Call of destiny: Sora's choice.
After fourteen plus hours on a flight you tend to feel like the bottom of a New York cab. I should know. My name is Sora Takenouchi, and I just came back from the great melting pot known as America. My high school tennis team just completed a six-week tour of the United States. It was kind of convient seeing how I was finally able to see Mimi in New York ever since she moved there several months ago. I'm amazed that a country that is "supposedly" advanced in every aspect of the world could do so poorly in tennis, least of all a girl's Japanese girl's high school tennis club. I mean hey, I'm no Steffe Graf, But there was hardly much competition over there, even I beat their guys. And I'm not the best on my team; well at least I don't think I am. It's something I tried not to think of, well not now. Right now all I want to do is get back home, to Japan where everything is small and compact and the food portions are nice and small. Home to my mom, home to my team and home to
Matt, my boyfriend. As I close my eyes and begin to feel the plane descend to my country below I think of how nice it will be to once again return to my life, Little did I know when I landed to would start to forever change .One thing for sure it was one hell of a summer.
I met my mom ,Matt and Kari at the airport. It was such a relief to see them again; it was hard enough to be without them for the entire summer just seeing Matt and his brown eyes I almost began to tear up. I knew I would have to wait until later to show him how much I REALLY missed him! It took me while to get used to life back home .In America everything is so large and loud, you had to gradually adjust yourself to living in their country. I even caught myself yelling at a taxi driver in New York.
I was glad to know Kari and the new digidestined were keeping the peace in the digitalworld, I told myself that at least sometime next week I would have to make a trip to the digitalworld to see byomon and give her her souviners, Tell her about my time in the states. As soon as I got home, my mom started on making a huge dinner for me, and me well I gradually peeled off my clothes and took a nice long hot shower.
One month later,
FUCKING MATT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That felt a little good, but not a whole lot. .Matt has always been a putz , a stupid little putz. When were you were lost in the digital world it wasalways him and Tai duking it out and spraying testosterone all over the place, always fighting and never getting anything done, he can be so bullheaded somwetimes!!! Granted I give him the benefit of the doubt I was going through my Third Period of my life and I was little emotional, but still I got pissed at him and other times too countless to tell. But what he did today goes beyond any form of forgiveness .It all started last may just shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Before that I wasn't too hormonally endowed. I mean Mimi and I had a running bet on who would get visited by the titty fairy first. Well I won,And not to toot my own horn they are a nice set. Well ever since my "sprouting" Mimi got a little gun-shy around me and Matt well Matt has been wanting to get his paws on them ever since.
One time I slip and let him touch them under the shirt over the bra. , After hours of negotiation he finally got me to under the shirt over the bra. Ever since then he's been trying to go further ever since, and I don't mean to tease him I'm just not ready to get felt up. Don't get me wrong I love Matt, I love him but I'm just not comfortable going that far with him, not yet at least. But he's a teenager and he has his raging hormones.
Matt was over when my mom was tending the store and we escaped to my to study. Well we kind of got off the subject and started to make out a little. One thing I will give Matt, he is a good kisser, a damm good one and I should know. I've kissed Tai and Joe before (Long Story) and Mimi once (Even longer story) we were kissing softly on my bed. He tries a couple times to cup me, but he's not on my breast long enough before I slap it away. Usually I don't have to tell him to stop, after a few stops he gets the hint. But not this time, I wasn't even paying attention before it was too late. I was wrapped in his kiss that I didn't notice his hand slip under my skirt and in to my panties. It shocked me, I didn't think he mean to, but he hurt me, I mean yeah when he pried his fingers in it burned, but the fact he went there without my permission hurt me even more. He hurt me so I hurt him. I shoved him off of me, and threw him to the ground. "You fucker! You stupid fucker!!!!!Was it
worth it? Was it?" I screamed as I pinned his head to the floor with my forearm" He tried to utter an apology but I wouldn't hear it, I figured for his own safety to throw him out of my house. I dragged him down the hall and tossed him out the door. There I quickly ran to my bathroom and turned on the shower, I quickly disrobed and sulked and cried, letting the hot water run over me to try and wash me clean.
