Disclaimer: CCS is not mine so stop asking me pointless questions! I don't have money!
Key:
Umm...check the chapter before...hopefully there's one.
NOTE: Since arctic-chan is really lazy and such, she didn't even bother to look up some of the clothing and music that people wore and listened to in the 1940s so umm...this fic is definitely a FICTION...don't consider anything very accurate...until like umm...the end or somewhere close to there.
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Chapter 2: First Day of School
An auburn-haired gal took a deep breath before entering the university. She walked hesitantly to the office and introduced herself, "Hi, I am the next student, Kinomoto Sakura."
The Chinese lady stared at the new student briefly, noting that she was a Japanese transfer student. Happily, Sakura beamed a thousand watts smile to the secretary, but instead of making her smiled like the way she had always done with people, the secretary hastily looked down, only fears were shown in her eyes. She swiftly typed a few codes and printed out the class schedule for Sakura mumbling under her breath, "Here is your schedule."
"Oh, thanks!" Sakura grabbed the schedule and halted before exiting the office. "But wait! How do I know where to go?"
The secretary sighed and gestured to the school maps lying on the counter, "Take one."
Frowning, Sakura examined her classrooms against the map only to find most of her classes were scattered all across the campus. She groaned inwardly, *Oh gosh! I should have brought my roller blades!*
Suddenly, Sakura spun around to check the time and then double-checked her first period. She screamed, "MY GOSH! I'M LATE!"
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The bell rang as the students filed silently into the class. Several chatters were given the evil glare before the stern professor look over her notice. She cleared her throat loudly signifying an end to all conversations. Looking over the whole class, she located the new student, she smiled slightly, "Today, we have a transferred student, well, actually two but I rather think that's a mistake."
Excited chatters broke out in the class again as the professor burrowed her eyebrow. Speaking in a squeaky voice, she marked almost half of the students, "All talking must stop unless all of you want to lose an extra ten percent of your grade."
No one dared to even breathe; all motion had stopped. Smiling approvingly, the professor tucked a wisp of brown hair asides and called the new student, "Please step up to the front, Daidouji Tomoyo."
Gasps were heard around the room as the Chinese students who had forgotten about their teacher's warning began to clamor about the Japanese student. Their eyes now showed apprehension.
"Good morning, everyone," the dark-hair girl bowed and beamed at her fellow classmate politely as if she hadn't heard the sharp breathing a second ago. Continuing, Tomoyo spoke in Cantonese with a slight accent, "I'm Tomoyo and I am eagerly looking forward in spending a year with you. Thanks!"
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Outside the hallway, a young brown-haired lad swung by with his hands in his baggy pants moving to the beat of his CD. He turned into another branch of the building while bobbing his head up and down.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" an feminine scream was heard as two bodies crashed in the middle of the hallway.
The auburn-haired student frantically gathered all of her books and disappeared into the end of the hallway, "GOMEN NASAI!"
Grunting, the chestnut-haired college student stood up and groaned as his CD player laid broken on the ground, his favorite CD broken into two halves. Glaring at the direction where the girl ran off, he gritted his teeth, "You'll pay, you Japanese wench!"
**********
"WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
Just when Tomoyo was about to take a seat and let the professor continued her lesson, a chestnut-haired girl dashed into the classroom knocking Tomoyo to the ground.
"AH!" the petite raven-haired girl gasped as her body smashed against the floor.
On top of Tomoyo, the intruder scrambled to her feet and kept bowing and apologizing in Japanese, "Gomen nasai! Gomen ne!"
Besides her, Tomoyo helped herself to her feet and let out a thread of bell-like giggles.
The intruding girl realized her mistake and blushed sheepishly to the whole class and apologized again in Cantonese, "I'm sorry, my friends and teacher, I'm the new transfer student, Kinomoto Sakura."
Sharp taking of breath was heard as the students exchanged their glances gesturing toward the two Japanese girls.
"What do you think they are doing here?"
"Dunno, probably for some purposes."
"You don't think...that they are taking over here, right?"
