Kelly! XD You crack me up. (And just so you know, the bonsai kitten thing is a big hoax….) And now for a chapter. With EMAIL. I love email. Email me. Anyway, this chapter also has BRICK THROWING ACTION. And trust me, no matter how strong you are; a brick to the head will still hurt. And everyone's human. So it hurts more if you're not all Saiya-jiny and stuff. (That will actually have relevance later in the chapter) And yes, I skip stuff out. Like, whole weeks of stuff. AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Unname83@hotmail.com
Re: Feeling down…
Hey. Do you even use this email anymore? I haven't talked to you online for a long time, but you already know that.
I've been kinda cold lately, I suppose, towards you and everyone else, but none of you really know what I'm going through. You can't, not really. Nobody's really been much help, but I don't blame any of you for it. I just need to detach myself for a while, think things over alone. Of course, my father would never concede that I might know what's best for me at the moment, and he's decided I'm becoming too isolated, and I shouldn't let what's happened affect my relationships. At the moment though, I don't really have any desire to save my relationships.
I'm rambling, aren't I? To cut a long story short, Dad thinks I should be associating more and has decided I need to get out, but I don't want to see everyone. I don't think I can cope with the noise, and with all the people trying to comfort me.
What I'm trying to say is, I need to get out, have lunch, and do something like a movie or maybe just wandering down at the waterfront, and I don't want the whole group to come. I was wondering if you were busy Saturday?
Funny how it took me so many words to get around to that one question. I'm still not thinking clearly, I suppose.
3 Juu
o0Juuchan0o@hotmail.com
Re: Re: Feeling down…
Yeah, I'm still using this one as you can probably tell by the fact that I'm replying. I'd be happy to go somewhere Saturday. Lunch and then wherever, I can catch the bus from either of the places you suggested. If you're coming to school this week we can organise then, but just email me if you're not going to be there. Everyone will understand.
Unname83@hotmail.com
Re: Maybe
I'm not sure about school. I might come on Thursday and Friday but I'm not sure. The funeral's on Wednesday, 10am and I've been instructed to invite you all. Lunch then the waterfront works well for me, the bus from there goes to my street. It's peaceful there too. Meet me at the bus stop outside that big fish and chip shop and we can find somewhere for lunch. In all honesty, I'm almost looking forward to stopping my self-imposed isolation.
3 Juu
o0Juuchan0o@hotmail.com
Re: ok
It's a deal then. See you there.
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Buruma knocked on the forest green door and waited anxiously, fiddling with the tassel on her belt. It wasn't long before some muffled thumps emanated from inside the house and the door swung open to reveal a young girl staring up at her. She sported blonde ringlets pulled into two pigtails, reminding Buruma of her own disastrous hairstyle and leading her to pat the aforementioned atrocity self-consciously ((try saying that one 3 times fast)). Buruma opened her mouth to speak, and as she did so the little girl's chocolate brown eyes narrowed and her slightly pudgy little fists came to rest on her hips.
"You tried to break my brother! You're a meanie!" The offender pursed her lips and tried to steady her breathing.
"I didn't try to break your brother, and I've come to apologise anyway. Please let me in?" Her voice oozed sincerity and innocence, and the child was easily convinced, flinging the door wide open and gesturing for Buruma to enter.
Standing in the hallway, Buruma tried to gather her thoughts. She would not be so irrational now as she had been before. Kami knows she didn't need a criminal record. Ok, the parents would be mad. That was understandable. After all, she had thrown a brick at one of their sons (although, if it was her, she'd just be glad Aaron wasn't the injured one, he was the one worth keeping around) and for all she knew, Buruma could have seriously injured the guy, she didn't even know where she hit him. She remembered him insulting her, and a battle of words, but that was only the beginning. Then he'd started threatening her. The arsehole had actually threatened her with physical harm, in the middle of the school grounds, where everyone could see. It was just a pity he'd spoken so low, or someone would've come rushing to her defence and none of this would have happened anyway. When he'd threatened her, she'd panicked. She'd picked up the nearest thing to her hand (which just so happened to be a broken half brick from the renovations currently taking place near where she and her friends ate lunch) and thrown it as hard she could in his general direction. It hit him. She didn't see where. In fact, after that, all she saw was people crowding around her attacker, and she was taken off to the principal's office.
She was lucky she was such a good student, and lucky Bejita had a history of expulsions from various schools, for she was believed, and while the incident was noted on her school report, it had gone no further than that and a grounding.
"Hello-o? Are you stupid? Mummy and Daddy said they'll talk to you," Buruma snapped out of her necessary narration induced stupor and smiled down at the little girl, finding her intensely annoying.
"Thank you," she said stiffly, and walked into what appeared to be the lounge area of an open plan section of the house. Standing over towards a sofa that was remarkably clean, beige and unrumpled for a household containing a young child, was a tallish, grey haired man, gesturing profusely whilst speaking aggressively to an Asian man with boyish features. Beside them, sitting on the immaculate sofa was a chunky, 40'ish woman with fading blonde ringlets and not much in the way of height. She looked up as Buruma entered the room and reached over to grab at the greying man's shirtsleeve. When he noticed Buruma, his eyes narrowed and he asked her to come and sit down. She nervously shuffled over and perched herself on the arm of a coffee-coloured leather armchair opposite the two people who were apparently Bejita's parents. There was an awkward silence.