I did eventually forgive Matt, but it wasn't until the next day and a long walk and a chance meeting. A meeting that started the chain of events that would change my life forever. I needed to get away after a few days I was finally able to leave my room. I walked around town visited the mall, but eventually my search led to the local coffee house, there my cousin Tomoe worked, He's in a band with his friends. There he and his friends work at the coffee house and at the same time use it to play their gigs. He could tell I had a lot on my mind. He smiled at me
"Hey Sora!" He said," What's up?"
"Nothing much." I said quietly" Just need to sort some things out." He smiled at me he knew what I wanted.
"Ah you need to go to confession! Well my dear cousin, feel free!" He said as he pointed me toward the drums. I walked over and took a seat cracked my knuckles , and I turned up the amps and hit play on the cassette player next to me. I then took the sticks and tapped the drums as an Old AC/DC song played I stated again and then the music hit full I started to play along as if I were the drummer. And were playing if you want blood live on stage. I played drums like a natural. And whenever I needed to think they helped me think and get away from it all. Ever since I left the digital world that's what helped me the most when I ever felt sad lonely or just confused. What? are you readers confused? Never knew I could play the drums? Well dont't feel bad. Its one of those talents Idon't tell just anyone about. Im kinda sensative about my percussions, its the only thing i feel im truly good at. Im mean heck, the patrons at my cousins coffee house can't be wrong!!!
It felt nice to beat the drums again. I truly felt free and alive. I could feel myself become on with the rhythm. It was easy for me to get lost in it, so easy I never noticed the man who was following me all day today, walk into the café.
He wore a gray suit with a dark blue necktie that was striped in gold. He appeared jet lagged as he constantly wiped his forehead that was beaded with sweat. He was an older gentleman I'd say in his fifties. He carried around a large briefcase that was apparently stuffed with papers and booklets and god knows what else. He limped around and then finally dumped the briefcase onto a table. He took out a photo and talked to a busgirl, she pointed at me and he made his was over. I saw him walk toward me; He smiled a little and waved his arms at me as if he wanted to talk. I stopped and looked at him. He pulled out a Japanese/English book and "attempted to speak in Japanese " umm hellooo?- are you takenouchi sora?--- can -we -please---communicate?-" I smiled at this American. "Luckily for you I know English!" I smiled. His eyebrows raised and he smiled a little embarrassed smile. "He shook my hand" Oh hehehe sorry, fist time visiting. Umm sora could we talk for a bit. My name
is Terry Scoggins." He handed me his bisnuess card. It read:
Terry Scoggins
Athletic Dept./Recruiter
University of Notre Dame.
I gulped,"What does he want with me?" I thought. We sat and he ordered some coffee on him. He was a fairly large man with brown curly hair and a large curly mustache, and he had the biggest smile, sort of like a jolly old elf. He got to the point. "Sora, have you ever heard of Notre Dame?" I chuckled "Of course, it's a very popular school in the states. The fighting Iris? "I said.
"Irish" He corrected. " Sora ,I watched you play Tennis when you visited the states a while back, and I have to say, my superiors and I were very impressed with what we saw. So much We'd like for you to come to our University and play tennis for us next year."
I gagged on my coffee; As soon as the coughing fit ended I regained my composure. "Whoa, "I said" You want me to go to school in America!?"
He looked at me puzzled "Umm yeah." .
I caught my breath " That might cost a fortune, and we don't have that much money!" He shook his head, "No No" He showed me a letter " Were prepared to offer you a full scholarship. You play Tennis for us, we will pick up your tab for schooling, food, dorm, everything." He handed me books and brochures about al I would needed to know about the collage. I started to go a little pale; a zillion thoughts were racing through my head. . He could tell I was overwhelmed. "Hey, Don't give me an answer now. In fact I would like to talk with you and your folks about this in the morning. " He left me some more pamphlets and a ND pin. "I have your number. I'll call you tonight and talk with your folks mayby we can have breakfast tomorrow." He stood up and wiped his forehead." I need to head back to my hotel room and rest. He gave me another of his cards, this time with his hotel and room number on it " If you need anything or have a question feel free to call me at my room or my cell
phone!" He smiled " I `m really glad to meet you Sora!, Hope to see you again!" As I watched him leave I looked at the lititure before me. This was real, very real. I had no clue what to do. . This would be a big big step in my life. This was my final year of high school and I knew mom was stressing about what to do for me and Collage. I think this was the answer we were looking for. I knew I was good at Tennis But I didn't think I was THAT good!. What to do?.......what to do............
