Me: Don't worry, this new story won't prevent updates of Falling Chrysanthemum, I just wanted write this story as I have had this idea for a while.
Disclaimer: I own none of the music used in this story, nor do I own Naruto. Credit for them goes to their respectable creators. I do however own Pippa.
Some people have perfection in life, they go to the best schools and eat the nicest food and their clothes are to die for-they are the lucky ones. Then there's people like yours truly-we have to work hard to get anywhere, buy our clothes from the supermarkets and go to whichever school has the most places open. Ah, the social divide, it has tormented me for fifteen long years and now my parents have to go and make it worse!
You see, my dad went and got a job in Japan. Sure it will benefit him and mum, and probably me overall but that isn't the point. Anyway, I have no idea how the school system works there, the language is alien and don't even get me started on their writing. I am from Britain and there is anything that I have learned it is that us British people may be good at making queues but that isn't going to help me now, nope.
Don't get me wrong, I have met some of the smartest and the most charismatic people that I will will most definitely ever meet, but sadly I can't bring them with me. Well, that isn't to say I didn't try to hide my best friend in a suit-case. It seems however humans are too big to fit in a school case especially humans like Heather who insist on trying to fit all her books in with her. It clearly didn't work so I had to settle with bringing my little Yorkshire terrier, Ragdoll, who has such an attitude. One would think that my behavior rubs off on her, in my case that one would be wrong, very wrong. Since I got my mischievous puppy I haven't been the same, and no I don't mean the fact that I now get less sleep due to her snoring.
Wow, I get distracted, back to my problem. I wouldn't have a problem with going to Japan if I knew how to say more than "You're a frozen fish head, idiot!" in the foreign speech. Hm, I guess I'll be the foreigner now, I'll have to represent my country's great love for fish and chips! More importantly I should get studying so as to not insult someone I really need to keep from hating me-say the school bullies?
When I started at my last school I 'accidentally' spilled tomato juice all over one of the meanest kids at school. Now, when I say "accidentally" I mean I purposely added mud, worms and rotten cabbage to a bowl of tomato puree before throwing it over her in my cooking class. Don't ask me how I got the above into the schools kitchen because to be quite frank, I have no idea. So now I'll shut the duck up and get back to my book...or will I?
Dun, dun, dun...
"I spy with my little eye something beginning with c ." I heard a chirpy voice in my ear, fudge, I forgot my angelic and quiet little brother was sitting next to me, note the sarcasm. I knew I had forgotten about someone, the little demon is called Daniel, though I call him Danielle when I get peaded with him.
"Um, cloud?" I asked hopefully, whilst praying he'd zip it if I was right and rolling my eyes at the same time.
"How'd you know?"
"Dan, we are in an aeroplane, the only thing I can see are clouds."
"Oh.."
Yes oh, as in oh joy-it's dinner time and I detest plane food.
Brushing dull red hair from my eyes I handed my food to Dan and pulled a sketch-book from my brown bag. Paint stains splattered the first page and my name was written sharpie at the center of the page "Pippa Edwards".
My name is just that and this is my story, fasten your seat-belts because real life adventures are always the bumpiest.
Remember, don't believe everything you read....because perfection cannot be defined...