A/N: Ok…sinceI didn'tget my 10 reviews (only six) quicker thanI thoughtI would, so here's the next chapter andafter this chapter there's only going to be one more chapter to go! And then the story is going to be done. Well, I wrote this as soon as possible for all you reviewers who didn't stop reading my stories, and especially the fact that I didn't update "Mr. RockStar" for two weeks, so hey this is a gift for all of you guys.
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Chapter 7- The Unknown Past
(February 6, 2002)
SORA'S POV
Getting this tattoo wasn't really a good idea cause now everyone is looking at me like I'm a freak. I thought getting this butterfly on my face would be a really cool thing that would get me attention that makes people think that I'm pretty cool, not like I'm a weirdo that usually gets in trouble everyday. I seriously need to get some huge sunglasses tomorrow or something to hide this thing since my parents won't let me get this removed since it caused to much. Whatever!I made my way through the stares in the hallway by my fellow classmates all the way to my last class of the day. Sitting down right next to my blonde best friend, the period began like normally boring, as it is everyday.
Trying to listen to your teacher while she's trying to teach about the Japanese history isn't really fun. Good thing that a piece of paper caught my attention. I unfolded the note, and started to read it.
Hey Sor,
You want to come over my house tonight? Just for fun cause I have
nothing to do the whole day since I don't have band practice today.
You can come over around 7:00 if you're coming.
-Matt
I looked over to my best friend and I nodded as a response to his note. He smiled and continued to write down notes for the class—why bother? I yawned and waited for the bell to ring.
I walked to my locker to put my stuff away so I could go home and take a long nap before I go to Matt's house tonight. I turned my lock and put in the combination and then the locker door opened with a soft click. A piece of lined paper fell out immediately and I quickly picked it up. I unfolded it, and it must have been from Matt cause he's the only one other than me who knows my combination.
Sor,
Instead of coming to my house tonight, why don't we have dinner at that restaurant in
Sakura Street? I'll see you there around six. The reservation should be under Ishida.
See you there!
Love MattLove Matt? What the freak is this note about? It is in his sloppy handwriting, so it should be from him. But hey, I shouldn't be whining cause that little restaurant on Sakura Street happens to be the most well-known and expensive place in Tokyo. But why would Matt want to go there? That just happens to be a restaurant for people on dates and really nothing else.
Getting out of the shower, I walked over to my small closet and took out the dress that I bought a month ago when I was looking around at the mall. It was really cute that I had to buy it. It was a red halter-top dress that went all the way down to the knees, and sequins adorned the halter strap and down the middle of the dress' top (actually a real dress when I was internet shopping for my eight grade dance). Opening my jewelry box on my night table, I searched for the diamond earrings that Matt got me for my twelve birthday in the huge pile of earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. He got me these earrings before he was the famous Matt Ishida, which means he had to actually work for them. I found out he worked at McDonald's (not mine) for five months to get me these beautiful teardrop pair of earrings that I always wear when I'm out for the night.
When I found them, I quickly put them on with my red high-heels and grabbed my purse before I hopped into my parent's car that was waiting for me outside in the driveway. "So, you and Matt have a date?" my mom teased.
I blushed, "No, we're just hanging out for tonight."
"No guy just hangs out with a girl when he takes her to the most expensive restaurant in Tokyo!" my dad joined in.
"Well, Matt does." I said.
"Fine, what time do you want us to pick you up?" Mom asked when they parked right outside the restaurant.
"I'll just call you cause I have my cell in my purse. Bye!" I waved goodbye and went inside the building. A tall French man greeted me at the front, "Reservation?" he asked in a heavy French accent.
"Ishida." I told him. He nodded and walked to a table. Following him to the back of the restaurant to a table that I already saw Matt was sitting at. The blonde saw me and smiled, and I have to say that he looks damn fine! He was wearing dressy pants with a striped unbuttoned shirt with an Abercrombie (not mine) logo shirt underneath it. I sat down right across him, and took the menu from the waiter. "Can I get you a drink, sir and madam?"
