Hey everybody! Long time no see. School's just been a killer, and this
chapter was really hard for me to write. One of those transition chapters,
you know? Well, I hope you like it!
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"How can anyone wear this?" Ayumi screeched, "It's so SHORT!"
They were in the middle of trying on school uniforms, and Ayumi couldn't believe that people actually had to wear this ridiculous outfit. It looked like some kind of sailor suit, but who would dress like that in Jubban? They were 50 miles away from the ocean!
But Motoki had told her that she should start going to school, and despite all of her protestations, he had not budged from that stance. After all, he told her. Everyone else her age (whatever that was) went to school, and if she ever wanted to make something of her life then she should too.
The only problem was without knowing about her past, how could she focus on her future? Besides which, all of the other students would be so far ahead of her it wouldn't even be funny. Questions on Math and Science, and even History would be totally beyond her. Not because she wasn't smart, because she didn't think she was stupid. It was more because she didn't think she remembered anything that they had already learned. Sure, sometimes she would look at something and think of how it could be taken apart. Or she would have ideas pop into her head and she had no idea where it came from. But this was all random, and she couldn't control when she could suddenly remember something, and she didn't want to seem like a total idiot in front of complete strangers.
Which brought up another problem. So far the only person that she had really gotten to know so far was Motoki. And she had the distinct impression that everyone wasn't as nice as he was. Motoki had taken her in when no one else knew her; a complete stranger off the street and given her food, shelter, and even a job.
A slight smile pulled at Ayumi's lips as she remembered. She had had to beg to convince Motoki to give her a job. He seemed to think that she didn't need to do anything to help, and didn't want to inconvenience her. But she couldn't stop feeling bad about taking advantage of him, despite what he said. Besides, she really wanted to help. Which was why he had finally acquiesced to have her work in the afternoons. She had just started yesterday, and although she had no clue what exactly she was doing, it felt good to actually do something with her day.
She turned around as Motoki started to talk. He sounded flustered "I really don't know Usagi. But it is required, and even when I was a senior I had to wear one too."
Ayumi looked at him shocked. "You had to wear a SKIRT!"
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
Ayumi sat up with a start. What was that awful noise? Groggily she turned over her bed and pushed her clock off her dresser, and once more closed her eyes and fell asleep.
***
"Ayumi!" She shivered with cold as her blanket was snatched away from her, and tried to find warmth in her pillow, but the brisk morning air wouldn't allow it. Through bleary eyes she turned over and looked at Motoki with shocked eyes. What was he doing?
"Ayumi, do you have any idea what time it is?" He didn't wait for her to answer before he shouted. "It's 7:55 and your first day of school starts at eight!"
Ayumi screeched and jumped out of her bed. She ran over to her closet and was just about to get dressed before she turned around and raised one eyebrow at Motoki. He blushed a deep red and quickly retreated.
If Motoki had ever lived at Usagi's house, he would have found Ayumi's morning ritual incredibly familiar as she became a blur and quickly dressed, and unknowingly started to pull her hair up into pigtails. When it wasn't long enough she looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her shoulder length reddish brown hair was strung in her fingers in the oddest fashion, and quickly she let it go and decided to wear it down today.
But she couldn't spare any time to wonder what she had been doing as the clock now read 8:02, and she was already late. Running faster than she would have ever thought herself capable of she sprinted out the door and with one hand shoveled food into her mouth from the pancakes and eggs Motoki had make for her while her other scooped up her backpack that they had bought and filled with school supplies the other day. Motoki just looked at her shocked as she ran out of the door at full tilt. He glanced at the clock and saw that it now read 8:05. He had no idea anyone could get ready so quickly, and Ayumi did it with such a practiced art that he couldn't help but wonder if in her previous life this was commonplace. And there was something so familiar about it all, watching her eat faster than he even thought possible.
***
Ayumi ran at full tilt down the sidewalk, trying to get to school as soon as possible. She really didn't want to make a bad impression, and why did she have to go and break her alarm clock instead of getting up?! As she sprinted she felt the hard concrete pound beneath her feet, and the wind blow through her loose hair. Why did this all feel so familiar? Acting on an impulse Ayumi kept on her headlong rush, but quickly glanced beside her. For some reason she wasn't really surprised to see that running next to her, pace on pace was another girl. She had long blonde hair that flowed in streamers behind her and a fixated but panicked expression on her face. Doubtlessly she was late too. Ayumi smiled and turned to say hello, but as soon as she took her eyes off the girl she was gone.
Ayumi stopped at the corner she was about to turn, and looked behind her. She could have sworn.where did that girl go? She couldn't just vanish like that! But she just shook her head and turned the corner at a much slower pace, still in shock.
And somehow managed to stop right before she crashed into a familiar black haired man. Mamoru looked at her with a mixture of surprise and disgust, and when he glanced at his watch quickly the disgust vanished to be replaced by only incredible alarm. Ayumi couldn't know this was the exact minute that Usagi consistently crashed into him every morning, so she just nodded hello and continued her flight towards school.
Mamoru watched her retreating back and shook his head. It was just a coincidence. It had to be.
