Selene had long accepted the fact that her name was not Selene, but, in fact, "Sayuri." Not that she minded, really. It sounded pretty, and she had always wanted a Japanese name.
Sayuri flicked a piece of newly formed brown hair from her face as she walked towards Teitan High. It was bustling with students, usually in pairs of groups of three to four. She seemed to be the only one on her own, so the girl hurriedly walked through the doors of the high school.
There, she was greeted with long hallways and sliding doors she had never seen before. All the schools that she went to before in the UK always had normal doors and lockers. Looking a the sheet of paper in hand (her schedule,) Sayuri walked to her classroom and timidly opened the door. she could hear the talking of students in the class. A teacher was at the front desk and smiled when she entered.
"Welcome, Tanaka-san. It's a pleasure to have you here," she said.
Sayuri awkwardly smiled and bowed a little. (Something she had learned from her mother that nagged her about manners in the new school.) "You too, uh...Remisu-sensei." (A/N: I honestly don't know the teacher's name...help?)
As she glanced around the classroom, the girl noticed that all the desks seemed occupied at the moment with students sitting at/on the desk. She started forward but was stopped by the teacher, who looked at her strangely. "We'll have to introduce you first, Tanaka-san, ne?" She said, before ushering Sayuri out the door.
After Sayuri was seated next to Ran (and after almost fangirling out loud after the other brunette greeted her,) she noticed the familiar lessons. Selene had come down with cancer a year after graduating. This was especially hard on her because the girl had just been accepted to Julliard with her violin scholarships, and the cancer cause restricted her from going.
Finally, lunch came, and Sayuri happily grabbed her lunch and headed to the cafeteria with the wave of high schoolers. But she realized her mistake when she found herself standing along by the entrance of the cafeteria. However, the gloom was short lived as a certain blonde tapped her on the shoulder. When Sayuri turned around, she almost squealed out loud. It was none other than the niece of the millionaire, Sonoko Suzuki. Next to her, was the famous Ran Mouri. Sayuri was internally squealing while trying to school her features.
"Hi, Tanaka-san. I'm Mouri Ran, and this is my friend Suzuki Sonoko," the brunette said, gesturing to her friend, who smiled at her. Sayuri suppressed the urge to say , 'I know,' as the two girls offered to sit with her for lunch. Sayuri happily accepted.
Sayuri happily walked up to her house. After school, Sayuri exchanged mail addresses with her newfound friends. Her contacts now consisted of the mother, father, Mouri-san, and Suzuki-san. Pretty lame, but it was progress. She was hoping to make some more friends, and even hopefully befriend the star of the show, Edogawa Conan. But this was the first day, after all. She had thought that maybe she could connect to Conan though Ran, or even maybe her father. Her father was in one the higher positions of the police society, and had many connections. These connections reached out as far as to America and Europe, and Sayuri was part excited to see these, and part nervous in the chance of meeting the characters she grew up watching. The girl opened the front door, but was greeted with an empty house, much to her dismay. Her mother was a surgeon and tended to work late. A note on the kitchen counter confirmed her suspicions as she read the neat cursive.
Sayuri,
There's leftover chicken in the fridge. You can warm them up in the microwave.
Sorry-I won't be home until late with your father. Don't forget to practice your violin.
Love, Mom.
Sighing, Sayuri dropped her bag on the floor before taking out her wad of homework, and going to the fridge. She had hoped to build a new and normal life here, as a new chance. After years of her life being spent in the cooped up in the hospital, she yearned to be normal again. But now, she was alone. Again. Wasn't those agonizing four years of being cut off from society enough? She wondered if her friends missed her. None of them were close, and Selene had found closure in art, anime, and her violin. She had started up the instrument in second grade and kept up with her lessons until college. Art was always her favourite subject with literature. Anime was her own free world, where she could be whatever she wanted. Whether it would be being part of a destructive guild, being stuck in a virtual video game, or having a capable demon butler, it was all up to her. And she loved it. It seemed that reality was too harsh for her; too cold with truth.
Thankfully, her room showed that she had brought her talents of art and music with her. A mini art studio corner stood in the corner of her room, stocked with blank canvases, smocks, different brushes, paints, and even a whole section of spray paints. Her music section consisted of her full violin case with a hydrometer, two bows, an extra bridge, a set of extra strings, rosin, fabric for rosin, and a mute and tuner. They were paired with a stand, and pile of violin books varying from simple etudes to complex duets.
Sayuri finished up her homework, and headed to her violin. Hello, my old friend, she thought as the familiar weight rested on her left shoulder and she cupped the end and rested her right hand on the beautiful bow. She placed her bow on the string, and began to play.
Sorry everyone for the really late update! I was on a little writer's block, and I'm not satisfied with this chapter...I also have a Wattpad account for anyone. It's bookaholicgrl.
-Bookaholicgurl
