Okay, peoples. The crazy old lady is modelled after my weird friend Irena,
and her catch phrase Pompina Power. Avril and Hope are based on my niece
and her girlfriend.
Chapter 3:
As her body left the windowsill, Michiru closed her eyes, ready for the pain. It never came. As Michiru hesitantly opened her eyes again, she felt two strong, but somehow feminine hands pull her roughly back in. Her eyes widened, and she struggled, terrified (it just had to be her father, ready to rape and beat her again) until the hands let go. She spun around, ready to scream, but standing behind her, an eyebrow raised, was the very person Michiru least expected to see. "Haruka Tenoh." Haruka tried to smile, but failed miserably. "Why, Michiru?" "Why what?" "Why. All this? What happened?" Michiru sighed. Haruka, I." She tried to explain, but couldn't get any more words out. Suddenly, Michiru remembered her mother's words, taunting her.
"Go upstairs and stay there, bitch."
"Because you're a sick little dyke." And even worse, her father, his voice full of drunken, abusive lust. "Now, into the bedroom, and I'll show you what you're missing out on, you little dyke bitch." Remembering those horrible times was too much, and Michiru broke down and started to sob. "Shhhh. It's okay, Michiru. Everything's going to be okay." Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru, and they sat there until Michiru stopped crying, and pulled away, her thick wavy hair falling free of the band that held it in place.
Haruka cleared her throat. "Listen, Michiru," she said, carefully avoiding the aqua haired girls eyes. "I'll give you my phone number, and I want you to call if you need comfort, okay? I'll see you round..." And then, without so much as a backward glance, she fled out the door, leaving Michiru crying into the pillow and clinging onto the piece of paper with Haruka's number on it. ------------------------ Haruka stumbled out of the room, shock finally making her tremble. The blonde collapsed into a corner, whimpering. I almost saw somebody kill themself. But why Michiru? God, she's so adorable... Haruka slowly walked out of the hospital, feeling what Haruka never thought she could feel for anybody again, not after her mother died.
" Oh god..." Haruka started thinking aloud, ignoring the weird stares she was getting. "I think I'm falling in love with someone I barely know. That can't be a good thing." Passers by gave her more strange looks, and one old man raised his cane in the air and yelled out: "Go get her, boyo!" Blushing furiously (while the crazy old lady who sat on the corner raised a long piece of metal in the air and yelled out "Pompina Power!" and the old man cackled loudly) Haruka edged slowly towards her car, jumped in and sped off. ------------------------ "Well, Michiru, it's good to have you back with us," smiled Michiru's favourite teacher, Miss Morrison. "I hope you feel better." Michiru smiled gratefully at her and nodded, and Miss Morrison started the lesson. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Michiru. Miss Morrison was gay. If anyone could help her, it would be Miss Morrison and her girlfriend Avril, who was the music instructor (who just happened to specialise in violin), which was one of the reasons she was also one of Michiru's favourite teachers.
Smiling, Michiru then managed to get through the English lesson. It seemed much quicker than usual. ------------------------ After class, to steady herself, Michiru went to get a quick drink of water. When she returned to the classroom, she found Avril sitting primly on the edge of Miss Morrison's desk, laughing at something. When everyone heard that the school now had a violin instructor, they assumed she'd be another boring old bag dressed in a suit. Boy, where they in for a shock. Avril was 21, and a complete and total skater girl, and it had become widely known that she taught her violin students how to play Good Charlotte and Avril Lavigne songs. Michiru entered the classroom, and both women looked up in surprise. "Oh! Hello, Michiru. What can I do for you?" "Michiru grinned. "Hi Miss Morrison, hi Avril." Miss Morrison pouted. "Hey! How come you call her by her first name? How many times have I told you to call me Hope?" Avril smirked. "Oh, I'm sure she will, Hopeless." Hope smirked back before pushing Avril off the desk. "HOPE! Not Hopeless!" A muffled voice rose from the floor. "Hey! I'll kill you!"
As amusing as this was, Michiru decided she should cut in. "Ummm. I was wondering if you could help me?" Avril stood back up, looking very undignified with her hair all over her face. "Me or her?" "Both of you." They nodded, suddenly serious. "Well, um, both of you know why I was in hospital, right, Mrs. I mean Hope?" Hope nodded solemnly. "Yes, we knew, but we figured you'd want it kept quiet." Michiru sniffled. "Yeah, well, Haruka came to visit, and." She trailed off, and Avril nodded. "Say no more. Sweetie, I happen to know that Haruka likes you very much." Hope laughed. "Oh, yeah, and you would know?" Without looking at her girlfriend, Avril yawned. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I would." Hope went red.
"Anyway, Michiru, if you really love her, tell her so. Tell her to give you a simple yes or no." Michiru flung her arms around both Avril and Hope, probably the only two adults that really cared. "Thank you." She sniffed, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you so much."
