A Year Left To Live
Prologue
It was clear just like yesterday. I remembered it like it was glued to my mind. It was March 24, a very bright and sunny day for our graduation from Middle school. I had one particular thought that day: confessing my love to the heart throb of our school.
Name: Natsume Igarashi Hyuuga
Age: 15
Height: 5'8
Hair: Messy Raven Black
Eyes: Crimson Red
He was exactly the very opposite of me. He was a jock, I was a nerd. He's popular, while I am an outcast. He's fit, I am fat. Everyone idolizes him; they step on and bully me. But that did not stop me from confessing. After all, we have one thing in common and that is we are both freaking rich.
I approached him and his friends with fan girls surrounding them. At first he did not noticed me but one of his friends nudged him, making him look at me irritatingly. I blushed. Even if it is an irritating look he gave me, he still looks handsome. I finally decided, it is now or never.
"Natsume-kun! I- I love you!" I waited for a reply. The crowd is now watching us and they were all quiet. The silence is deafening my ears for some reason.
"Shut up. I am not interested on nerds." The long awaited reply of his came.
The awful words he emotionlessly replied when I confessed to him with all my heart. The laughing faces of his friends while teasing Natsume about me. The bitchy smiles and glares his fan club gave me. All of them were etched on the back of my mind. His stoic and statue-like face , his very intimidating crimson eyes. Embarrassed like hell, I quickly apologized before running away from the laughing crowd. It hurts a lot. To know that the one you admired for many years turns out to be a prince charming in an aluminum foil.
While going home, I saw some students pointing rudely at me. They must have already heard about the confession. Great way to go stupid, I thought. I am the last hot topic on the graduation day. After the freaking long walk back home, I reached it. It was a Greek style house, painted in white and gold. At the center of this mansion is the fountain of the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite. Why am I not beautiful as her? I snapped out of my day dream and went inside.
Entering the house, I saw maids and butlers bow down to me and after that, prancing and running while carrying boxes and bags. I stopped one of the maids and asked what the commotion all about. She answered that we are moving to France. FRANCE!
Good thing we are moving because I cannot humiliate myself further. Now looking at the moving scenery inside the limo, I vowed to myself that I, Mikan Afrielle de Azumi Yukihira will not go back here at Japan unless I am beautiful and that people with the same age as me would respect me. I vow. I smiled, because when a Yukihira vows, there is no way it would break.
Author's Note:
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