A/N at the end :))

I suppose you could say, bad luck follows me? Well, it is quite literally following me now. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears loudly. I sharply turned a corner. The sweat was dripping off me, my lungs aching, and tears burning at my eyes. I do not think I have ever ran faster in my whole life. It would all be over so quickly if they caught me now, everything I had worked for would have been a waste of time. I pushed on harder. There had to be somewhere I could stop to catch my breath? They were running faster and faster. The lack of water, and ability to breathe were making me light headed. I turned an unexpected corner suddenly, and they carried on by, still searching the corridors of my school. I slumped against a wall and tried my hardest to catch my breath, while still on the lookout for the men in dark suits. The men that always try to capture me. The men from my fathers company. Easter. I suppose you will want to know my name? Amu Hinamori. The cursed kid is what they call me.

I guess you want to know what the heck is going on here right? Well, it's a long story. When I was about 12, my Mother, she passed away. Yeah, life's a bitch. I can still remember the day I came home from school to my Father crying and my little sister asking where Mommy was and when she was coming home. Except she never came back. I was too shocked initially to even cry. The few days following I was in a daze. I wasn't eating or sleeping. Just wandering aimlessly around the house. Without my Mother, money was scarce around the house, we barely had enough for food and clothes, let alone enough to pay the bills. So we were kicked out.

After spending a year living with my Grandma, my Father found a job. He was working at the Easter Music Company. He was the errand boy to all the executives and bosses, but after the company was sort of "ditched" my father took over. My sister and I had to move into our brand new house, it was too large for just the three of us, but I guess my Father wanted to show off his wealth or something. He soon found his second wife, who is a complete bitch, I don't understand what he sees in her. She just uses him for his money.

I always felt like the outcast. Like I didn't fit in with them, or how they lived. They have this perfect little lifestyle and family, and I just didn't belong. It made me feel so alone. They always went out on day trips, and never bothered to ask me if I was interested in going. I mean, I wouldn't have gone, but it's still nice to be asked. The house was adorned with pictures of the three of them. It was a living nightmare. I may look tough on the outside but there was only so much I could take.

So I ran away...

I was 14 when I first left. I knew when Dad first bought that bitch home, I was going to end up leaving. I had saved up money for two years, and when I knew I had enough, I left. It was about one in the morning, and I stepped onto my balcony and jumped. It wasn't a large drop, and of course the alarms sounded but I was long gone by the time my Father realised I had left. I ran for 20 minutes solid I think. I collapsed in an alleyway, sobbing my heart out. I shouldn't have had to leave. My family should've cared how I did at school, asked about friends, what was happening in my life. They didn't care though. I sometimes wonder if I'd done one thing differently, if I would still be at home now, with my Mother, Father and Ami. That life is long gone though...

Well know you know, eh? Since then, my Father's been trying to track me down. I don't see the point. If I wanted to be found, I'd turn myself in. I'd just settled down here too, looks like I'll be on another train tonight. I stayed sat in the alley for another hour at least, to make sure they had left the building. They probably think I'm on my way home now, they'll be waiting there for me. I left the school, and put my black sweater on, pulling the hood up over my pink hair. I walked quickly and silently through all the back alleys, and arrived at the bus station at about 10 p.m. I'd missed the bus by about three minutes and was going to have to wait another 50 minutes. I slumped against the bus shelter and hugged my stomach while looking at the ground. I shouldn't be doing this now. I should be lying snuggled up in bed, waiting for school the next morning. You don't know how much people take these things for granted. I'd give anything to have that right now.

I was so busy thinking about where I should have been at that moment, that I didn't hear someone sit down next to me.

"Aren't you a bit young to be sat here at this time?" said a deep voice.

I froze. He could be one of the Easter employees.

"E-erm. Yeah I suppose." I stuttered, trying to disguise my voice and cover up the fear.

He laughed. "I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you're thinking."

I looked up slowly, and met a pair of cobalt blue eyes. I jumped back, and blushed furiously, he started laughing at my stupidity. I moved three seats away from him, folding my arms and pouting in annoyance. He cleared his throat and I turned to face him.

Only my heart kind of stopped as soon as I saw him. He was... breath taking. I turned my head and continued to stare at my lap, savouring the image of him. I could not believe someone as gorgeous as him would even have the time of day to talk to me. His hair was a beautiful dark blue colour, framing his face gently in the cold harsh winter weather. His black shirt, and black jeans suited him perfectly, and the violin case slung over his should added an air of mystery to this beautiful person. I can't be too weak though, I can't trust a soul nowadays.

"What're you thinking?" he said, whispering right in my ear. I knew my cheeks were glowing crimson.

"N-Nothing."

"You don't sound too sure about that." he said smirking at me. How irritating.

"Shut up." I hissed. My bus would be here in a second. I picked up my rucksack, slung it over my shoulders and stood by the road, looking out for it. I shivered in the cold. My school skirt completely exposed my legs. I guess I chose a bad day not to wear my over the knee socks or tights. I shuddered whilst staring at the floor. He stepped forward and leant against the lamp post I was stood next too. My bus slowly approached.

"What's your name by the way?" he asked.

"Amu Hinamori. Y-You?"

The bus approached and I stepped on to it, slowly. I gave the driver my money and waited for the ticket to be given.

"Oh so, you're the kid who's been giving Easter so much trouble?" he smirked.

I twirled round quickly, my eyes wide open. He looked at me, a smile playing at his lips. My expression must have been a picture. The doors of the bus shut and we drove away. I took my seat. My legs shaking. I hugged my knees to my chest. What just happened?

Aaaah, hello guys! This is my first fanfic in a while. I've written them before, but this has been the first one I've written in about a year and a half? :') okaay, constructive comments please? :3 I know it's a bit rubbish, but I tried my best :) xx