Chapter 3:
As her body left the windowsill, Michiru closed her eyes, ready for the pain. It never came. As Michiru hesitantly opened her eyes again, she felt two strong, but somehow feminine hands pull her roughly back in. Her eyes widened, and she struggled, terrified (it just had to be her father, ready to rape and beat her again) until the hands let go. She spun around, ready to scream, but standing behind her, an eyebrow raised, was the very person Michiru least expected to see. "Haruka Tenoh." Haruka tried to smile, but failed miserably. "Why, Michiru?" "Why what?" "Why. All this? What happened?" Michiru sighed. Haruka, I." She tried to explain, but couldn't get any more words out. Suddenly, Michiru remembered her mother's words, taunting her.
"Go upstairs and stay there, bitch."
"Because you're a sick little dyke." And even worse, her father, his voice full of drunken, abusive lust. "Now, into the bedroom, and I'll show you what you're missing out on, you little dyke bitch." Remembering those horrible times was too much, and Michiru broke down and started to sob. "Shhhh. It's okay, Michiru. Everything's going to be okay." Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru, and they sat there until Michiru stopped crying, and pulled away, her thick wavy hair falling free of the band that held it in place.
Haruka cleared her throat. "Listen, Michiru," she said, carefully avoiding the aqua haired girls eyes. "I'll give you my phone number, and I want you to call if you need comfort, okay? I'll see you round..." And then, without so much as a backward glance, she fled out the door, leaving Michiru crying into the pillow and clinging onto the piece of paper with Haruka's number on it. ------------------------ Haruka stumbled out of the room, shock finally making her tremble. The blonde collapsed into a corner, whimpering. I almost saw somebody kill themself. But why Michiru? God, she's so adorable... Haruka slowly walked out of the hospital, feeling what Haruka never thought she could feel for anybody again, not after her mother died.
" Oh god..." Haruka started thinking aloud, ignoring the weird stares she was getting. "I think I'm falling in love with someone I barely know. That can't be a good thing." Passers by gave her more strange looks, and one old man raised his cane in the air and yelled out: "Go get her, boyo!" Blushing furiously (while the crazy old lady who sat on the corner raised a long piece of metal in the air and yelled out "Pompina Power!" and the old man cackled loudly) Haruka edged slowly towards her car, jumped in and sped off. ------------------------ "Well, Michiru, it's good to have you back with us," smiled Michiru's favourite teacher, Miss Morrison. "I hope you feel better." Michiru smiled gratefully at her and nodded, and Miss Morrison started the lesson. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Michiru. Miss Morrison was gay. If anyone could help her, it would be Miss Morrison and her girlfriend Avril, who was the music instructor (who just happened to specialise in violin), which was one of the reasons she was also one of Michiru's favourite teachers.
Smiling, Michiru then managed to get through the English lesson. It seemed much quicker than usual. ------------------------ After class, to steady herself, Michiru went to get a quick drink of water. When she returned to the classroom, she found Avril sitting primly on the edge of Miss Morrison's desk, laughing at something. When everyone heard that the school now had a violin instructor, they assumed she'd be another boring old bag dressed in a suit. Boy, where they in for a shock. Avril was 21, and a complete and total skater girl, and it had become widely known that she taught her violin students how to play Good Charlotte and Avril Lavigne songs. Michiru entered the classroom, and both women looked up in surprise. "Oh! Hello, Michiru. What can I do for you?" "Michiru grinned. "Hi Miss Morrison, hi Avril." Miss Morrison pouted. "Hey! How come you call her by her first name? How many times have I told you to call me Hope?" Avril smirked. "Oh, I'm sure she will, Hopeless." Hope smirked back before pushing Avril off the desk. "HOPE! Not Hopeless!" A muffled voice rose from the floor. "Hey! I'll kill you!"
As amusing as this was, Michiru decided she should cut in. "Ummm. I was wondering if you could help me?" Avril stood back up, looking very undignified with her hair all over her face. "Me or her?" "Both of you." They nodded, suddenly serious. "Well, um, both of you know why I was in hospital, right, Mrs. I mean Hope?" Hope nodded solemnly. "Yes, we knew, but we figured you'd want it kept quiet." Michiru sniffled. "Yeah, well, Haruka came to visit, and." She trailed off, and Avril nodded. "Say no more. Sweetie, I happen to know that Haruka likes you very much." Hope laughed. "Oh, yeah, and you would know?" Without looking at her girlfriend, Avril yawned. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I would." Hope went red.
"Anyway, Michiru, if you really love her, tell her so. Tell her to give you a simple yes or no." Michiru flung her arms around both Avril and Hope, probably the only two adults that really cared. "Thank you." She sniffed, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you so much."
