A/N Okay! I've had this chapter uploaded for a while but I finally got time to post it! YAY! At any rate, here's chapter four ya'll! Enjoy!

Sunday Morning's Child

Chapter 4

Did You Catch That Plate Number?

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

"Watch out! Run away cart!"

"Huh?" Miaka looks up just in time to see a cart loaded with books come flying at her. Unfortunately not in time to avoid it though. She shortly found herself laying on the floor with books all around and her head spinning. "What was the number of that truck?"

A young boy with his short brown hair pulled up into a top knot comes running up to her. "Hey! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! Miss? Miss!"

Miaka shakes her head slightly before groaning and rubbing at a sore spot at the small of her back. Yeah, that hurt... She then looks up at the hand being offered to help her up, placing her hand in his only to accidentally bring him crashing down on top of her. "Oh! I'm sorry! I pulled too hard! I didn't mean..." Miaka finds herself staring into the face of the young boy for a moment before finding herself torn between hugging him tightly and quickly scrambling away. First Hotohori, then Nuriko, now Chiriko!

"It's ok. It's my fault for knocking you over. Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

Miaka shakes her head as they both pick themselves up off the floor. "It's all right. I've just had a rough day. Well, I got to get back to class. My name's Miaka Yuuki if you ever need anything." She gathered a few books and helped him put them back on the cart.

Greatful for her help, he happily introduces himself. "Mine is Oh Do-Kun. But you can call me Chiriko, like my big brother does."

She nods, brushing herself and beginning to walk away. That was it, it was official, she was losing her mind pure and simple.

His brother, Chichiri, had told him not to worry, that he was sure to quickly make a new friend or two. He was probably one of a few young boys with an older brother that could honestly say he was glad when his brother was right about this sort of thing.

Chichiri also seemed to have a way of making people smile. Maybe he'd be able to cheer Miaka up! "Miaka! Wait up! You think you could meet me at the front gates after school?"

"I suppose so. Why?"

"I just want to introduce you to someone is all. I'll tell you more later."

Miaka arches an eyebrow, shrugging indifferently. "All right. Um, Chiriko?"

"Yes?"

"What grade are you in out of curiosity?"

"What? Oh. I'm a third year although I should only be a first because of my age."

Miaka nods a moment before waving to Chiriko. "I got to go! I'll see you at the gates!"

"Ok! Later!"