Memories
By: HeavenlydemonxXxo
I don't own Fruits Basket.
Day 1
The sun was shining bright. The light was stinging my eyes. Stretching my arms, I yawned. I touched the wooden floor. It was quite warm. I had that same dream again. Well not exactly the same dream, but it had the same person in it. I didn't recognize who it was, but whenever I dreamt them I had this weird fuzzy feeling. Pouring the coffee into the cup, I looked out the window. It was a snowing blizzard. Man, it's gonna be hell to get through that. I took a sip of coffee. Coffee is so overrated. It burned my tongue. No wonder they say coffee will wake you up. I ran to the sink to try and get the burnt feeling off. I slapped myself. Note to self: Don't ever drink coffee again. I knew I wasn't going to keep that note. Probably gonna mentally tear it up and just drink it again tomorrow and go through the same thing. That's human nature for ya.
I trudged through the snow. The wind bit my face. The snowflakes lashed at me. I wouldn't be surprised if someone found a bloody body of mine on the ground shivering. Groaning and mumbling, I dragged my feet up the stairs and sighed. I finally made it. Opening the door, I was hoping that I'd get a blast of warm air. But that's never gonna happen either. It was just as cold. I could see snowy shoe prints on the hallway floor. I climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor. Walking to my cubby hole, I caught a glimpse of orange hair. American. So American. Or another gangster. Either way, I'm going to try and avoid him. I shivered. I could see my breathe from the heat waves thingys it made. I don't know what they're called. I need to pay attention in science and stuff. I put up my shoes. My feet were tingling. My sneakers were getting old. My damn feet were dead now. I felt it warming up to the cold floor. They sting like crap.
I put up my bag and put on the school shoes. I looked up at the class sign. 3-4. What a creative name. I walked into the classroom now. Looking at the board, I groaned. Homework. Seriously. I live alone, have 3 part time jobs. And they still expect me to do homework. Sitting down, I banged my head on the desk. I was so screwed. Closing my eyes tightly, I imagined up some excuse. Should I tell the truth or lie? A flash of orange color went through my eyes. Opening them back up again, I saw the orange haired kid. His seat was in front of me. People gathered around him. New kid paparazzi. Hoo-rah.
It's really pathetic. At least that's what I kept thinking to myself. I still had this urge to meet him. If he was from America then he probably knew all that cool stuff. And English. Maybe he could be my tutor. And he wasn't that bad looking. Wouldn't mind dating him. I buried my head in my arms. I imagined weird things, like our first date. How should I greet him. What should I say to him. How do I get his attention.
I'm such an idiot.
I wanted to go to sleep again, but it was frickin cold here. The heater started rumbling. I could feel some of the warmth.
I don't want to forget him.
I bounced up and snorted. Everyone turned and stared at me. I rubbed my head. I must've been asleep. Wait a minute. Everyone turned except the guy in front of me. The orange head guy. Teach was walking down the aisle. She had the "stick". I dunno why I did it. I dunno what gave me the motive to do it. I just ... did it. Yeah. Getting up from my chair, I started running. This wasn't the usual me. I could hear the teacher screaming my name.
"KUMIKO! KUMIKO!"
I skidded at the corner and ran down the stairs. I heard another running pair of footsteps. She must've sent someone after me. Damn. I kept running. Maybe I should never come back to the school. Maybe I should've never ran. I'm more for the I should never come back again idea. It's not like I had any friends there. They're all scared of me.
Someone ran past me. I stopped. What the hell man. I started walking. The person that ran past me had orange hair. He was already out the door, so he couldn't have been after me. Looking down, I realized that these stupid school shoes wouldn't make it out in the real world. I took them off. My feet were freezing again. I put them back on. I ran outside, only to slip on the steps. I landed on my face. I slowly got back up. My lips were trembling. I felt a warm thingy trickling down my face. I covered the scratch with my hand and went running again.
I saw orange head climbing a fence and jumping off.
So now what. It was only 12 o clock. I had the rest of the day. Until my job time. A car drove slowly past me. Smokin a cig. He stopped. He was getting out. I didn't know what to do. I mean, was he some stalker. Rapist? Molester? I raised my arm in defense.
"You need a bandaid?" He called to me.
"Yea." I still didn't trust him. But might as well get the bandaid while I can.
"Do you need a ride home?"
I eyed him suspiciously.
"If you don't, I'll just go."
My feet were frozen now. My skin was dead.
"Wait. Yea, I need a ride home."
I got in the car. So warm. I put my hands on the AC. Oh the hotness. I smiled at him. I mentally hit myself. Don't encourage him!
"So, where do you live?"
"Just down that street and turn right. See those apartments? There."
Long silence.
"So what's your name?"
Another long silence.
Didn't know if I should tell him or not. I decided to tell him. It's not like he REALLY was a rapist or molester.
"Kumiko."
The car stopped suddenly. I fell forward.