Ok sorry guys I guess I really don't have all that great of a talent for sitting still too long. So I guess if you haven't already noticed I don't update that much, and you shouldn't wait on this fanfic night and day because I just don't have the attention span haha. Well, heres another chapter to pass your time! Love FFH
Chihiro sat patiently in her last class of the day- English. The sun shone bright through the tall glass windows as she slipped into a daze. Her long brown hair held loosely in her purplish red hair tie fell softly over shoulder. Quietly lost in thought, she imagined the boy from her dreams' face. She melted just at the thought of his brilliant green eyes. They seemed to hold so much love and knowledge. The passion of….something so powerful it couldn't be human. Who was this boy? Maybe the answer was in her heart, like Lumi had said. All she knew was that this boy had a way of lightening her at the mere thought of his lovely eyes.
"Chihiro, the answer is not out the window." Mr. Hamaki stated as Chihiro snapped out of her daze.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hamaki, what question are we on?" Chihiro asked bashfully as she turned the page in her text book.
"Question 16. What is fate according to Haruki Murakami and how does he explain it?"
Chihiro to a long breath as she began to read the excerpt of the page in front of her. "Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sand storm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give into it, step right aside the storm closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it step by step."
"Good. Now does anyone have anything to say about that quote?" Mr. Hamaki asked the class.
Lumi raised her hand high from the seat next to Chihiro.
When Mr. Hamaki picked her, she asked thoughtfully, "Why does Mr. Murakami make fate sound like such a bad thing?"
"Well Lumi, Mr. Murakami is a realist." Mr. Hamaki stated bluntly. "He realizes life doesn't always favor the optimists, and life isn't always fair."
I know the feeling, it can't be fair to not have any knowledge of someone you feel so close to.. Not even a name. Chihiro thought to herself as she sighed before gazing out the window again. The wind blew softly through the orange leaves of the big oak tree that grew outside the window of her classroom.
But Lumi, being Lumi, knit her eyebrows, sat up in her seat, and pressed the matter.
"But that doesn't mean life is always bad. Mr. Murakami seems more of a pessimist than a realist."
Mr. Hamaki sat of his desk and laced his fingers together.
"You may be right, but consider the type of storm he chose to symbolize fate. A small sand storm. Now why do you think he chose a small sand storm instead of a rain storm? Surely they are more common. When you 're in a small sand storm, and the storm settles, that leaves you a bit sandy and wind blown. If you're in a rain storm, after the storm settles, leaving you wet and ragged. It takes time to dry. Maybe that's how he's saying fate is rough but nothing you can't get over reasonably well."
Lumi leaned back into her seat and considered this. "I guess you're right."
"Okay, well if no one has anything else to say about Mr. Murakami's quote, then I'll just go over tonight's homework." Mr. Hamaki stated as he glanced around the room at the mellow teenagers. "Tonight, you are to come up with your own definition of fate. I'll even start it for you. Fate is….and then your interpretation. It doesn't have to be negative, just what you think. We'll share our ideas in class tomorrow."
Chihiro loved English. It was her best subject, and the writing assignments often let her vent her thoughts on paper. Mr. Hamaki was also undoubtedly was her favorite teacher. He always had something interesting to say. Even though she would sometimes zone out, she could always keep up a good grade in the class.
The bell rang as she wrote down FATE on the palm of her hand. It was a bad habit, but she would always write down her homework somewhere on herself. Math and science took up all the room on the back of her hand, so habitually her palm was the next place to look. She picked up her books and headed into the hall.
Lumi was endlessly gabbing to Chihiro, but Chihiro's head was filled with nothing but ideas of fate and bright green eyes. Even when Chihiro abruptly walked into the door leading out of school, Lumi didn't realized she wasn't paying attention. She had a different topic on her mind
"So do you think Maru likes me Chi? If he winks at me, does that mean he does?" She asked anxiously as Chihiro rubbed her sore forehead.
"If it's fate that you two will be together, you won't be able to avoid it." Chihiro said casually.
Lumi knitted her eyebrows again and started twisting her long black hair around her fingers. "Well I know that, but that doesn't answer my question!"
"We can't get answers to all of our questions. Sometimes we just have to wait and see what fate has in store for us."
"Yeah I guess you're right. Man Chi, this boy does something weird to you, and he's only in your dreams! Imagine if you met him in real life!" Lumi said as a smile spread across her face.
Chihiro's eyes widened, then fell relaxed as a small smile tugged at her cheek.
"My life would be flipped around, turned inside out, then upside down if I ever saw those beautiful eyes in front of mine." She stated as she sighed softly.
The two dream-struck teens made there way home as the fall sun set peacefully on their small town. The wind blew swiftly through Chihiro's loosely bound hair. She listened intently, hoping that maybe the wind had something to say. Wishing that maybe it would whisper some answers.