bricks inside.