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This chapter was typed up REALLY quickly, and it's just to let you see into the home life of Rin…
[Chapter 3- Getting to Know Haruhi]
I was floating in a clear blue sky. I could feel the wind running through my hair, and I could taste the clouds.
For most people, this would be a fantasy.
Not for me.
Suddenly, I was falling. I could feel my parents arms hugging me, and I desperately tried to fly again, but I couldn't.
"Rin!" My mother's voice. I screamed. I was reliving my nightmare.
"Rin!!" –No, wait. That wasn't my mother's voice.
"Rin!!" I sat up quickly. It was just a dream.
"Rin, your screaming was starting to get annoying. And you know just because you have a day off doesn't mean you get to lie around all day. You have chores to do." Yamada-san. I hate this lady so much.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting up." I wiped my forehead. Wow, I was completely covered in sweat and I could tell my hair somewhat resembled a birds' nest.
Oh, I bet I look attractive.
"Good. Here's your list, now get started."
Lets see, first up is grocery shopping.
I quickly took a shower and tossed on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black and white checker-board tank top with a broken red heart on the upper left side, and my red converse. I threw my hair up into my famous messy bun with some of the layers around my face and my bangs down. Finally, I grabbed the shopping list and my chore list and headed out.
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Today was a nice day out. The sky was a beautiful blue, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. It was nice and warm, but not too hot.
Ugh, Yamada-san didn't really cut me any slack on the chores, did she? I really disliked Yamada-san, and it was obvious she didn't like me either. The only reason I think she took me in was because she felt obligated to seeing as she was my parents' best friend.
I knew she was only my parents 'best friend' for the money. They bought her everything she wanted and more, and in the end she didn't even go to their funeral.
That's right, my parents are dead.
Once they died, Yamada-san took me in to live at her house. At first, I knew she only took me in because she expected me to give her money, until I told her what I had done with my parents' money. Although she was upset, she still had to take me in because she had made a promise to, and now I was her dog.
I did all the housework, shopping, cooking, etc. while she sat around all day and drank. And she was a MEAN drunk. She slapped me once when she was drunk because I made her spaghetti for dinner instead of sushi. She was the one who told me spaghetti for her before, but she changed her mind. She didn't always slap me, but she was pretty mean and unfair.
I squinted when I turned the corner and the sun was in my eyes. There was a familiar looking figure in front of me, but I couldn't see who it was.
Stupid sun.
The figure appeared to be headed the same way as me, so I decided I would find out who it was soon enough. When we turned the corner, I could see him. No wait, her.
I grinned. I KNEW Haruhi wasn't a boy! There Haruhi was, wearing girl clothes.
"Hey, Haruhi!" I yelled. She turned around and looked at me with surprise.
"Whoa, Hey Rin. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you lived in a mansion, after all, you're rich right?"
"Umm… Well, sorta I guess. But I live here. So, are you grocery shopping too?" She nodded. "Ok, then lets go together!"
"Uh, I guess you kinda figured out I'm a girl, huh?"
I nodded. "But, I figured something was up from the start. So, you do the grocery shopping too?"
"Yeah, ever since my mom died." Wow, I didn't realize how much we had in common.
"Oh… I'm sorry to hear that…" Awkward. What are you supposed to say when someone tells you that? That's why I never told anyone. It's a major conversation killer.
We walked in silence for a few minutes. I couldn't tell if it was completely awkward silence, or the nice kind. I'm not so good with people.
"Sooo…." I started.
"Hm?"
"Oh, I uh… Nice weather we're having? Yeah, nice weather… Uh…"
"Um, yeah."
Oh, poopy. Way to make everything even more awkward…
I stole a glance at Haruhi. She was staring off into space. You know, I just realized I didn't know Haruhi at all. Maybe I should use this trip to get to know her.
"So, why are you in the Host Club?"
"Same as you, to pay off a debt… I broke something and now I owe a lot of money…"
"Oh, that sucks." Well, at least I wasn't the first one to break something and go into debt.
Haruhi looked at me with a thoughtful face for a minute. "So, if you do have money then why do you have to work off your debt?" I pressed my lips together. Should I tell her?
"Its ok, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to--"
"When my parents died, their money was left to me. I decided that I wasn't ready to handle all the money so I put it away in a bank account that I don't have access to until I'm eighteen."
"Oh, I'm sorry." The awkward silence was my fault this time.
"This has been nice. It's been good to actually get to know you." Wow, I can't believe I just said that. That was cheesier than Tamaki's pick-up lines.
"Yeah, it's been nice to get to know you." Haruhi smiled.
We stood at the entrance of the store. "Come on, let's get shopping done with."
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I let out a sigh as I walked through the door of my house.
"What took you so long?" Yamada-san was wasted.
"Oh, I ran into a friend." After all of the awkward conversation, we had a really good time. Haruhi is actually pretty funny.
"You still have a lot of grocerys to do, so hurry and put your chores away!!!" Haha, did she even hear what she just said?
"Uh… Yeah, OK…" I tried to not laugh. I didn't want her to get angry.
I went through the rest of the day doing chores, but I was off in my own little happy place.
I really couldn't wait to go back to school.
Wow, that made me sound like a nerd. (Yay, extra credit!) But seriously, school was better than doing chores all day and getting nagged on by Yamada-san. And, no matter how much I hate to admit it, the Host Club was really starting to be fun…
I went to bed that night with a smile. Tomorrow was Monday after all.