"A bottle of good wine." Matt said. I raised an eyebrow and he just grinned at me. I thought this wasn't a date, but it's kind of starting to look like one. The waiter nodded at the order and left to get the request. I tried to start a conversation, "This is a really cool place for dinner. We should go here a lot more."
"Yeah, it is." Matt just bobbed his head up and down, but kept his grin on his face—a really sexy grin that made me just want to kiss him. He really had his silent sex appeal going on right now, and I just wanted to tell him how much I love him. Yes, I am falling in love with my best friend, but I was too afraid to tell him this. I mean, probably he didn't like me as much as I liked him. And the fact that he could pick any other girl beside me, any other pretty girl than me.
"Thanks for inviting me here. I really appreciate it, and this is starting to be a really nice date. Of course, any date with you is a nice date. I'm so happy that you asked me out, it's telling me how much you like me," I started to blush a deep red that matched my dress, "And I have to tell you that I like you too." I looked up to look at him, and his smile disappeared and was now replaced by a confused expression.
"What are you talking about? I thought you asked me out on this date. Then what's that note you gave me in my locker about?" he asked with the confused expression still on his face.
"What?" I was ready to cry—I just made a big fool out of myself by telling him how I felt, and it seemed that he didn't feel the same way.
He seemed to look for something in his pocket, and when he found it he took it out and put it on the table. I took it, and read it:
Yama,
Why don't we go to that restaurant in Sakura Street instead? I'll even pay!
Why not around six-ish?
Love Sora
"This isn't even my handwriting!" I yelled, but quickly lowered my voice when I remembered that I was in a restaurant, "So, you don't like me? Oh my gosh, I just told you…" I started to tear, "I'm such an idiot! I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have even bothered." I got up, and walked out of the building. Taking out my cell phone out of my purse I called my parents.
"Hello, mom? Do you think you can pick me up right now? I'll tell you when you get here. Can you hurry up please? Yeah, you can take dad if you want to. All right, I'll see you in five minutes? Okay. Bye!" I hanged up the phone and put it back in my small purse. I wiped the tears that started to roll down my cheek with the back of my hand, and started to wait for my parents. Hearing the door slam behind me, I looked and saw that Matt was right there looking for me with a worried look on his face. When he saw me, he walked right over and gave me a hug, "I do like you," he whispered, "Since forever."
I took a long breath and held it in, "What?"
"I like you, but I don't think I'm ready for that kind of relationship. But I like you," he gave me a smile.
I squirmed out of his embrace and backed away as far as I can from him, "Is that it?" I whispered.
"What do you mean?" he asked me walking towards me, ready to wrap his arms around me again.
I backed farther away, "Is that all I'll be to you? Just a friend?""
"Sora, I told you that I like you!"
"But I don't want you to just like me. I want you to love me!" I looked at him with my eyes trying to show him how I feel.
"That's bullshit, Sora!" he yelled out of nowhere.
"How is it?" I yelled back with tears threatening to fall again.
"You can't just make me love you!"
"I'm not telling you to just immediately fall in love with me…"
"Then what were you doing? Cause it looked like it!" he yelled louder this time.
"You know what! I won't take you yelling at me like this! I'm going to go!" I screamed at him, and I looked behind me to see that my parent's just arrived and now was parked right behind me. I opened the door, and before I left Matt yelled at me for the last time, "Don't talk to me again, Sora, cause I hate you!" Right there, I felt like someone ripped my heart out right out of my chest and broke it to little pieces. Tears trailed down my cheeks and I tried to hide them from Matt cause I didn't want him tosee me crying, I entered the back of the car. And before I closed the door I said through gritted teeth, "Why don't we just stay away from each other since you hate me so much." And I slammed the door shut, and my dad started to drive home.
My vision was so blurred by the tears in my eyes, that I didn't see my mom turn around and look at me with a really worried expression. I took a napkin and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Honey, what happened with you and Matt? It seemed very bad!" she asked with concern in her eyes.
"Nothing!" I said staring out the window.
My dad turned around, "Why don't you tell me?" he smiled trying to put some humor into the situation. I turned my head to answer him, but the bright lights ahead of us grabbed my attention. "DAD, WATCH OUT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, pointing to the truck that was driving from the left side of the road. Before my dad could even see what was going on, our car collided with the side of the huge truck.
