A/n: I have no idea where the story comes from. I just felt like writing.
As you will see it is not finished and nor will it. Hope you enjoy. The
next chapter will be a different story entirely.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything so you can't take it. *********
Kali sat at her normal boring desk. She looked around, 'First one here. . .again.' she thought sighing. She got up and stood in front of the window beside her desk. She watched the leaves fall.
Other students continued to pour in. They looked at the standing figure. Many of them had known her since they first started school, but she remained a mystery. They were all fascinated by her knee length hair. It would drag on the floor if she were to let it down from its bun at the base of her neck. Her skin was ivory white and her eyes were a jade green, very a peculiar for a Japanese girl. Her family was traditional.
Kali turned around and felt all eyes turn away from her. She sat down as the bell rang and the teacher walked in, leaving the door open.
"Alright class, it seems that we have a new student among us. I would like you to welcome Heero Yuy to our ranks." The teacher said just as a brown haired, blued eyed boy walked in.
He gave a short bow: "My name's Heero Yuy. It's a pleasure." He said. He stood in front of the class until the teacher spoke again.
"All right, you'll be sitting in front of Ms. Imahari." The male teacher said pointing to her.
He took the seat in front of her and class began. Kali's mind wandered as the teacher gave his lecture. She thought about what she would be doing with her father, mother, and brother. 'Paper work, baking, homework.' She thought.
"Ms. Imahari, can you please translate this sentence?" the teacher asked bringing her out of her reverie. All eyes had been on her when the teacher called her name three times with no response.
Kali stood up, went over to the board, and read the English sentence. She smirked and wrote the sentence in Japanese. She walked back to her seat.
"Thank you, Kali." The teacher said, disappointed.
The bell rang again and everyone filed out. The Japanese boy looked at his schedule. He walked out of the room to see the girl standing there. She gave a small (small because she never smiles) and pointed him down the hall way before she left.
Kali walked over to her next class. She walked in only to find a blonde boy with aquamarine eyes. She stared at him for a while and sat down at one of the clustered desks.
Students filed in as he watched the black haired girl walk away. 'That was peculiar.' He thought. Everyone seemed to avoid that one girl. 'It's almost like with Heero, Trowa, and Wufei.' He commented to himself. His butt was becoming numb from the sitting. Why wasn't the teacher there yet?
Students filed in at the last possible moment, along with the teacher. The blonde boy got up from his seat. The teacher looked slightly surprised but recovered quickly. He read the schedule the boy handed to him and then spoke a few words with him. The boy walked over to one of the empty seats in her group/ He smiled weakly at her.
"Students please say hello to Quatre Raberba Winner. He's come a very long way to be with us." The teacher said then he quickly changed the subject. "Okay, we're getting ready to start a project where each table will choose a culture or two and study it." The teacher said as he began to move about the room, handing out papers. "You will learn about your country. You will learn what kind of cultures it contains. When it originated and how. You will find out its economical and political situation. You will become the country and on Dec. 20 you will be dressed in the cultures native costume. You will give a report in front of the class about the things I just spoke about. You will be graded." He said as he reached their table. He handed both of them a sheet of paper. "This WILL be an outside project. You will have today and only today to work on it in class. You will choose your country. You have one month to complete it. Get started!"
He turned to them. "All right, Kali, I would like you to help Quatre out on this assignment. Good luck!" he said and walked off.
Kali looked at the blond boy and gave him a warm smile. "What culture would you like to do?" she asked quietly. Many of the students had stopped talking just to hear her speak.
"If you don't mind, I would like to do the Arabian culture." He said. She nodded and pulled out a note pad. She then pulled out a small pocket computer and showed him what they should do. He nodded and also began to write in a note book.
They talked quietly amongst themselves and before the period ended, they had exchanged addresses and phone numbers.
He cautiously showed her his schedule, "Would you happen to know where the English class is?" he timidly asked. She looked at his schedule and pointed him toward the class. He nodded, bowed, and took off.