***
Ayumi raced through the door and stopped so quickly she almost fell over. She glanced at her watch. It was 8:10; she had managed to get there in 5 minutes.
A blue haired woman (AN: I really don't remember what color Mrs. Haruna's hair is.) scowled at her for a minute, before turning to smile at the class.
"Everybody, I would like to introduce our new student who finally decided to grace us with her presence." Ayumi felt all of the blood rush to her head and begin to pound in her ears; nope, definitely not a good impression. She gave a weary smile and allowed Mrs. Haruna to continue speaking.
"Her name is Ayumi." She looked confusedly at her paper and then back to Ayumi. "All it says is her name is Ayumi, so Ayumi, would you like to tell us a little about yourself."
Ayumi stuttered, totally at a loss for words. Finally she managed to get out. "I'm.new in town. I'm staying above the arcade with my.friend, and I have a part time job after school." After that she just stopped and looked nervously at the teacher. What more was there to say? She didn't know her last name, let alone her first. She had no idea where she came from, or what her hobbies were. And she definitely didn't want anyone to know why. They would only think her even more of a freak.
"Now, would anyone like to volunteer to show Ayumi around school today?" She waited and there was only complete stillness in the room. "Anyone? Well, Ami, why don't you show her around?"
"Yes Mrs. Haruna." A small girl with short blue hair answered obediently, if a bit unsurely.
"Now Ayumi, why don't you go and take a seat behind Naru?" Ayumi assumed she was talking about the red headed girl, as that was the only empty seat in the class. She tried to smile at her new classmates as she went to the desk. But they were all giving her cold looks, especially four girls; one with black hair, a brunette, a blonde, and Ami, the girl who was going to show her around school. She shivered and tried to ignore them. She had no way of knowing that the desk she was going to sit in was the one that used to be claimed by Usagi, and everyone had refused to sit in it since her death. They all thought it would be a sort of sacrilege, as if sitting there would be saying that she was really gone.
She slumped into her chair and dropped her backpack by he desk. This was going to be a long day.
***
I know, it's really not a cliffhanger, but I needed to get something out there. So, tell me was anyone else creeped out by Ayumi seeing a blonde with meatballs on her head as she was running to school? I got shivers as I wrote it. And if anyone wants to know why she's seeing a girl that used to be her.someone who is now dead all you need to do is ask.
So please review.
Or email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com
IMPORTANT QUESTION! Now, I need help. Can anyone think of anything that Usagi used to do, that Ayumi could do instinctively? Such as getting up late and rushing to school, a certain way to twirl her hair around her finger, anything to make other people think and wonder.
THANK YOU!
***
"How can anyone wear this?" Ayumi screeched, "It's so SHORT!"
They were in the middle of trying on school uniforms, and Ayumi couldn't believe that people actually had to wear this ridiculous outfit. It looked like some kind of sailor suit, but who would dress like that in Jubban? They were 50 miles away from the ocean!
But Motoki had told her that she should start going to school, and despite all of her protestations, he had not budged from that stance. After all, he told her. Everyone else her age (whatever that was) went to school, and if she ever wanted to make something of her life then she should too.
The only problem was without knowing about her past, how could she focus on her future? Besides which, all of the other students would be so far ahead of her it wouldn't even be funny. Questions on Math and Science, and even History would be totally beyond her. Not because she wasn't smart, because she didn't think she was stupid. It was more because she didn't think she remembered anything that they had already learned. Sure, sometimes she would look at something and think of how it could be taken apart. Or she would have ideas pop into her head and she had no idea where it came from. But this was all random, and she couldn't control when she could suddenly remember something, and she didn't want to seem like a total idiot in front of complete strangers.
Which brought up another problem. So far the only person that she had really gotten to know so far was Motoki. And she had the distinct impression that everyone wasn't as nice as he was. Motoki had taken her in when no one else knew her; a complete stranger off the street and given her food, shelter, and even a job.
A slight smile pulled at Ayumi's lips as she remembered. She had had to beg to convince Motoki to give her a job. He seemed to think that she didn't need to do anything to help, and didn't want to inconvenience her. But she couldn't stop feeling bad about taking advantage of him, despite what he said. Besides, she really wanted to help. Which was why he had finally acquiesced to have her work in the afternoons. She had just started yesterday, and although she had no clue what exactly she was doing, it felt good to actually do something with her day.
She turned around as Motoki started to talk. He sounded flustered "I really don't know Usagi. But it is required, and even when I was a senior I had to wear one too."
Ayumi looked at him shocked. "You had to wear a SKIRT!"
***
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Ayumi sat up with a start. What was that awful noise? Groggily she turned over her bed and pushed her clock off her dresser, and once more closed her eyes and fell asleep.
***
"Ayumi!" She shivered with cold as her blanket was snatched away from her, and tried to find warmth in her pillow, but the brisk morning air wouldn't allow it. Through bleary eyes she turned over and looked at Motoki with shocked eyes. What was he doing?
"Ayumi, do you have any idea what time it is?" He didn't wait for her to answer before he shouted. "It's 7:55 and your first day of school starts at eight!"