Continued...
After fourteen plus hours on a flight you tend to feel like the bottom of a New York cab. I should know. My name is Sora Takenouchi, and I just came back from the great melting pot known as America. My high school tennis team just completed a six-week tour of the United States. It was kind of convient seeing how I was finally able to see Mimi in New York ever since she moved there several months ago. I'm amazed that a country that is "supposedly" advanced in every aspect of the world could do so poorly in tennis, least of all a girl's Japanese girl's high school tennis club. I mean hey, I'm no Steffe Graf, But there was hardly much competition over there, even I beat their guys. And I'm not the best on my team; well at least I don't think I am. It's something I tried not to think of, well not now. Right now all I want to do is get back home, to Japan where everything is small and compact and the food portions are nice and small. Home to my mom, home to my team and home to
Matt, my boyfriend. As I close my eyes and begin to feel the plane descend to my country below I think of how nice it will be to once again return to my life, Little did I know when I landed to would start to forever change .One thing for sure it was one hell of a summer.
I met my mom ,Matt and Kari at the airport. It was such a relief to see them again; it was hard enough to be without them for the entire summer just seeing Matt and his brown eyes I almost began to tear up. I knew I would have to wait until later to show him how much I REALLY missed him! It took me while to get used to life back home .In America everything is so large and loud, you had to gradually adjust yourself to living in their country. I even caught myself yelling at a taxi driver in New York.
I was glad to know Kari and the new digidestined were keeping the peace in the digitalworld, I told myself that at least sometime next week I would have to make a trip to the digitalworld to see byomon and give her her souviners, Tell her about my time in the states. As soon as I got home, my mom started on making a huge dinner for me, and me well I gradually peeled off my clothes and took a nice long hot shower.
One month later,
FUCKING MATT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That felt a little good, but not a whole lot. .Matt has always been a putz , a stupid little putz. When were you were lost in the digital world it wasalways him and Tai duking it out and spraying testosterone all over the place, always fighting and never getting anything done, he can be so bullheaded somwetimes!!! Granted I give him the benefit of the doubt I was going through my Third Period of my life and I was little emotional, but still I got pissed at him and other times too countless to tell. But what he did today goes beyond any form of forgiveness .It all started last may just shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Before that I wasn't too hormonally endowed. I mean Mimi and I had a running bet on who would get visited by the titty fairy first. Well I won,And not to toot my own horn they are a nice set. Well ever since my "sprouting" Mimi got a little gun-shy around me and Matt well Matt has been wanting to get his paws on them ever since.
One time I slip and let him touch them under the shirt over the bra. , After hours of negotiation he finally got me to under the shirt over the bra. Ever since then he's been trying to go further ever since, and I don't mean to tease him I'm just not ready to get felt up. Don't get me wrong I love Matt, I love him but I'm just not comfortable going that far with him, not yet at least. But he's a teenager and he has his raging hormones.
Matt was over when my mom was tending the store and we escaped to my to study. Well we kind of got off the subject and started to make out a little. One thing I will give Matt, he is a good kisser, a damm good one and I should know. I've kissed Tai and Joe before (Long Story) and Mimi once (Even longer story) we were kissing softly on my bed. He tries a couple times to cup me, but he's not on my breast long enough before I slap it away. Usually I don't have to tell him to stop, after a few stops he gets the hint. But not this time, I wasn't even paying attention before it was too late. I was wrapped in his kiss that I didn't notice his hand slip under my skirt and in to my panties. It shocked me, I didn't think he mean to, but he hurt me, I mean yeah when he pried his fingers in it burned, but the fact he went there without my permission hurt me even more. He hurt me so I hurt him. I shoved him off of me, and threw him to the ground. "You fucker! You stupid fucker!!!!!Was it
worth it? Was it?" I screamed as I pinned his head to the floor with my forearm" He tried to utter an apology but I wouldn't hear it, I figured for his own safety to throw him out of my house. I dragged him down the hall and tossed him out the door. There I quickly ran to my bathroom and turned on the shower, I quickly disrobed and sulked and cried, letting the hot water run over me to try and wash me clean.
