Chapter 1: Forgetting something?
OK, first fanfiction you have read by the great Arashii. I would like to thank fellow writer Tolea for allowing me to use her charachter, and listening to my ramblings:P and I would also like to thank Dragonelf 8 for allowing me to have a little anecdote to her story, and for writing something that made me want to write fanfiction! Please R&R!
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Ah, the first day of summer. Somethin symbolic in that. To me, it means freedom. Freedom from the endlessly boring torture known by one word: school. I strode forward along the Los Angeles sidewalk, my black hair that hung down to my chin swaying in the summer breeze. I had a black t-shirt on that said God bless the bikini, and black pants, with black skate shoes.
I hummed a tune from final fantasy, and thought about my life. I was tired of having to hide in back alleys and bathrooms because of the fact that my fanclub was stalking me again. I was tired of not being able to play my final fantasy games just because some idiot was calling me on a dare. But most of all, I was tired.
"ARASHII!!"
I trudged along, barely noticing that my name was being called until my freind was right next to me. I looked at my freind Coe. He was a half head shorter than me, with dirty blonde hair, glasses, a blue t-shirt and jeans, other than that pretty ordinary, which is why he was my freind. We walked along together, talking about what our goals and plans were for the summer.
After a while, I got the strange feeling that I was forgeting something. I couldn't quite place my finger on it though. It nagged at my thoughts. Until finally it came to me quite suddenly.
"ARASHII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A feminine voice called after me. Was it an angry teacher? A love struck fan girl? Someone I had insulted badly? No, it was none of these things. It was worse than all of them.
"Oh, hey Tolea!" called Coe, blushing madly.
It was my sister.