In my notebook where I write this thing out these little drawings are randomly placed like bad illustrations! It's so fun to sit there writing and then suddenly draw little people acting out the story!
A green tinted glow filled the room, creeping along the rug covered wood floor. It moved its way up the side of the bed to shine on the tangled duvet and sheets, before reaching the big wrinkled t-shirt Satomi slept in. Face down in the pillow, she lay counting down the seconds till' her alarm would ring. Even with her eyes closed, she could easily picture the room around her; it was a scene she'd woken to since early July.
Her room in Kyoto had been bigger and brighter, and the morning glow had been golden from the bright yellow curtains. But Satomi didn't enjoy bright colors as much as she had before her parents' divorce. The separation from her bright, happy mother, the person who'd brought all the color into her life, had been harder on Satomi than anyone could see. Somehow, her father had won the custody battle, and now she was stuck here miles from home, miles from her friends, the only people who would've understood her feelings right now.
In one of his more sober moments, her father had claimed the move was to get away from the past, to start a new life. All Satomi knew was he'd lived in the past since his arguments with her mother had started. Since that first drink had passed his lips. He'd driven Satomi's bright mother away, sucking the color from both of their lives. He blamed Satomi though, and even the smallest slip up on her part ended badly. Somehow, the jury had decided a drunkard was better than a single woman.
A loud beeping filled her ears, jarring her from her thoughts. She yanked the headphones from her ears and quietly hit the button to stop it. Lying still for a moment, she assured the house was quiet before slipping out of the bed. Treading silently, she slid open the closet door, wincing at every squeak it made. Pulling out her uniform for the day, she grabbed a thick white headband and silver stud earrings.
Grabbing her shoes, she snuck to the bathroom and took a shower on the lowest pressure she possibly could. Drying off, she got dressed and brushed out her wet hair, sliding the headband onto her head. After brushing her teeth, she picked up her shoes and snuck down the stairs. Grabbing her wallet and book bag, she shut the door with a quiet click. Slipping on the shoes, she took off running, fearful of the slim chance her father had woken.
Running full speed toward the city, she slipped her phone from her bag and checked the time. 7:30. Good, she had just enough time to stop by the fast food place for breakfast. When she reached it, she slowed her pace, ran her fingers through her hair, and walked through the sliding doors. Heading up to the counter she stood behind a skinny man who looked like he could stand to eat six breakfasts.
When it was her turn, she ordered and paid with a small smile. Unwrapping the food, she walked out and headed off as quickly as she could, eating as she went. She finished the food and started running again, but tripped over the concrete and landed on her face.
When she looked up, she could have sworn she saw a hand in front of her face. But when she looked up and confirmed no one was there, she remembered when someone had been yesterday. That handsome boy had been there, and he'd taken her to lunch after giving her back her shoes. They'd gone for a walk in the park and he'd, he'd kissed her! How had she forgotten that? Her first kiss! She realized her fingers were on her lips and she was still lying on the sidewalk.
Pushing to her feet, she dusted off and found her fingers back on her lips, remembering that boy from yesterday. Shaking her head, she dismissed her thoughts and took off running again. She'd missed the whole first day of school! Making up for that would take some smooth lies, but she was no baby and she'd had to lie to her father many times.
When she reached the school, she followed the signs, pushing through the crowd, to the office. After a quick conversation and some good excuses, she stepped out of the room with a new schedule in hand and her locker number written on her hand. Thankfully, she still had three minutes before the first class, so she made it to her locker easily and put her bag and wallet up. Slipping her lock through the hole, she clicked it shut and went over the code in her head. It was the same code she'd had in middle school, so there was no worry of forgetting it.
Checking her schedule, she made sure again that she had all she needed and set off to her first class. Sitting down, she sighed and boredly took notes with doodles in the margins. She lasted the rest of the time until lunch that way. When the bell rang for the end of the last period before lunch, she returned to her locker for maybe the fifth time. Unlocking it, she was pulling out her wallet when a voice behind her caught her attention,
"Did you ever find your schedule?" She spun around to see the tall, grey haired second year boy smiling at her. He was so handsome! Almost as handsome as Akito, the boy from yesterday!
"No, I had to get a new one." She smiled at him, but suddenly three pretty girls ran up and immediately grabbed his attention. Grabbing her wallet from where she'd dropped it, she locked her locker again. Following the general flow of students, she found her way to the cafeteria and bought her lunch. Sitting down at an empty table, she began to quietly eat her lunch when the three girls from earlier walked up,
"Hey! New girl, what are you doing here? This is a Prince Yuki Fan Club only table!" Said the tallest girl. She had soft brown hair and looked seriously angry, surprised, Satomi quickly got up and moved to another empty table far away from the one the three girls sat at. Then she saw a familiar face outside the window she was next to. Akito!
He was sitting on a bench outside, watching her eat. His dark hair fell across his face slightly, and she noticed his haircut was the same as the grey haired boy, were they brothers? He flashed her a smile and motioned to the empty space beside him. She looked around and noticed lots of other students sitting outside in the grass. A little nervous, she grabbed her things and walked out a side door. She skirted the crowd and sat down on the bench beside him.
"See you kept your shoes on this time." He smiled as he said this, and she blushed a bright red,
"I was trying to be quiet so that boy wouldn't…" she stopped talking, realizing how stalker like her explanation sounded. She looked down at her food and quietly nibbled on her roll. Suddenly Akito reached around and tore off half of the bread. He broke off part of it and started eating, surprised she stuttered out an apology,
"I-I'm sorry I should have offered you some!" He flashed another smile, and laughed quietly, reaching down he started eating some of the rest of her lunch, he was obviously unaware, or maybe he just didn't care, how odd this was. First, he'd taken her out to lunch and kissed her when he'd only just met her that day, now he was eating her lunch on a school bench when he didn't even go here!
Had he been stalking her for months or something? Watching her sneak out every morning for work? How had she not seen him? Akito winked at her as though he'd read her mind and she realized she'd been staring at him for the past minute or so. He slipped his hand into hers, he seemed to really like holding hands, and turned toward her,
"Say, would you meet me here after school today?" She raised her eyebrows, but curiosity got the better of her,
"Ok."
Ok, so how do you like it? Do you hate it? Feedback anyone?
