Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Junjou Romantica!
Hey everyone, this is my first story and I don't know how I'll do. This idea just popped into my head and I decided to write it. I don't really know how long it will be or where I'm going with it but just bear with me here. It is after all my first story. This first chapter is going to be short because I'm still trying to gather my thoughts on this story but I just want to get this idea out there. Please excuse any spelling mistakes; I will try to fix them. Now on with the story.
Chapter 1: New Student
"Listen up everyone; we will be having a new student from America joining us. I don't care how many questions you have for her, I better not catch you talking in my class!" Kamijo-san said at the start of class.
The whole class started talking amongst themselves about this new student.
"Hey what did I just say about talking!" Kamijo-san said as he through things a certain students.
In the middle of this commotion a girl walked into the classroom and people got quiet.
"Sorry I'm late Mr. Kamijo. The principal wanted to see me before class," the girl said with an American accent.
"That's fine just don't make a habit of it."
"I won't, thank you," she said and headed for a seat in the middle of the room.
Everyone stared at her as she walked to her seat. She was very pretty. She had long, dark black hair that almost reached her butt and dark brown eyes. She took a seat right in front of Misaki.
"Hey, that's the girl I bumped into this morning," MIsaki thought as he stared at the girl recalling that morning. He was running late thanks to one of Usagi-san's attacks and was rushing to class. On his way there he bumped into a girl who seemed lost and caused her to drop her papers.
"I'm sorry," Misaki said sincerely as he helped her pick up her papers.
"No it's my fault," she said retrieving the papers from him, "do you know where the principal's office is?" Misaki looked up at her and was taken aback when he looked into her eyes. They looked dull and filled with sadness, but yet they had a deepness to them in which you could get lost in if you starred at them to long. "Yeah, you go down this hallway and make a left. It will be the last door to the right."
"Thank you," she said and made her way down the hall.
Misaki stood there for a moment wondering who she was. She didn't look familiar and her Japanese was a bit rough. Then he realized he was going to be late to class and started rushing down the hall once again. Little did he know that this girl was going to be a big part of his life.
Thank you to all of those who read this first chapter. I promise the others will be longer. Please review! Criticism is welcomed, but don't be too harsh. This is my first attempt to write a story. Tell me if you think I should continue writing this (I will either way.) I will try to update every week maybe even twice a week, but no promises.
Thanx:)