Kali looked after him and waked off to her dance class. When she walked through the door, she happened to slam into someone who had been standing in the doorway. She backed away and looked up. The boy had light brown hair and green eyes.
He moved out of the way and she walked over to the girls dress room. Kali got into the school issued gown and walked out. 'It isn't fair. Why do we have to dress out but the guys get to stay in their clothes?' Kali thought maliciously.
She walked out and found the boy leaning against the wall with a foot firmly planted on it. She went over to her spot and sat on a chair that was assigned to her. (Get it an assigned chair! Ughhh. . .never mind.)
Kali went back to thinking and didn't see when the students, teachers walked in, or when the new boy stepped in front of her.
"Excuse me, Kali?" he said in a quiet voice. Kali looked up to see one green eye staring at her with the other covered by brown bangs. She nodded in acknowledgment. "I'm to be your partner. My name's Trowa Barton." He said helping her up.
"All right, students take your places. We're about to begin the waltz." The female teacher chimed in. "Grab your partners round the waist guys." The male teacher added.
Trowa reluctantly placed his hands on the girl. She gave him a scorcher of a look. It told him any wandering and he was toast. They listened as the music started up.
Trowa knew this dance well. Being raised in the courts of Europe, he had to know the dances. After about twenty minutes: "All right, kids, that's enough for today. Girls go change out of your gowns and boys take a breaker." The teachers said.
Trowa dropped his hands and Kali walked off. She changed out of the ridiculous gown and into her clothes. Next was lunch, at least for her. She picked up her stuff and walked out (Fully dressed). The bell rang as she walked out of the dressing room.
'My heads beginning to feel heavy,' she thought, as she made her way down the crowded hallways to the schools courtyard. Kali went outside and sat down beneath her favorite cherry tree (and oddly enough it was in bloom). She took in a deep breath and released it. Kali took out her obento as cherry petals floated down. She looked up and saw a Chinese boy lying on one of the branches above her. He looked to be asleep. She shook her head and began to eat.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything so you can't take it. *********
Kali sat at her normal boring desk. She looked around, 'First one here. . .again.' she thought sighing. She got up and stood in front of the window beside her desk. She watched the leaves fall.
Other students continued to pour in. They looked at the standing figure. Many of them had known her since they first started school, but she remained a mystery. They were all fascinated by her knee length hair. It would drag on the floor if she were to let it down from its bun at the base of her neck. Her skin was ivory white and her eyes were a jade green, very a peculiar for a Japanese girl. Her family was traditional.
Kali turned around and felt all eyes turn away from her. She sat down as the bell rang and the teacher walked in, leaving the door open.
"Alright class, it seems that we have a new student among us. I would like you to welcome Heero Yuy to our ranks." The teacher said just as a brown haired, blued eyed boy walked in.
He gave a short bow: "My name's Heero Yuy. It's a pleasure." He said. He stood in front of the class until the teacher spoke again.
"All right, you'll be sitting in front of Ms. Imahari." The male teacher said pointing to her.
He took the seat in front of her and class began. Kali's mind wandered as the teacher gave his lecture. She thought about what she would be doing with her father, mother, and brother. 'Paper work, baking, homework.' She thought.
"Ms. Imahari, can you please translate this sentence?" the teacher asked bringing her out of her reverie. All eyes had been on her when the teacher called her name three times with no response.
Kali stood up, went over to the board, and read the English sentence. She smirked and wrote the sentence in Japanese. She walked back to her seat.
"Thank you, Kali." The teacher said, disappointed.
The bell rang again and everyone filed out. The Japanese boy looked at his schedule. He walked out of the room to see the girl standing there. She gave a small (small because she never smiles) and pointed him down the hall way before she left.
Kali walked over to her next class. She walked in only to find a blonde boy with aquamarine eyes. She stared at him for a while and sat down at one of the clustered desks.
