Lolololol this is chapter three. It is longer and hopefully better than the last chapters.

Chapter Three

Your Every Movement Is Being Watched!

A girl followed me home from school today.

I was just walking along minding my own business and she was there with this weird smile on her face and she even followed me into the shop when I went to buy some chocolate with the money I nicked off Stinky Pete last Friday! I haven't got a clue who she is. I tried running but unfortunately girls are not as rubbish at sport as I thought they were (well this one isn't). When I was almost back at the skanky care home place I looked round and she'd stopped walking and screwed up her face like she was trying really hard to remember something. (I thought it looked like she was constipated. Ha). I stood and watched for a minute to see what she was going to do then she yelled "HANA-CHAN!" and threw herself at me. I nearly died. Some of the girls were looking out the window, jaws in palms (why do they DO that? I asked one of them once and she said to look at all the boys going past. Pah) and they fell about laughing and bawled "New girlfriend, Asakura!" By now Marilynne had come to investigate the screams, saw this weirdo hugging me like an idiot, got the same idea as the girls and started sighing and mumbling wistfully about "young love".

When they'd gone back to their celebrity mags and Marilynne had vanished back into the office, I prised whoever-she-was off me and gave her the once-over. Blonde, flower in hair, smile straight out of one of those soppy girls' manga books Karine reads, pink dress. What is it with girls and pink! I don't get it. She had the body of a fifteen-year-old but she was too short to be anything more than twelve. I decided to ditch my usual "Hi, I'm Hana, who the hell are you?" routine and skip straight to the really-obvious-questions bit.

"All right," I started, stepping back in case she tried to do the hug thing again, "this is Stinky Pete's idea of a joke, isn't it? Setting someone up to publicly embarrass me for pinching a couple of yen off him last week?"

She put on a what-are-you-talking about face. "Stinky Pete? Are you mad? I've never even been down here before, how would I know who-"

"Whatever, so who are you then?" I interrupted. I'm dead impatient, can't wait for anyone to finish their sentence. Drives Marilynne up the wall. It's only a matter of time before the counting-to-ten thing gets replaced by a slap round the face.

"Sugimori Sakura."

"Asakura Hana. Why did you follow me home?" I asked, adding, "If you can call this dump 'home'" under my breath. She laughed.

"It is a bit of a dump, really. I had a vision of you."

"Vision? Is this turning into something off one of those phoney psychic phone lines?" I said sarcastically, tapping my foot. She was really starting to wind me up, the way she had this annoying lazy smile plastered across her face like she was living on Planet Wonderful. I could almost hear Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows playing in the background. She reminded me of someone but I couldn't think who. I hate not being able to remember stuff.

"No, I'm psychic," she said, dead casually, like it was the most normal thing since wiping your arse. "Do you know, you're the only boy I know who looks at my face and not my chest when I'm talking."

"Ha. But you don't know me, do you? And what do you want off me?"

She started rabbiting, stuff like "Haven't got a clue, vision, psychic, it's not fair, blah blah blah." I wasn't listening. I gave her the twice- and thrice-over, looked at her smile, her annoyingly laid-back attitude and decided she might be good for something.

"Sakura?"

She stopped rabbiting and clocked me with a pair of melty-chocolate-puppy-dog brown eyes. "Hai?"

"Sakura...Could you help with something?"

"Help? Yeah, I do that."

"Can you help me...can you help me...can you help me find my parents?"