Ayumi screeched and jumped out of her bed. She ran over to her closet and was just about to get dressed before she turned around and raised one eyebrow at Motoki. He blushed a deep red and quickly retreated.
If Motoki had ever lived at Usagi's house, he would have found Ayumi's morning ritual incredibly familiar as she became a blur and quickly dressed, and unknowingly started to pull her hair up into pigtails. When it wasn't long enough she looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her shoulder length reddish brown hair was strung in her fingers in the oddest fashion, and quickly she let it go and decided to wear it down today.
But she couldn't spare any time to wonder what she had been doing as the clock now read 8:02, and she was already late. Running faster than she would have ever thought herself capable of she sprinted out the door and with one hand shoveled food into her mouth from the pancakes and eggs Motoki had make for her while her other scooped up her backpack that they had bought and filled with school supplies the other day. Motoki just looked at her shocked as she ran out of the door at full tilt. He glanced at the clock and saw that it now read 8:05. He had no idea anyone could get ready so quickly, and Ayumi did it with such a practiced art that he couldn't help but wonder if in her previous life this was commonplace. And there was something so familiar about it all, watching her eat faster than he even thought possible.
***
Ayumi ran at full tilt down the sidewalk, trying to get to school as soon as possible. She really didn't want to make a bad impression, and why did she have to go and break her alarm clock instead of getting up?! As she sprinted she felt the hard concrete pound beneath her feet, and the wind blow through her loose hair. Why did this all feel so familiar? Acting on an impulse Ayumi kept on her headlong rush, but quickly glanced beside her. For some reason she wasn't really surprised to see that running next to her, pace on pace was another girl. She had long blonde hair that flowed in streamers behind her and a fixated but panicked expression on her face. Doubtlessly she was late too. Ayumi smiled and turned to say hello, but as soon as she took her eyes off the girl she was gone.
Ayumi stopped at the corner she was about to turn, and looked behind her. She could have sworn.where did that girl go? She couldn't just vanish like that! But she just shook her head and turned the corner at a much slower pace, still in shock.
And somehow managed to stop right before she crashed into a familiar black haired man. Mamoru looked at her with a mixture of surprise and disgust, and when he glanced at his watch quickly the disgust vanished to be replaced by only incredible alarm. Ayumi couldn't know this was the exact minute that Usagi consistently crashed into him every morning, so she just nodded hello and continued her flight towards school.
Mamoru watched her retreating back and shook his head. It was just a coincidence. It had to be.
***
Ayumi raced through the door and stopped so quickly she almost fell over. She glanced at her watch. It was 8:10; she had managed to get there in 5 minutes.
A blue haired woman (AN: I really don't remember what color Mrs. Haruna's hair is.) scowled at her for a minute, before turning to smile at the class.
"Everybody, I would like to introduce our new student who finally decided to grace us with her presence." Ayumi felt all of the blood rush to her head and begin to pound in her ears; nope, definitely not a good impression. She gave a weary smile and allowed Mrs. Haruna to continue speaking.
"Her name is Ayumi." She looked confusedly at her paper and then back to Ayumi. "All it says is her name is Ayumi, so Ayumi, would you like to tell us a little about yourself."
Ayumi stuttered, totally at a loss for words. Finally she managed to get out. "I'm.new in town. I'm staying above the arcade with my.friend, and I have a part time job after school." After that she just stopped and looked nervously at the teacher. What more was there to say? She didn't know her last name, let alone her first. She had no idea where she came from, or what her hobbies were. And she definitely didn't want anyone to know why. They would only think her even more of a freak.
"Now, would anyone like to volunteer to show Ayumi around school today?" She waited and there was only complete stillness in the room. "Anyone? Well, Ami, why don't you show her around?"
"Yes Mrs. Haruna." A small girl with short blue hair answered obediently, if a bit unsurely.
"Now Ayumi, why don't you go and take a seat behind Naru?" Ayumi assumed she was talking about the red headed girl, as that was the only empty seat in the class. She tried to smile at her new classmates as she went to the desk. But they were all giving her cold looks, especially four girls; one with black hair, a brunette, a blonde, and Ami, the girl who was going to show her around school. She shivered and tried to ignore them. She had no way of knowing that the desk she was going to sit in was the one that used to be claimed by Usagi, and everyone had refused to sit in it since her death. They all thought it would be a sort of sacrilege, as if sitting there would be saying that she was really gone.
She slumped into her chair and dropped her backpack by he desk. This was going to be a long day.
***
I know, it's really not a cliffhanger, but I needed to get something out there. So, tell me was anyone else creeped out by Ayumi seeing a blonde with meatballs on her head as she was running to school? I got shivers as I wrote it. And if anyone wants to know why she's seeing a girl that used to be her.someone who is now dead all you need to do is ask.
So please review.
Or email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com
IMPORTANT QUESTION! Now, I need help. Can anyone think of anything that Usagi used to do, that Ayumi could do instinctively? Such as getting up late and rushing to school, a certain way to twirl her hair around her finger, anything to make other people think and wonder.
THANK YOU!