I decided I would walk through the halls a little before I left from "home". It was one of those days when both of your best friends are absent and you have stroll through classes like some kind of wierd loner. The thing was that whenever Ai was around, everyone was around. Ai would never feel lonely if Kai and I were absent on the same day. That was because Ai was the popular and superfical one of our trio. Kai was the opinonated and liberal one and I guess I evened them out. I was nothing.
I remember when we were all in the 6th grade. That was before Ai and Kai ever spoke to me. Back then nobody would. My clothes smelled funny and I almost always had a cold, which came with a runny nose which wasn't the best tool for friend making. I didn't talk back then either. I just nodded or whatever when the teachers called on me...no matter what they asked. Everyone thought I was a cerial killer, that didn't help for friend making either.
I would get bullied everyday, by Jello Mellow. She was thirteen years old and in the sixth grade, she weighed at least 250 pounds and she was at least five feet eleven inches. So I never argued with her when she called me names. Sticks and stones right? Oh I wish it were that simple. I wish that people used words only and didn't have to use fists. I wish countries, societeis, races and faiths could interact without war. That's just not how the world is. Maybe it will be one day, but it isnt now, and it wasn't in the sixth grade.
One time she punched me so hard that I didn't even feel the concrete touch my back. Just the sirens a couple seconds later. The faces swirled inside the ambulence and they asked me my parents number. I don't remember what I said. The next day I woke up in the hospital. It was my twelfth birthday. I layed there on the bed and I thought about my parents and then I thought about the people I lived with. I only really thought like this when I was alone in my room under the covers on my bed. I thought about how my real dad would never try to touch me like my foster father did. I thought about how my mother would worry when I scratched my knee and how my mother was probably worrying now from wherever she was.
I've never let my foster father get "intimate" with me. I always knew that would be wrong and I would rather die then let it happen. So that is why he beat me. Every night he would come into my room and I would yell and fret and he would slap me hard. I would lose privilages too, like showering but I was always fed, he didn't want me getting too skinny. Sometimes when I screamed too loud by accident he would punch me close fisted right in the gut. He never hit me closed fisted on my face, he didn't want to make me ugly. I guess that made sense.
I decided I didn't want to go back. Not to school and especially not home. So I left. I just walked out of the hospital. Hospital robe and all. I must have looked like some sort of ecaped mental patient because no Taxi would stop to pick me up.
Sakura strolled into the diner and put her apron on. She hung her coat and put away her keys. SHe was so entranced by her routine that she was surprised when she looked to take the order of the person in front of the counter.
"Suiichi?" asked Sakura
"hello" said Suiichi
"why are you here?" asked Sakura
"to eat, I suposed thats what people did at diners" saud Suiichi
"why this diner?" asked Sakura
"why not this diner?" asked Suiichi
"you don't even live around here" said Sakura
"and neither do you" said Suiichi
Sakura's heart skipped a beat.
"excuse me?" asked Sakura
"forget it, I'd like the special to go" said Suiichi
"right away" said Sakura
After Suiichi left,I sat and thought about Kaijin duringmy lunch break. He wasmy first friend and he had red hair and green eyes like Suiichi (maybe thats why she is so attracted to him?). We met in the third grade. Kaijin was always happy, and he askedme to marry himalmost every other week.Isaid yes every time to be nice. Kaijin was the kind of friend who always gaveme a taste of his sandwich before he bit it. He was so funny too, and he had a new joke every day, not that nasty ones that all the other boys told me but real slap your knee funny ones. Then one day his mom found him face down in the bath tub with both his wrists slit. Later they found like twelve different drugs in his body, Including Weed, Acid, Crack, Angel dust, Pheties, and even some prescription drugs. Go figure.