I did eventually forgive Matt, but it wasn't until the next day and a long walk and a chance meeting. A meeting that started the chain of events that would change my life forever. I needed to get away after a few days I was finally able to leave my room. I walked around town visited the mall, but eventually my search led to the local coffee house, there my cousin Tomoe worked, He's in a band with his friends. There he and his friends work at the coffee house and at the same time use it to play their gigs. He could tell I had a lot on my mind. He smiled at me
"Hey Sora!" He said," What's up?"
"Nothing much." I said quietly" Just need to sort some things out." He smiled at me he knew what I wanted.
"Ah you need to go to confession! Well my dear cousin, feel free!" He said as he pointed me toward the drums. I walked over and took a seat cracked my knuckles , and I turned up the amps and hit play on the cassette player next to me. I then took the sticks and tapped the drums as an Old AC/DC song played I stated again and then the music hit full I started to play along as if I were the drummer. And were playing if you want blood live on stage. I played drums like a natural. And whenever I needed to think they helped me think and get away from it all. Ever since I left the digital world that's what helped me the most when I ever felt sad lonely or just confused. What? are you readers confused? Never knew I could play the drums? Well dont't feel bad. Its one of those talents Idon't tell just anyone about. Im kinda sensative about my percussions, its the only thing i feel im truly good at. Im mean heck, the patrons at my cousins coffee house can't be wrong!!!
It felt nice to beat the drums again. I truly felt free and alive. I could feel myself become on with the rhythm. It was easy for me to get lost in it, so easy I never noticed the man who was following me all day today, walk into the café.
He wore a gray suit with a dark blue necktie that was striped in gold. He appeared jet lagged as he constantly wiped his forehead that was beaded with sweat. He was an older gentleman I'd say in his fifties. He carried around a large briefcase that was apparently stuffed with papers and booklets and god knows what else. He limped around and then finally dumped the briefcase onto a table. He took out a photo and talked to a busgirl, she pointed at me and he made his was over. I saw him walk toward me; He smiled a little and waved his arms at me as if he wanted to talk. I stopped and looked at him. He pulled out a Japanese/English book and "attempted to speak in Japanese " umm hellooo?- are you takenouchi sora?--- can -we -please---communicate?-" I smiled at this American. "Luckily for you I know English!" I smiled. His eyebrows raised and he smiled a little embarrassed smile. "He shook my hand" Oh hehehe sorry, fist time visiting. Umm sora could we talk for a bit. My name
is Terry Scoggins." He handed me his bisnuess card. It read:
Terry Scoggins
Athletic Dept./Recruiter
University of Notre Dame.
I gulped,"What does he want with me?" I thought. We sat and he ordered some coffee on him. He was a fairly large man with brown curly hair and a large curly mustache, and he had the biggest smile, sort of like a jolly old elf. He got to the point. "Sora, have you ever heard of Notre Dame?" I chuckled "Of course, it's a very popular school in the states. The fighting Iris? "I said.
"Irish" He corrected. " Sora ,I watched you play Tennis when you visited the states a while back, and I have to say, my superiors and I were very impressed with what we saw. So much We'd like for you to come to our University and play tennis for us next year."
I gagged on my coffee; As soon as the coughing fit ended I regained my composure. "Whoa, "I said" You want me to go to school in America!?"
He looked at me puzzled "Umm yeah." .
I caught my breath " That might cost a fortune, and we don't have that much money!" He shook his head, "No No" He showed me a letter " Were prepared to offer you a full scholarship. You play Tennis for us, we will pick up your tab for schooling, food, dorm, everything." He handed me books and brochures about al I would needed to know about the collage. I started to go a little pale; a zillion thoughts were racing through my head. . He could tell I was overwhelmed. "Hey, Don't give me an answer now. In fact I would like to talk with you and your folks about this in the morning. " He left me some more pamphlets and a ND pin. "I have your number. I'll call you tonight and talk with your folks mayby we can have breakfast tomorrow." He stood up and wiped his forehead." I need to head back to my hotel room and rest. He gave me another of his cards, this time with his hotel and room number on it " If you need anything or have a question feel free to call me at my room or my cell
phone!" He smiled " I `m really glad to meet you Sora!, Hope to see you again!" As I watched him leave I looked at the lititure before me. This was real, very real. I had no clue what to do. . This would be a big big step in my life. This was my final year of high school and I knew mom was stressing about what to do for me and Collage. I think this was the answer we were looking for. I knew I was good at Tennis But I didn't think I was THAT good!. What to do?.......what to do............
Continued...