NORMAL POV
Large white doors swung open, and four nurses ran through pushing a small hospital bed with an unconscious girl laying helplessly on it. She seemed to have broken every bone in her body, and a big gash on her forehead, and there was also a big bloody stain on the white blanket where her right leg is resting. The doors swung open once again, and this time a blonde teen was following the group of nurses. When he was going to enter the room with them, he was stopped by a large African-American male nurse, "Sorry, son, but you can't come in there if you aren't a relative of the patient's." the nurse said.
The blonde ran a hand through his shiny hair and sighed, "I'm her best friend, and I need to get in there to see her."
"Only relatives could go in there by this moment, but you can come inside after her surgery."
"What do you mean surgery?" But before the nurse answered him, a tall, gray-haired man with a white long coat passed by him and called to the nurse, "John, get in here and tell me what's wrong with the patient," demanded the doctor. John the nurse followed the orders and entered the room closing the door behind him leaving the young teen still waiting for an answer. He threw his hands and grunted angrily, and just decided to wait after the surgery… "For what?" he asked himself.
In the Odaiba Hospital's emergency room, a fourteen-year-old girl laid on the hospital bed and was ready for the surgery on her. The redhead groaned and groggily opened her eyes and saw four people surrounding her wearing mask over their mouths and noses. The one on her left put some kind of mask over her face and suddenly she sleepy again. Her eyes felt heavy and she allowed them to completely close and she fell asleep.
(February 8, 2002)
She was laying up on the hospital bed reading a book when she heard a knock on the door. Putting the book down, she looked to see who it was. She was a bit surprised to see that it was her best friend at the door and now was walking up to her. He sat down on the chair right next to the hospital bed she was lying on, and looked at his hands, which were busy fumbling together. It seemed that he didn't know what to say, so she spoke first, "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly.
"Can't a guy visit his best friend when she's at the hospital?" he said jokily, but sighed when her face didn't even falter and stayed serious as ever. He sighed and pushed his sleek blonde hair back and out of his face, "I'm sorry for this whole thing. I know it was my fault. I shouldn't have said any of those things to you. I really am sorry!"
She frowned when she heard this, 'He can't really think this whole thing is his fault. I mean, yeah some of it is, but not the whole thing. And now look at him—on the verge of crying,' she thought. She took hold of his bigger hands, and squeezed them making him look at her. She smiled, "Don't blame yourself. You really shouldn't. It wasn't entirely your fault," she smiled wider. He smiled with her, and they continued to talk to each other slowly until they were talking like real friends again.
Soon they were both lying on the bed, sharing the blanket that barely covered both of them, and held hands. "So, when do you think your knee is going to heal so you can play soccer? You know bushy was whining that you'll never get to play with you again, and that he'll never have a real challenge ever."
"I don't know," she murmured, closing her eyes.
"I see," he said back, yawning. The red head completely closed her eyes, and fell asleep automatically as the guy right next to her did the same thing.
Matt left a couple of hours ago, and now Sora was all alone in her room again. She was about to go back to sleep, but she was interrupted when she heard a knock at the door that opened when the doctor went in. "Hi, doctor!" she greeted happily, but she frowned when she saw the face of the doctors. It looked like something bad just happened, and that's when Sora remembered about her parents. They were in the accident with her, and now she didn't know how they are. "How are they?" she asked immediately.
"I'm sorry," the doctor started and that was enough for Sora, and she started to cry, "Your parents didn't make it through the accident. They died just thirty minutes ago. I'm really sorry." And the doctor left so Sora could deal with the news alone. But right now, all she needed was someone with her to hug her and tell her that it was okay. Not knowing what to do without her parents all she wanted to do was cry until she couldn't feel anything anymore. She curled into a ball and started to bawl harder until she cried herself to sleep.
She was awaken by the light tapping on her shoulder. Slowly waking up, she opened her eyes and saw that the doctor was sitting right next to her with a notebook in his hands. "How are you?" he asked.
"Tired, and I'm ready to go back to sleep," she sniffed.
"Well, I just have to tell you what happened with you and then you can go back to sleep."