Students filed in as he watched the black haired girl walk away. 'That was peculiar.' He thought. Everyone seemed to avoid that one girl. 'It's almost like with Heero, Trowa, and Wufei.' He commented to himself. His butt was becoming numb from the sitting. Why wasn't the teacher there yet?
Students filed in at the last possible moment, along with the teacher. The blonde boy got up from his seat. The teacher looked slightly surprised but recovered quickly. He read the schedule the boy handed to him and then spoke a few words with him. The boy walked over to one of the empty seats in her group/ He smiled weakly at her.
"Students please say hello to Quatre Raberba Winner. He's come a very long way to be with us." The teacher said then he quickly changed the subject. "Okay, we're getting ready to start a project where each table will choose a culture or two and study it." The teacher said as he began to move about the room, handing out papers. "You will learn about your country. You will learn what kind of cultures it contains. When it originated and how. You will find out its economical and political situation. You will become the country and on Dec. 20 you will be dressed in the cultures native costume. You will give a report in front of the class about the things I just spoke about. You will be graded." He said as he reached their table. He handed both of them a sheet of paper. "This WILL be an outside project. You will have today and only today to work on it in class. You will choose your country. You have one month to complete it. Get started!"
He turned to them. "All right, Kali, I would like you to help Quatre out on this assignment. Good luck!" he said and walked off.
Kali looked at the blond boy and gave him a warm smile. "What culture would you like to do?" she asked quietly. Many of the students had stopped talking just to hear her speak.
"If you don't mind, I would like to do the Arabian culture." He said. She nodded and pulled out a note pad. She then pulled out a small pocket computer and showed him what they should do. He nodded and also began to write in a note book.
They talked quietly amongst themselves and before the period ended, they had exchanged addresses and phone numbers.
He cautiously showed her his schedule, "Would you happen to know where the English class is?" he timidly asked. She looked at his schedule and pointed him toward the class. He nodded, bowed, and took off.
Kali looked after him and waked off to her dance class. When she walked through the door, she happened to slam into someone who had been standing in the doorway. She backed away and looked up. The boy had light brown hair and green eyes.
He moved out of the way and she walked over to the girls dress room. Kali got into the school issued gown and walked out. 'It isn't fair. Why do we have to dress out but the guys get to stay in their clothes?' Kali thought maliciously.
She walked out and found the boy leaning against the wall with a foot firmly planted on it. She went over to her spot and sat on a chair that was assigned to her. (Get it an assigned chair! Ughhh. . .never mind.)
Kali went back to thinking and didn't see when the students, teachers walked in, or when the new boy stepped in front of her.
"Excuse me, Kali?" he said in a quiet voice. Kali looked up to see one green eye staring at her with the other covered by brown bangs. She nodded in acknowledgment. "I'm to be your partner. My name's Trowa Barton." He said helping her up.
"All right, students take your places. We're about to begin the waltz." The female teacher chimed in. "Grab your partners round the waist guys." The male teacher added.
Trowa reluctantly placed his hands on the girl. She gave him a scorcher of a look. It told him any wandering and he was toast. They listened as the music started up.
Trowa knew this dance well. Being raised in the courts of Europe, he had to know the dances. After about twenty minutes: "All right, kids, that's enough for today. Girls go change out of your gowns and boys take a breaker." The teachers said.
Trowa dropped his hands and Kali walked off. She changed out of the ridiculous gown and into her clothes. Next was lunch, at least for her. She picked up her stuff and walked out (Fully dressed). The bell rang as she walked out of the dressing room.
'My heads beginning to feel heavy,' she thought, as she made her way down the crowded hallways to the schools courtyard. Kali went outside and sat down beneath her favorite cherry tree (and oddly enough it was in bloom). She took in a deep breath and released it. Kali took out her obento as cherry petals floated down. She looked up and saw a Chinese boy lying on one of the branches above her. He looked to be asleep. She shook her head and began to eat.