When an ambassador from America comes to visit Japan, the family randomly chosen to take care of her is the Sohmas: Yuki, Kyo, and Shigure; with Tohru, also. The
Sohma's protesting does no good; she's there to stay for 2 months. Mary Fover, an 8th grader from Minnesota, was about to have the craziest 60 days of her life with the Sohmas.
Chapter 1: Mary
"Mary, come ON!"
"No! I'm too excited!"
The chesnut haired girl, Flora, dragged Mary into the classroom. Her friend protested. "I won't be able to focus!"
"Who cares? You can ask for donations afterwards! Your trip to Japan will be fully paid for; don't worry!"
Flora's eyebrows furrowed, and she grunted as Mary dug her feet into the ground, brown eyes glaring. "Let... me... GO!" She yelled, pulling away. "I'll just say
that... I twisted my ankle! Yeah!"
"Mary... it's science class." Flora sighed. "Everyone falls asleep there, and Mr. Lewie doesn't even notice! Just..." She let her arms flop to her sides. "Just
ATTEMPT to focus, or your parents won't let you go because you're failing science!" Mary snapped to attention. "Yes'm!" She said, running ahead to class. Flora walked
slowly, nursing her aching arms.
"So, class, your homework is to study the table of elements, and which ones can fuse together. You also must--" The loud, obnoxious bell rang. All the students
rushed out of the room before he could say anything else, except for Mary, who was still taking notes. "Miss Fover, class is over," Mr. Lewie said, tapping her desk.
"Oh, Mr. Lewie!" She got out of her daze. "I-I'm sorry. I'm going on a trip, and can't really-- um, focus. Sorry."
"Well, be glad it's the last class of the day. Other teachers aren't as nice as I am. Go on, now."
"Thank you! ...Wait! Can you donate some money for my trip?" Mary asked, smiling meekly.
"Sure," He said, handing her a 20 dollar bill. The exact amount of money I need! Mary grinned.
"Thanks!" She sped out of the room, her books squished inbetween her arms. Mr. Lewie smiled. What a nice girl, he thought, as she ran away.
Mary's long black hair flowed out behind her as she ran towards her locker. Her blue sweater was tied around her waist, and she was wearing a white t-shirt, plain
as can be. Her blue jeans were rolled up to her knees, and her black sneakers squeaked as she walked through the place the janitor just mopped.
She pushed through the people crowded by the door. "'Ey, move it!" She yelled, shoving someone out of the way.
"Is that any way to treat your best friend?" Mary looked up, seeing Flora standing there with an arched eyebrow. "Ah! Sorry," Mary said, fighting back a giggle.
"Eh, it's allright. It was an accident," She smiled. "Wasn't it?"
"Yeah. Now, to home. I have to send in all the money... I'm goin' to Japan!"