"Okay," she yawned.
"Well, all your wounds are healing extraordinary and they should be completely fine after a week or two. But your knee isn't doing as fine as your wounds because it is completely dislocated. It should heal and you could walk by yourself after two weeks, but you need to cut back with the running that would dislocate your knee again."
The girl's eyes widened, "Does that mean I can't play soccer again?"
"You probably can if your knee heals really good, but you can't do a lot of soccer that would work your knee too much," he told her.
"That's fine, I'm happy that at least I can play soccer and tennis."
"You're going to start rehab for your knee in two weeks and then you'll keep going for another four weeks. After that, you can go home."
"Where would I go home to? I mean, my parents are gone and I don't know any relatives that I have."
"We looked it up, and your parents said that if they should die and leave you homeless, you are to go to your aunt and uncle who live in Kyoto when your done with your rehab."
"Okay, so that'll be in like a month?"
"Yes, and that's all I have to say. Do you have any questions for me?"
"Nope. Now can I go to sleep?"
The doctor laughed, "Go ahead," and he left for her to sleep in peace.
(February 14, 2002)
A knock was heard, and Sora perked her up to see who it was. A blond entered the room with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. "Hey, Sora, you okay?" he asked as he sat down right next her on the seat, "Here's some flowers for you!"
She took it, and softly took it from him. Getting up, she limped to the counter and grabbed a vase to fill it with water and put the beautiful roses in it. Sora slowly walked back to the bed, and before she laid back down, she put the vase on the night table. "I love them," she told him.
"That great! So Happy Valentine's Day!" he greeted.
"Yeah, Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry that I didn't get you anything, if I only knew you were coming I would have."
"Don't worry about it." he shushed her.
"Hey, Tai told me that you had a new girlfriend. Who's the lucky girl?" Sora asked him.
"Cara," he whispered that she didn't even hear a syllable.
"What? Who?"
"Cara," he said a bit louder.
"Cara," she whispered too, "You can't mean Cara McClain, the girl that I completely hate and you totally know it," she yelled a bit louder. Sora never really liked Cara and Cara never liked Sora. They were sworn enemies since second grade when Cara would start to play little tricks on her, but when they got to middle school Cara's tricks got even bigger. When they were both in seventh grade, Cara cut Sora's long red hair until it was a messy cut all the way to her shoulder with some part looking a bit bald. Sora had to wear a hat for a whole three months until her hair was a reasonable height, but still a bit messy. One would think that Sora would do something for pay back, but she was never one to do so. All she did was take the tricks and suck it up, and waited for Cara to grow out of her immature ways, but she never did. Just two days ago when Tai visited her for the tenth time of the month, he told her that it was Cara who wrote both the notes to her and Matt, and she's been bragging it to anybody that would hear her that she was the reason why Sora and Matt aren't no longer best friends.
And the fact that she and Matt were no longer best friends was so true. He only visited her three times the whole time she was here, and all they did was sit in silence until Matt would make some excuse to leave such as he had band practice or he had a date. And Sora had enough of him, "Why don't you just go home!" she yelled with tears in her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, surprised by her sudden actions.
"I had enough of you, Matt Ishida. The whole Cara thing was the last straw, I can't take anymore of you. I can't even believe that you would even go out with Cara when you know that it was her whole fault about the dinner we had, and probably why I'm even here."
"You can't blame her. You are the one that ran away!"
"So you're blaming me that it's my fault I'm like this!" she yelled even louder, and she was sure that everyone could hear them fight, "And you can also blame me that my parents are dead!" She gasped and covered her mouth. She never told him that and was never planning to, "Why don't you just go," she commanded.
"What?" he didn't hear her, but only thought of what she said about her parents dying.
"GO!" she yelled throwing a pillow at his head.
He backed away going closer to the door, "What?" he repeated.
"GO!" she yelled again.
"What?" he asked still wondering what she said, but was still backing away and was now right next to the door opening it.
"GOOOO! I hate you!" she screamed the loudest she can with tears falling down her face. She picked up the vase next to her, and threw it towards him with full force, but it hit the door when he closed it with him on the other side. She threw the blanket over her head, and started to let all the tears fall.
