Hope
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Hey guys! I just want to say that I decided to write this fanfiction in honor for Leen, my exchange student who just left. I had a lot of really good times with her so now I'm going to try and write a fic about Hinata and her becoming a foreign exchange student. Well, I hope you like it!
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Prelude
"Come on Hinata, all you have to do is slam the door open, walk up to him and make sure you size him up. Then in a loud clear voice, declare that you want to sign up for the foreign exchange program. He will look you in the eyes and nod his head once while saying, 'I think that's a wonderful idea Hinata. Go ahead and sign up.' That's all to it," I mutter to myself. Taking a deep breath, I began with my plan. I walk up to the door, ready to slam it open. My hand reaches up towards the big wooden door, and last second, I chicken out and knock gently instead. "Stupid! You are suppose to slam the door open! Not 'gently' knock!" I think to myself.
"Come in," he said in a demanding voice from behind the door. Taking a deep breath, I feel my hands shake slightly. "Come on! You can do it!" I encourage to myself. As my hand holds the cold golden doorknob, I turn it to the left and push the door lightly forward. I crane my neck slightly to see my father sitting behind his desk. He is wearing black dress pants and a dark green button up long sleeve shirt. I notice how he was making no movement what so ever besides the flicker of his wrist as he writes on one of the many papers on his big black desk.
I slowly walk in, closing the door softly behind me to not disturb him. Not wanting to look at him, I look around the room. There are bookshelves on two walls facing vertically from each other, all the books neatly put in place. The ceiling and walls are both a dull white color. Behind my father, there is a large window with its white shades closed. "What do you want?" my father asks all of a sudden. I flinch at how harsh the words sound. "Okay! Now try to size him up, then speak loud and clear and tell him what I want!" If only it is as easy as the voice inside my head said it would be. "Um, I was ah wondering if um I could um take part in the um foreign exchange program?" I mumble. "I'm hopeless…" I think sadly to myself.
"If you are only here to stand there and mumble on about something, I would like you to leave. I have a lot of paper work to do," my father stated. I take a deep breath, and then announce quickly, "With your permission, I would like to take part in the foreign exchange program." Not being able to bare to look in his eyes, I stare at the gray carpet.
"Hinata, why should I agree to let you become a foreign exchange student?" he then asks. I dare to look him in the eyes. As always, his face was serious. Gulping, I answer, "Because…because I think that going to a different country will be a good experience for me. I would be able to understand the life style of another person. Also, it would improve my communication skills greatly. Not only that, but I could learn about how other businesses, besides my family's, work."
There was a long silence. The whole time I was temped to look down at the floor, but I resisted that urge. I still am. Then my father nod his head once, and concluded, "Very well, you may become come a foreign exchange student, only on one condition." I think my heart stopped at that moment. But my father continued on, "That you go to America. How long do you want to live there?" My heart came back to life then. "I was um thinking probably a year," I said uncertain. "A year it is then. You will get the paper work done and I will pay for it all. Dismissed," he ordered.
I bow then walk out of the room with a smile on my face. I was finally going to become a foreign exchange student.
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I know it's short, but hey it's the prelude. R&R to tell me what you think about it and no flames please.
