For disclaimers e.t.c see Chapter 1
For those of you who cant guess these (1) are my editing marks-they mean go to the bottom and read what I wrote about that bit. Just look for the number that matches...
Yeah VampireKuribohs back with a vengeance! After a short period of absence, a long period of me writing stuff will hopefully follow! Happy New Year to all on this site ;) .
Good Faith Apartment Block is now GFAB in the mini-headers kay?
I have 37 minutes, two cats and a brain on sugar-high. Lets roll.
Chapter 4 :Good Neighbours?
Good Faith apartment block, corridor- about 8:p.m.-
An essential shopping trip, a check-up at the care home and five hours later Sita arrived back to the run-down apartment block she now called home. This place is still a dump…well it was hardly gonna change while I was away, huh? Some guys were coming down the stairs down, heading off eagerly in the direction of the nearest bar – apparently they couldn't wait to start drowning their brains in the bottom of a pint glass. No matter what happens to me in the future, Sita prayed quickly, don't ever let me end up like that! As she approched, they seemed to leer at her, and they hadn't even got to the drink yet. Pathetic. One scruffy blond geezer yelled,
"Hey darlin' lookin' for a night on the town? You can come with us if ya want; I'm lookin' for a nice girl like you!"
"Uh…as if. And, guy its only 8pm, isn't it a bit early to go get razzled (1) down town?"
"' Guy its only 8pm!'" mimicked the guy in a scratchy falsetto that he clearly thought was a hilarious imitation of her voice – the other guys thought so too, and cracked up with laughter, "What do I care? I've been doin' this every night for the past eight years, I'm not about t'stop now!" Eight years…it was obvious the guy was beyond help, and although he was molesting her, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him – the drink must have ruined his life, and the thought of the state of the guy and his crews livers made her wince inside.
"Whatever." Walking off, the guys still laughed.
Later that evening- about 10 p.m.-
After trying, and failing to start the old cracked T.V. in the corner, Sita had flipped open her laptop and started surfing the net. It had taken her 3 years to save up for it, and it had served her well over its life. She chatted with her 'frenemys' back in good ol' Blighty for a while on messenger- they were girls who she hadn't liked very much, but she had nevertheless been in their group at middle school. They were boring to talk to, and she didn't really care who Kevin Wilson, class stud was currently dating. Hello? Didn't they realise that she was over a thousand miles away? Like she really cared! Sighing, she had exited and began studying for coursework that would get her even more qualifications. After all, a few more wouldn't hurt…
Night/Early Morning- 3a.m.-
Sita sat slumped over the computer, she had fell asleep after studying into the early hours. Many days ended like that, many began like that too.
Bang. BANG BANG.
"Ur…" Whazzat? Who could be calling now...it's so early.
: Well, tell them to get lost…They're annoying and it can't be important, no one knows you here:
Shaking her head to clear it she set off across the balding carpet and prised open the door. She narrowed her eyes. It was that blond from before.
"Lemme in…"
"Uh, noway! Pervert!"
"Wha? Whaa?"
"Go away or I'll call the cops!"
"I live here…Wha you doin' here?" What? It couldn't be his house, she'd saw him come out of the apartment block before and she'd been here for a couple of days now…
"Mister, I think you're a bit confused," she tried the gentle approach, "You can't possibly live here, I know because I do."
"So…this ain't room 35?"
"No. 36. That's 35." She directed him with a pointed finger. He lumbered off in that general direction, and she watched with a kind of morbid curiosity. She hadn't really seen men behave like this, the Social woman was fond of sherry, but it only ever made her sharper, not stupid and out of control like this. The guy lurched up to the door, and tried to shove it open. It didn't work.
"Damn that kid!! He's locked it again…" Now the guy was alternating between shouting and muttering, oblivious to the fact that she was still watching him.
: Kid?:
"OPEN UP! OPEN UP YA DAMN FOOL!!" She closed the door halfway, if this was gonna get ugly, she didn't want to get in the way. The sound of somebody moving at the other side of the door made the blonde's shouts grow fouler. Clicks followed and the door opened. The old guy grunted.