(March 12, 2002)
Rehab for her knee wasn't the easiest thing to do, but Sora did it. Her knee was now healed, but not completely, and she could walk all by herself with a bit of a limp going on. Today her aunt and uncle was going to pick her up and bring her to Kyoto with them so they could take care of her, but Sora was not that excited. This was her home, and she didn't want to leave it for anything. Matt-she would miss him, but he did say that he didn't want to see her ever again, and the fact that she yelled at him. She knew that they were never to see each other again.
She sat down on the wheelchair as Tai brought her outside the hospital building where a limo was parked right next to the sidewalk. A tall gray-haired man in a suit took the suitcase that the two nurses carried for her, and put it inside the opened trunk at the back of the long car. Then the butler as he seemed walked back to the door and opened it, "Miss Sora, I am Harris and I'm going to be your butler for your time in Kyoto. I work for your aunt and uncle and they told me to bring you to their home, and take care of you. Right now, they are in Europe doing some business, but they will be coming back tomorrow to see you. May you come in so we can make our way to the mansion in Kyoto?" said Harris.
Sora just nodded because she never knew her relatives were this rich to have their own limo, butler, and mansion. And she was suppose to live with them for the rest of her life! She stood up from her wheelchair, and looked at Tai, "Hey," she quietly said to him, avoiding eye contact.
"Sora, I'll miss you." he simply said, and that just got her to cry her eyes out.
"Oh, Tai! I don't want to leave, I would rather stay with you and your family instead of my rich aunt and uncle."
"You don't mean that. I know you'd rather live with her filthy rich relatives than with me and my poor family," he smiled, but he had sadness in his eyes.
She lightly hit him on the arm, "Don't say that! And your family is not poor, and yes I would rather stay with you then my relatives."
"Whatever you say, Sora, whatever you say!" he shook his head, and gave her a hug with a tight embrace. She returned the hug with her own, and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "Mmm, Tai, I'll miss you!"
"And I'll miss you. Now go, before you start to make me cry!" he laughed as he wiped her tears off her face.
She smiled, and entered the limo. Before Harris the butler drove away, she opened the window and gave him a wave good bye, "Next time we meet each other, I expect a soccer match. One on one!" she yelled, "Promise?"
"I promise!" he yelled back, and she was off.
Sora stared out the tinted window and started to think about a certain blond haired boy, 'He did say that he never wanted to talk nor see me again, but then why did he come visit me at the hospital. Of course he would, he probably felt bad that it was kind of his fault that I was in that accident. And I do blame him,' she pouted, 'I miss him though. Ugh, I hate him!' she groaned, 'But I still love him. This is too complicated for me.'
"Excuse me, Miss Sora," Sora's thoughts were interrupted by the deep voice of Harris, "We are here."
"Oh, yes." Sora just said, and she opened the door. She was greeted by a whole group of people waiting at the front door. There was at least 20 people standing there and they all seem like people that help around the house. Harris was now standing right behind her, "There are five cooks in the house, you'll usually find them all in the kitchen if you need them," and when Harris said this-five people raised their hands and I guess they were the cooks in the house, "Four gardeners. They'll be usually outside or sometimes inside to tend the flowers inside the mansion, but they'll only be here on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays," four people raised their hands, "Two drivers, James and Luke," two guys in the front tipped their hats, "They'll be in their rooms in the mansion, and you can call them anytime if you want to go anywhere. And there are 5 maids and 5 butlers in the house," 10 women and men stepped forward and bowed, "And I am the head butler in the house. If you need anything, you can come to me anytime."
"That's nice," she just said. This was too much for her cause she never thought that she would ever have 20 people doing stuff for her when she was completely capable of doing it herself. "Do you think I can take a nap?" she asked.
"Of course, the trip must have took some energy from you. Lilly will show you to your room." Harris said as he gave all her five suitcases to three butlers. A woman probably around her early twenties stepped forward and bowed slightly, "Hello, Miss Sora, I'm Lilly and I'll be your personal maid. If you need anything, you can come to me." she said in a very sweet voice, "Now if you may follow me, I will show you to your room."
