A/N: Read the author's note at the bottom. There's another story there while I was writing it :D
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Title: The One thing I love about Tokyo
By: AYUMU10
08/08/09
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I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT TOKYO, that's a fact. I hate the air; you can't even call it 'air'. I mean, who, in their sane mind can stand smelling 'that crap' for a lifetime when there's better? Two words, Tokyo people. I hate how noisy everything around me is; I can't even sleep for weeks, how could they stand that? Aren't they worried that they might damage people's eardrums? Oh, right. They're already deaf to begin with. I hate my new school, every girl's a slut; except for the Goths, the nerds and the freaks that is. At least they belong to a group, unlike me, an outcast. I hate that I'm the new girl, a different specie, the freak.
My first day turned out to be all wrong. When I arrived at the room, every chair seems to be taken except at the back of a fart boy and the last row, good thing someone warned me about the fart boy so I ended up sitting at the last row. Oh, and before I forgot, I nearly got a black mark on my face by mistaking a student as my teacher and I bumped my 'real teacher' hard that her latte and Krispy Kreme doughnuts (one of my favorite doughnuts) fell on her shirt, soaking her. She said it was okay when I apologized, she was also the nicest person I've met all day long.
My second day was better. I got friends with a gothic blackmailer, Hotaru Imai and Kokoroyomi (A/N: PS. I forgot his last name) who's like a psychic mind reader. I asked him if he can read minds, he said he can't, I was just easy to read. I'm not that easy to read am I? I remembered clearly that they were the one who warned me about the fart boy, or mostly Koko –my shortcut for his name, which is soo long.
My third day was worse yet nice in a way. I know, weird. Worse, because I met Luna and her bitchy cronies. Nice because –you'll have to read everything. Unfortunately, someone already got on her nerves by spilling a can of Cola on her newly released Dolce and Gabbana sequined top. They, in return, spilled their low fat lattes on the girl which name starts with m and ends with e. In short, me. Koko and Hotaru were absent today; I heard they got infected by the new flu. I saw a hand extended in front of me, I looked up in response, I saw dull, lifeless, crimson red orbs staring back at me, coaxing me to stand. I stood up and felt my feet go wobbly but nevertheless, kept my balance and let him drag me. I opened my eyes and saw that we were in front of a fountain. He got his handkerchief, dipped it in the water and started to clean my face. The moment his fingers touched me, I felt fireworks erupting and butterflies flying inside my stomache. I immediately knew that at that moment, he was the one thing I love about the Tokyo, the one thing I would miss in Tokyo.
Natsume Hyuuga was the one thing I love about Tokyo.
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Fin
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The funny thing when I was writing this story on my notebook (since I'm not allowed to use the pc) is that when I showed it to my classmates. They were like, "wth! You've already been to Tokyo?" without even finishing the whole story. And I was like, "No, silly! –laughs—try reading the whole story". Haha. Idiots!