Whispers of fears and hostile were spread, even to the new students. The two girls looked at each other sympathetically, knowing the year would be tough for them.
Gingerly, Tomoyo held out her hand, "I'm Daidouji Tomoyo."
"Well, you know me," Sakura scratched her head, "I'm Kinomoto Sakura."
"Nice to meet you," a handshake was formed and the two newly formed friends sat together for the rest of the class.
**********
An eighteen-year-old pushed up his wire-rimmed glasses nervously as he guarded the college. His mind filled with the Asian girl he saw yesterday, *Maybe I'll get to see her again.*
**********
"Here you go, miss," a sale clerk handed the bag to the auburn-haired girl. Although his people resented the Japanese, he couldn't resist smiling at the young girl. *After all, she's just a kid.*
Sakura beamed while taking out the roller blades in her bag, "Thanks, mister. But I don't think I'll need this after all."
"No problem!" the shopkeeper shrugged and disposed of the bag. "Enjoy your afternoon!"
"Alright!" Sakura waved and skated out with her new blades.
She turned into a corner sharply while another college student exited the door. With fears in her eyes knowing she wouldn't be able to stop the gear in time, Sakura yelled, "WATCH OUT!!!!!!"
**********
Tomoyo wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and murmured, "It's way too hot here."
She made her way slowly across the plaza when she suddenly felt dizziness overcame her. Wobbling a little, Tomoyo finally gave up.
THUD!
The guard turned his head, his eyes widened in shock as he recognized the girl, *It's her!*
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Yep, sorry, that's all...and I know it's not very good...sorry but it's hard to think of anything right now although I promise to get all the stuff all organized. So just a note if this is the first time you've been exposed to my writing...I take awhile to get to the plot and the center piece...yeah, you're right, I'm still setting the plot although there should be more action in the next chap. Okay, bye ^_~
And yeah, if you want me to email you, I'll try but most of the time I'll forget unless you're one of my closer online buddies so please if you have a yahoo ID or something, send an email to arctic-chansfanfic-subscribe@yahoogroups.com or check the bio in my author page...I tend to get the URL all wrong ^^:;
Key:
Umm...check the chapter before...hopefully there's one.
NOTE: Since arctic-chan is really lazy and such, she didn't even bother to look up some of the clothing and music that people wore and listened to in the 1940s so umm...this fic is definitely a FICTION...don't consider anything very accurate...until like umm...the end or somewhere close to there.
**********************************************************************
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Chapter 2: First Day of School
An auburn-haired gal took a deep breath before entering the university. She walked hesitantly to the office and introduced herself, "Hi, I am the next student, Kinomoto Sakura."
The Chinese lady stared at the new student briefly, noting that she was a Japanese transfer student. Happily, Sakura beamed a thousand watts smile to the secretary, but instead of making her smiled like the way she had always done with people, the secretary hastily looked down, only fears were shown in her eyes. She swiftly typed a few codes and printed out the class schedule for Sakura mumbling under her breath, "Here is your schedule."
"Oh, thanks!" Sakura grabbed the schedule and halted before exiting the office. "But wait! How do I know where to go?"
The secretary sighed and gestured to the school maps lying on the counter, "Take one."
Frowning, Sakura examined her classrooms against the map only to find most of her classes were scattered all across the campus. She groaned inwardly, *Oh gosh! I should have brought my roller blades!*
Suddenly, Sakura spun around to check the time and then double-checked her first period. She screamed, "MY GOSH! I'M LATE!"
**********
The bell rang as the students filed silently into the class. Several chatters were given the evil glare before the stern professor look over her notice. She cleared her throat loudly signifying an end to all conversations. Looking over the whole class, she located the new student, she smiled slightly, "Today, we have a transferred student, well, actually two but I rather think that's a mistake."
Excited chatters broke out in the class again as the professor burrowed her eyebrow. Speaking in a squeaky voice, she marked almost half of the students, "All talking must stop unless all of you want to lose an extra ten percent of your grade."
No one dared to even breathe; all motion had stopped. Smiling approvingly, the professor tucked a wisp of brown hair asides and called the new student, "Please step up to the front, Daidouji Tomoyo."
