Transformation
Prologue
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I am lucky to be rich.
While people in Africa are dying of starvation, live in dirty straw houses, and wear rags as clothes, I have all the food I can eat, I live in a mansion, and my drawers are mainly filled with Abercrombie and Hollister. I feel guilty when I watch those depressing documentaries in history class. I even found myself dropping ten dollars into a donation box afterschool.
I am also lucky to have two best friends - Sandy and Pashmina. I have known Pashmina for the longest time. She is the kindest person I have ever met and is gorgeous. She has wavy goldenrod hair that streams in a thick wave down her back. She also ties a fashionable pink scarf around her neck, rain or shine. I was Sandy's friend since fourth grade when we met outside of the classroom. She's kind of a tomboy - halfway in between. She has short blonde hair with brown bangs, and the hair curls down to her neck. She can be shy around guys she likes, and she is extremely smart and funny. I love them.
Me? My name is Bijou. Well...I have naturally white hair (I was just born like that) that is like Sandy's, since most of it's always tied up in two separate tails with my favorite blue ribbons. I have light green eyes, and my body is pretty slim. I do care for clothes a lot, so I choose carefully in the morning, I'm an average height - 5'4 so far. I just entered 10th grade a few weeks ago at my local high school. Luckily, I didn't have to go to a private school.
My life is average. Eat breakfast, go to school, hang out, learn, eat lunch, walk home, eat dinner, do homework.
But all that changed that one morning...
I remember that I had chosen a green shirt with baggy brown pants. I had just clipped on my belt when my mother told me on my intercom to hurry down. So after sprinting down, swallowing some cereal, and feeding my mom's puppy, Princess, I headed out.
Then I met Hamtaro.
He was standing at outside my gates, looking at the streets. He was wearing baggy pants with hints of dirt on them and a large orange tee. His hair was remarkable - exactly half of it was white, and the other half a dark orange. I stared for a while, and then I headed down to say hello.
He glanced at me when I came next to him. I cleared my throat. "Hello."
"Hi." His voice was a bit like a girl's. It was cute.
"What're you waiting for?" I asked cautiously. He looked at me, but this time, didn't look away.
"I'm going to a new school, since I had to move over. I'm waiting for the bus."
"What grade are you in?"
"10th." He seemed a bit more relaxed. I was getting excited, now.
"10th? What school?"
"Um..." he seemed mildly surprised at my outburst. "I think..." he took out a crumpled schedule. "Aoume High school?"
"Oh my god! That's where I go!" I suddenly tugged his arm, as if he were my friend. "I'm going to go there, now! Come with me, the bus's not going to come this early."
"Oh...okay," I noticed his face was tinged slightly with a light shade of pink. So we headed off to our left, with the boy I would make sure had a friend.
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Author's Note: Aoume translates to "green pear", I suppose. (;