Sora followed her, and she was led to the second floor. Lilly stopped right next to huge wooden doors, "This is your room. After you're done packing and feeling like you're at home, may you call me at my room? And I'll show you around the whole mansion when you do so." Sora nodded at Lilly, who left to leave Sora to go into her room by herself. Slowly opening the huge oak doors, she gasped when she entered the huge room. The room had a princess feeling once Sora entered her new bedroom. In the middle of the room right next to the back wall was a gigantic king-size canopy bed with an ivory color. Silk cloths were wrapped around post of the bed and another enormous cloth cascaded from the top of the bed. Peach and a light pink were the two most seen colors in her room, and she didn't mind. She screamed in joy, and ran to her princess bed and jumped on it and landed with a big plop. She giggled and grabbed a pillow from the huge pile of different shape and size pillows on her bed.
After five minutes of giving herself a tour of her room and looking at every inch, she decided to call Lilly. She ran over to the old looking style telephone and picked it up. Right next to the telephone was what looked like a list of people. She skimmed down the paper and saw Lilly's name on it, and right next to her name was the number 18. On the phone she pressed the button that had the one on it and then the number eight. After three quick rings, Sora heard Lilly's voice, "Miss Sora?"
"Yeah, you told me to call you after I was done looking at me room?"
"Yes, I'll be right there to show you around the whole mansion. Goodbye, Miss Sora!"
"Bye," and then Sora hanged up and waited for Lilly to show up.
After the tour with Lilly that took a whole two hours to see the whole mansion, Sora sat down on her new favorite bed and sighed. She learned all that she can about her new home, and she slowly is starting to warm up to it.
She knew that the mansion has three levels to it not including the basement and the attic. In the basement, there was just an indoor pool and a small theater, which she was thinking of using today. The first level had the kitchen, 2 living rooms, 3 family rooms, two study rooms (one for her uncle and one for her aunt), a huge library, five bathrooms, the dining room, and a room that had a pool table and a bar. The second room was for her aunt, uncle, and her own rooms with some rooms for their guests that decide to stay for the night. Also right next to her room was a huge closet that her aunt and uncle had people make for her as a coming home surprise, and Sora just loved it. And the final level was for the rooms that the workers that help around the house sleep in. "I'm going to love this house," she said to herself before she fell asleep.
(April 5, 2003)
Sora has now been living in the mansion for a year and a month already, and she completely fell in love with her house here. Her aunt and uncle were usually away for business stuff in other countries for most of the time, leaving Sora here with the twenty helpers in the mansion. She and Lilly have became the best of friends, and they just arrived from the mall after their shopping spree. Her aunt has been nagging Sora that she doesn't go shopping much, and that she needed to get out of the house more often. Sora didn't know why not going shopping a lot is a bad thing, but it is to her aunt. So she thought that since it's a Saturday, she would go shopping for fun and to stop her aunt from annoying her. Sora got to use her aunt's credit card since Aunt Penelope was so persistent of Sora going on a shopping spree and using her credit card. So, Sora took the card and also took Lilly to go shopping with her. They've been at the mall for five hours and went home after thirty-three big bags and twenty-four smaller bags, and it took all six butlers and the driver to take to her room with two rounds to the car. If you think Sora is a spoiled brat now since she had a lot of money because of her Aunt Penelope and Uncle Samson's wealth (they were worth at least two million dollars and counting, but Sora had no idea how they got all this money), but she loves to give some of their money to charity and such. Just last week, she held a charity party for kids whose parents died and left them homeless and raised a bit over a million dollars.
She was about to put all her new clothes and stuff away, but there was a soft knock on the door, "Excuse me, Sora, but I must give you this letter that has just came from the mail."
"Oh, thank you, Lilly!" she thanked and took the letter from the petite maid.
"And Larry wanted me to ask you what you wanted for dinner?" Lilly asked before she left.
"Hmm, I'm feeling very Italian right now!" Sora said.
"I'll tell him right now, and I'll call you when dinner's ready."