"I assume you came here to apologise, Miss Briefs." Buruma nodded quietly. The man had an intimidating manner, just in the way he stood, the way he held his arms and his head, the way he spoke. He scared her. "I'm glad your family has offered to pay the medical expenses. Because of this we can agree to not press any charges against you, as much as I'd like to." At this the sitting woman frowned.
"We wouldn't press charges, dear. I understand that Bejita can be a problem at times, he has trouble channelling his assertiveness effectively," Buruma had to smother a joyless laugh at that line. 'Trouble channelling his assertiveness'? More like ' trouble not being a violent, sociopathic delinquent'. "Although," she spoke up again, "I would like to know exactly what he could have done that would prompt you to, err… take such violent action?"
Buruma coughed nervously. "He, uh, insulted me, and my mother, and then he threatened me. It was self defence, really," she glanced anxiously over at Bejita's father, afraid he would blow up at her at any moment. When his glare simply deepened she allowed herself to breathe again.
"What I want to know," he growled at her "Is why you've waited until Friday afternoon to apologise for assaulting our son on Tuesday. It doesn't exactly encourage us to foster a view of you as a caring girl who made a mistake." She felt like crying. She wished she'd just let him hit her and insult her and do whatever else he wanted. She'd spent all Tuesday night crying and throwing up because she'd never been in such trouble in her life. She was a good girl, and to be perceived as not scared her. It made her physically ill. It had made her an insensitive and distracted friend at Juuhachigou's mother's funeral and quite possibly ruined their friendship. And Kami only knows what sort of rumours were washing over the student body. She hadn't had the guts to attend school since Tuesday.
"I… I don't know… I was upset, I suppose. I… can I see him? Bejita, that is. To say sorry, I mean." Mrs. Ouji ((ok, I suck)) looked over at the Asian man, who shot her husband's back an exasperated look, threw his hands up in the air and stalked out of the room angrily.
"Dr. Wu says that if Geoff is going to insist on keeping the poor boy here then you may as well see him, but he belongs in hospital." At this the teenager's eyes widened. Hospital! She'd had no idea that she'd injured him so badly. She felt that sick feeling rising up in her stomach again, threatening a disastrous display of her weak stomach, as she stood to follow Mrs. Ouji out of the room. Hospital. Well, bricks were pretty dangerous, but still. She threw like a girl, and Bejita worked out a lot. "I assume you know what sort of injuries were sustained, so I won't bother going into that." When she saw the clueless look on Buruma's face, Mrs. Ouji continued, mounting carpeted stairs as she did so, "The brick hit him in the head, he's very lucky not to have sustained more severe injuries. You're not much of a thrower, are you dear. Well, he's got himself quite a concussion, poor boy. We're thinking there must be something more to that actually, because he's still disoriented and woozy and it was several days ago. Geoff, however, refuses to let him go down to the hospital, and has planted in Bejita's head the idea that Dr. Wu is bad news, and the hospital would not help him, it would just make things worse. Well, back onto the subject of injuries," by now they were standing outside a whitewashed wooden door, presumably leading into the bedroom where Bejita was nursing his wounds. "At the moment he's all bandaged up, the whole side of his face is swollen, he can't see out of his left eye because of the swelling. He looks terrible. I think little Lori's feeling a bit put out, because she's not in the spotlight for the moment. Lori being our daughter, of course. The youngest. You spoke to her before."
Upon finishing her little talk, she opened the door and stepped inside, gesturing for Buruma to follow and shutting the door behind them. Bejita looked up from the book he was apparently reading, and surveyed his visitors critically. He was obviously displeased by Buruma's presence, and probably by the look on her face, if she looked as concerned and surprised as she felt. His head was swathed in bandages, as was the left side of his face. He frowned, and then tried to repress a flinch at the movement of his facial musculature.
"Bejita, dear. You know you should be lying down. And I don't like that flinching, have you been taking your medication?" He grumbled something about not needing it and his mother's fists flew to her ample hips, "You most certainly do need that medication! The doctor said so, and don't you go about thinking you can ignore doctor's orders just because you're athletic. You need to take care of yourself as much as anyone else. The entire experience with that Ami girl should have taught you that. She used to be such a good runner, that girl, and look where she's ended up!" Her son looked embarrassed and she quieted somewhat, dragging a chair over from the desk for Buruma to sit on.
After setting the scene to her satisfaction, she slipped out the door, allowing it to click shut behind her, leaving Buruma squirming awkwardly under Bejita's scrutinising gaze, wondering just how to apologise for throwing something at his head.
And then, I got really bored and my cat wouldn't stop walking all over the keyboard so I stopped. But there will be more.
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And would you believe it? I wrote a chapter that came to 2000 words. I have such skill. Fear me. Actually no, I read parts of this chapter over again (I never re-read my stuff) and it's such crap. I so suck. But you should review anyway, because I love you, and you will die in 7 days if you do not review.