AN: Special thankies to Draechaeli  and Yami Silverdramon. You guy's (or gals…er somin') rock!!! That must mean something coming from me. XD Glomps Draechaeli and Yami Silverdramon                                                                                                    

Disclaimer: I'm still in denial…b-but this skeery dude in a black suit and shades said I don't own Spirited Away…that dude's craaaaaazy.

Chapter 2:

Chihiro stared out at the acres of trees; the leaves rustling at the slightest touch of wind. She breathed deep into the sweet, fresh air. The sun was shining and the day was young, and all Chihiro could do was stare into empty space on the cold rough surface of a rock outside the train station she'd been to so many times before.

"Never look back," he had said to her. And she never did.

Something about that moment must have shook her awake, because the next second she got off her dead ass and the only thing that was on the now 16-year-old Chihiro's mind was "High School exams," and "must study."

She ran with her school bag banging against her side as fast as she could via a shortcut she found through the Kami no Fukai (her own special name for the forest surrounding the train station). She hopped on to the side walk that bordered the forest and just happened to run into Tekeshi Shinji.

Shinji was sort of a prep/pretty boy that had a little thing for Chihiro since she move from Kyoto four years ago. Chihiro was quite aware of this fact, but sadly Shinji didn't know how to take a hint; so naturally when Chihiro was forced to work on her free response history project with him, that also happened to count for half her grade, her mood suddenly turned from apprehension to bitter remorse.

"Hey Chihiro," said Tekeshi in that voice that says don't reject my futile attempted to make small talk and your sooo far out of my league all at the same time.

"Umm.. nice weather we're having," Tekeshi laughed nervously.

The truth was that Chihiro was not out of his league but well below it. She was kind of a loser on the social food chain. At first sight, no one could get past her bright blue bangs and the freckles she always thought hideous, nor the fact that whenever she wasn't in her school uniform she would always be the girl with the oversized t-shirt and baggy pants that of course gave her the "behind her back" title of the transsexual female.

Chihiro gave Tekeshi the death stare. She desperately wanted to flick the poor love-sick bastard off, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Not now Tekeshi," was as far as she could get. She walked as fast as she could in the other direction and decided to take an alternative route to her house. She was desperate to get away from that dazed look Shinji got after Chihiro graced him with a word or two.

When she got to her little two story house, that badly needed a paint job, she found that once again her parents weren't around to greet her, nor had she expected them to be. Both her parents worked as engineers, but once in a while, she wished that they could acknowledge Chihiro's existence. It was a fruitless optimism.

She ran up the stairs to the attic that that was also her bedroom, dropped her backpack next to her desk and started studying. Even though Chihiro had the physique of a future hobo, she was always in the top three of her class when it came to the big exams and she wasn't about to give up her rank.

 Chihiro woke up with a start. It was midnight and she had fallen asleep at her desk, a fact which was made blatantly apparent by the cramp in her neck. She sat up straight and rubbed her eyes. She opened the desk drawer to the right of her chair and admired the purple threads that gleamed back at her. She tied her hair back then picked up her school bag and a flashlight and headed out for a walk through the Fukai no Kami once again. She could never get the forest out of her mind when she was studying, so she thought it would be best to do little studying outside for a change.

All that could be heard as she neared the train station was the whistle of the wind and the chirping of crickets.

AN:

Oh the joy of chirping of crickets.      Eeek. Don't own ee cumings either.

That's probably what yer hearing right now isn't it…..ISN'T IT!!!

flicks bottle cap at crickets

crickets eat redwater dragon

crickets sell bones to aznitsud

aznitsud chokes on bones, then falls over and dies

well, like I said before…review pleeeeeez and don't leave me in even more confusion than I all ready am. Believe me, you don't want to leave me in more confusion than I already am…just ask aznitsud.     D