Gasps were heard around the room as the Chinese students who had forgotten about their teacher's warning began to clamor about the Japanese student. Their eyes now showed apprehension.
"Good morning, everyone," the dark-hair girl bowed and beamed at her fellow classmate politely as if she hadn't heard the sharp breathing a second ago. Continuing, Tomoyo spoke in Cantonese with a slight accent, "I'm Tomoyo and I am eagerly looking forward in spending a year with you. Thanks!"
**********
Outside the hallway, a young brown-haired lad swung by with his hands in his baggy pants moving to the beat of his CD. He turned into another branch of the building while bobbing his head up and down.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" an feminine scream was heard as two bodies crashed in the middle of the hallway.
The auburn-haired student frantically gathered all of her books and disappeared into the end of the hallway, "GOMEN NASAI!"
Grunting, the chestnut-haired college student stood up and groaned as his CD player laid broken on the ground, his favorite CD broken into two halves. Glaring at the direction where the girl ran off, he gritted his teeth, "You'll pay, you Japanese wench!"
**********
"WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
Just when Tomoyo was about to take a seat and let the professor continued her lesson, a chestnut-haired girl dashed into the classroom knocking Tomoyo to the ground.
"AH!" the petite raven-haired girl gasped as her body smashed against the floor.
On top of Tomoyo, the intruder scrambled to her feet and kept bowing and apologizing in Japanese, "Gomen nasai! Gomen ne!"
Besides her, Tomoyo helped herself to her feet and let out a thread of bell-like giggles.
The intruding girl realized her mistake and blushed sheepishly to the whole class and apologized again in Cantonese, "I'm sorry, my friends and teacher, I'm the new transfer student, Kinomoto Sakura."
Sharp taking of breath was heard as the students exchanged their glances gesturing toward the two Japanese girls.
"What do you think they are doing here?"
"Dunno, probably for some purposes."
"You don't think...that they are taking over here, right?"
Whispers of fears and hostile were spread, even to the new students. The two girls looked at each other sympathetically, knowing the year would be tough for them.
Gingerly, Tomoyo held out her hand, "I'm Daidouji Tomoyo."
"Well, you know me," Sakura scratched her head, "I'm Kinomoto Sakura."
"Nice to meet you," a handshake was formed and the two newly formed friends sat together for the rest of the class.
**********
An eighteen-year-old pushed up his wire-rimmed glasses nervously as he guarded the college. His mind filled with the Asian girl he saw yesterday, *Maybe I'll get to see her again.*
**********
"Here you go, miss," a sale clerk handed the bag to the auburn-haired girl. Although his people resented the Japanese, he couldn't resist smiling at the young girl. *After all, she's just a kid.*
Sakura beamed while taking out the roller blades in her bag, "Thanks, mister. But I don't think I'll need this after all."
"No problem!" the shopkeeper shrugged and disposed of the bag. "Enjoy your afternoon!"
"Alright!" Sakura waved and skated out with her new blades.
She turned into a corner sharply while another college student exited the door. With fears in her eyes knowing she wouldn't be able to stop the gear in time, Sakura yelled, "WATCH OUT!!!!!!"
**********
Tomoyo wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and murmured, "It's way too hot here."
She made her way slowly across the plaza when she suddenly felt dizziness overcame her. Wobbling a little, Tomoyo finally gave up.
THUD!
The guard turned his head, his eyes widened in shock as he recognized the girl, *It's her!*
**********************************************************************
Yep, sorry, that's all...and I know it's not very good...sorry but it's hard to think of anything right now although I promise to get all the stuff all organized. So just a note if this is the first time you've been exposed to my writing...I take awhile to get to the plot and the center piece...yeah, you're right, I'm still setting the plot although there should be more action in the next chap. Okay, bye ^_~
And yeah, if you want me to email you, I'll try but most of the time I'll forget unless you're one of my closer online buddies so please if you have a yahoo ID or something, send an email to arctic-chansfanfic-subscribe@yahoogroups.com or check the bio in my author page...I tend to get the URL all wrong ^^:;