"Okay, bye." Sora made her way to her small desk, and looked at the letter. She was about to drop it when she saw the front of the envelope, "Matt?" she whispered to no one but herself. Ripping the envelope open, she took out the letter and started to read it out loud to understand better whatever she was about to read, "Hey Sora, I'm sorry that I didn't write to you sooner, but I didn't know what to say and I still don't. I don't know what's going on with your life, so won't you write to me to tell me what's going on. Well, my life's doing fine so far. The Teenage Wolves are getting famous and famous by the minute, and we're hearing from our manager that we're probably going to get a contract to one of the best companies in the world. I'm so excited for this, but I don't even know if it's true," she stopped and smiled. Sora was so happy for Matt and his band, and she wanted to know more, "I heard that you and Tai still talk, and you guys talk a lot," which was true since Tai at least is nice enough to spend some time talking to her, "He and I are still good friends which is a miracle cause I'm ready to kill him. Cara and I are still together," this should have surprised her, but Tai told her two months ago when Sora asked about Matt and Cara, "You should have given her a chance. She's a really nice girl, and it was just a little trick she did when she wrote those letters. So hey, write back! Matt."
Sora slowly walked to the bathroom while reading the letter over again. And every word she read, the angrier she became. When she finally got to the bathroom, she threw out the letter and furiously sighed. What the fuck was that about? Why did he even have to tell her about him and Cara! She could care less about them, and she wished they both went to hell! No, she didn't mean that—well the part where Matt goes to hell, but she could care less about Cara. She hated Matt though, and how he was a horrible best friend. The next time they see each other, she was going to hate him.
(January 20, 2006)
Sora walked downstairs to meet up with her uncle and aunt since Lilly said that they wanted to see her for something. The way that Lilly described it, she was afraid of what they were exactly going to talk about with her. She entered the library slowly, and she saw that her Aunt Penelope and Uncle Samson were sitting down on the red and gold sofa and they were waiting for her to arrive. "Why don't you sit down, Sora?" Aunt Penelope started as she looked directly at Sora.
Sora did what she was told, "Am I in trouble?" she asked immediately what was bothering her.
"Oh no!" her uncle laughed at her, "Not all! We just wanted to tell you something. Your Aunt and I were sent to someplace else in Tokyo for a business thing for work, and we have to move just for a year or so and then we'll move back here. And you have to move with us, Sora." Uncle Samson told her.
"Is that it?" Sora wondered, "Cause that's completely fine with me."
"Goodie," her aunt exclaimed, "You may bring Lilly with us since we're going to her hometown and we're also bringing Harris with us, of course."
"May I ask where we are going to move to?" Sora questioned.
"Odaiba!"
(February 1, 2006)
Taking all the stuff from the big cardboard box and putting them on the floor of her new temporary room. It was all of her framed photos, scrapbooks, and photo books. She put them all inside the cabinet, and then took another cardboard box. While she put all her clothes inside the smaller closet, she started to drone off.
She was back here in Odaiba, and nothing really changed since the four years she was gone. She couldn't wait to go back to school to see all of her old friends, and probably make some new friends. She especially couldn't wait to see Tai, and she wondered how much he changed. Probably he still has his big bushy brown hair, and didn't cut an inch of it yet. And she couldn't wait to see her special blond friend. She sighed and picked up a picture frame and decided to put it on the windowsill. She did just so, and when she looked out to see the view, she gasped. Right outside her new house was Matt and a dirty blonde haired girl wearing a really short skirt and a really tight tank top. It was freaking winter, who the hell would wear something like that that didn't even cover half of her skin. The only person that would do such a thing was…Cara. The girl turned around so Sora could completely see her face, and it was the girl she hated since forever, Cara McClain. She tightly gripped the curtains that hung from the top of the windows, "I still hate him!" she said through gritted teeth, "And I hate every reason that makes me love you cause each one makes it harder for me to let you go." (HaHaHa- to J.S.)
Sora went back to unpacking everything, and now she knew she could wait to go back to school.
A/N: Alright, I knew that was a long chapter, but I just wanted to put everything that happened before the beginning of the story. One more chapter to go, and then I'll start to continue "Mr. RockStar". I just hope this time I get more than six reviews to make me sooo happy!
Love always,
nickygirl