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Turns of the Tide

Chapter 2: New life, new rules and a new person…

"Come on, wake up! Wake up!!" A rough voice cried outside of Kimiko's cell, ringing a bell and walking up and down the hallway. The delinquent children stirred in their beds, and got up. Kimiko was already awake: she had been sitting on the floor hugging her knees all night. She was unable to sleep, since every time she climbed into bed it creaked horrendously, and she was afraid it would collapse from underneath her.

"Toho! Hurry up and get dressed!! Community service starts in 10 minutes!" Kimiko slipped off her old jumpsuit from last night and picked up the new one the woman had left at the door. She put it on and shoved her feet into the metal-lined boots. The woman opened her cell door, and pushed Kimiko in the direction of the steadily growing line forming at the door. They walked forward, out of the building and across the road into Central Park. Someone was waiting at the gates, giving out different assortments of mops, brooms, and various other cleaning tools. Kimiko got handed a broom, and the man pointed to a leafy spot 20 feet away from where they were standing. She guessed that was where she was meant to clean up the leaves. Since it was a week until Christmas, leaves were still floating around on the ground from the past autumn season, and some trees were still clinging on to them, afraid to be alone and barefor the winter.

Christmas at the Toho's before Kimiko's father lost his job was extravagant. Mistletoe would hang from every doorway, tinsel lined the pillars andat least 3Christmas trees were in every room, with only the finest baubles from Tiffany's and Ernest Jones. Several different types of mince pies, mulled wine, turkey, roast potatoes, and handmade, beautifully icedChristmas cakes imported from Germany lined the buffet table in the Grand Dining Hall. Kimiko would wake up early and run down the marble staircase, being chased by an angry servant or two, and slid, in her bedsocks, into the Lounge. Her parents would follow, after being woken up from their sugar-plum dreams by Kimiko's squealing. They would open their presents, and then spend the rest of the day playing with them, or watching Christmas movies on TV until dinner.

Kimiko missed all of this when her father became redundant. All they could afford was a 2-foot tall treein their dark and dismal homeand a few minor presents. Christmas Day was nothing more than a normal day along with the holidays. It wasn't much different in Juvy. All to show for it was a string of tinsel above the doorway.

Kimiko started to sweep the leaves up, and created a little pile that she would eventually sweep into a bin bag. She looked at her watch: 8:10. Boys from the private school walk through here in the morning and afternoon, so she was expecting a few hordes of boys passing by.

Soon enough, they started to come in by the bundle. Sharp-dressed boys in red blazers and black trousers were chatting and pointing at car magazines some were holding. All of them were in groups, apart from one. A tall, tanned boy, about the age of 14, walked through the park. Kimiko looked at him, and caught his hypnotizing green eyes. He stroked his hand through his brown hair, and ignored all of the other juveniles sweeping leaves or picking rubbish, until he walked by Kimiko. He stared at her and gave her a really dirty look. Or what seemed like a dirty look, she couldn't say for sure.

Either way, he didn't ignore her like he did with the other people. Kimiko stared back in awe: did he recognize her? Kimiko's father had been in the press enough times, and with Kimiko in the photos as well. It was perfectly possible, but something told her that wasn't the deal.

Seven hours later, Kimiko was almost finished with her leaves. The man from the gate had 'accidentally on purpose' knocked over her almost-full bin bag, resulting in Kimiko starting again.

It was the end of school for the boys, so they were beginning to walk back again through the park. And sure enough was the boy with the green eyes. He ignored everyone else as before, and he stared at Kimiko again. She looked at him, and thenlooked away, concentrating on sweeping the remainder of the leaves up. Despite the constant feeling of those deep green eyes boring into her, she resisted the strong urge to look into those two-toneeyes; the swirls of light green and dark green, all in two tiny circles.

"Toho! Come on, back into your cell!" The woman shouted from the gates, and Kimiko ran towards her, as fast as she could with the bag of leaves in her hands. She ran across the road and dumped the bag at the gate. She walked into the dimly lit hallway, and into her cell. The woman followed closely behind and locked her in for the night.

The same routine followed for the next few days: wake up and get dressed, go to the park, sweep up leaves, see the green-eyed boy, sweep more leaves, see the green-eyed boy, get locked back in, etc. The green-eyed boy really troubled Kimiko: if he recognised her from the papers surely he wouldn't stare whenever he saw her, right?

One afternoon, after one heavy morning of litter-picking, the boys from St Peter's Prep School for Boys (Kimiko had caught sight of the coat of arms on one of the boys jacket's) came walking through, noses in car magazines or the odd X-rated, adult one. And, on cue, was the green-eyed boy. Kimiko was sitting on the floor when he passed. His usual dirty look caught Kimiko again, but she was having none of it. She had had enough of the dirty looks and the stares. She stood up, and tapped him on the shoulder when hehad stopped staring, and got ready to give him a piece of her mind…

A/N: Duh duh duuuuuhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! What will happen next!!!!! You'll have to wait until… I dunno… Friday? Anyway, dewa mata!!! (Sayonara is Japanese for bye bye by the way. Tune in next time for more Japanese translations!)

Merii Kurisumasu!!