"Finally!! Now get back in there! How could you be so stupid to lock your own father out?!" An unheard answer must have been given, as he continued.
"Dangerous to leave it open? HAHAHA! Anyway, isn't my happiness worth sacrificing some security?! Go and shut that door then, I'm done for the night…" Sita didn't want to listen to any more. Kids sometimes turned up at the care home with hard faces and harder stories of there past. She'd tried to talk to them when they came, but they either glared or flinched away from her gaze – at these times she had thought that maybe no parents at all was better that what they came from.
Snapping back into reality, she heard the muffled voice next door carry on, but the sound was mostly unrecognisable as words. Ugh. Dump of a school, weird estate and now the psyche alcoholic from hell as a neighbour. Peeping out for one last time, she saw the door closing again. There was no shape to the shadow behind it, but amber-brown eyes glittered in the gap, then were gone.
Chapter 4: Part 2: Bunk it
GFAB, Room 36-
"Gotta hurry…Gotta hurry…" Sita muttered. Her first day at school here and she was late! Late! It was all that stupid guys' fault too! Struggling into her uniform and scraping her hair back into a long ponytail, she mentally cursed the guy, his drinking habits and all his deadhead friends. Trying to hurry with a head that felt like it was full of cotton wool was difficult, she had to admit, but brushing the tiredness aside, she scurried out of the house in the strange uniform and stepped out onto the street, into a new way of life.
?? Street, Domino City-
Darn it. She'd been sure school was this way, but wherever she looked, shops and stalls, businesses and burger joints crowded the sky line.
"Ugh…" Today was not her day – neither had many been recently. Still, school was better than wandering out here. Now if only she could find it. Now she was back at the apartment block. Hooray. She'd be late, now a good start to her school life here in Domino. She'd hardly ever been late in England, she never hung back with the other girls like she was meant to at that age, at this age. They'd whispered and pointed, but she hadn't really cared. My general idea about school was to get out of it and into the next thing, which I am told is better, she thought.
That had been her theory when she was in elementary school, middle school, now it was the same even now at Domino High. And it wasn't about to get any better not if she couldn't even find the damn school. Picking a direction at random, she set off to find school, a sign or an information bureau at least, hopefully. A couple of minutes later, she spotted some more teens striding out along the side of the road. Domino High students? No, they had a different uniform. She hated to admit it, but returning again and calling the school seemed like the only option…The fug of exhaustion covered Sita's mind again. Failure was not kind to her and giving up wasn't her favourite option either. There was the building…
She was about to climb the stairs to the third floor, when a person shot past and knocked her over.
"Gyah!"
WHAM. Now she was lost, tired and sat sprawled on the floor with a sore rear end – the person responsible had picked a bad day to do that. A very bad day indeed to cross with Sita Suzuki! She was all set to stop them high-tailing it and to give them a mouthful, when amazingly, they didn't run off, and actually turned back around.
"Oops! Hehe sorry about that I'm just I'm kinda in a hurry here…Sita?!" Who was this? The zombified brain syndrome currently affecting her mind slowed the process down a little, but then she remembered.
"Joey?" Yeah, it was that blond guy who she'd befriended yesterday, along with his little gang. Small world.
"So you remember me? Well that's great, but why're ya walkin' this way? Schools over there." There was a pause at this point. Truth be told, she was a little embarrassed – all that grief over getting to the place, and she could actually see the top of the red brick building from here! However, he seemed to take the silence entirely the wrong way.
"Uh. I dunno how to say this but..your not doin' a bunk are ya?" (1)
"No! No…Um, well I kinda got lost…" I sound so dumb now. And now I can feel the blush spreading.
"Oh. Ok. Well its just there, as you can probably see." She looked at her watch to avert his attention from her stupidity. The action seemed to spur something in him.
"Omigod! I'm so late! And so are you! Quick let's go before they call the register!" He sped off again, and she followed as best she could with her newly acquired bruised behind. And so Sita Suzuki began her first official day at Domino High.
(1) Doing a bunk - truancy
