Miracles

A/N: Reasons I totally abandon my readers for a month and a half:

NaNoWriMo!

Yep, that is the only reason. AND, I WON! Yep, 50,000 words in a month. Original Fiction!

Over the next two months, I'll be running edits and seeing if I can make this novel good enough to attempt to find myself an agent. :3

So sorry for taking forever on my fan fiction, but I am hoping all y'all waited for me. 'Cause I too had to wait for my fan fiction.

. . .

I remember the first day we met quite well. It is not like the meeting was normal so I suppose that is the only reason I even remember it. My memory is not what anybody would call stellar in any way shape or form. Not that I minf. But anyway, back to my story.

We met after school, I had just failed a test. Well, I suppose I fail tests all the time so it is not like this part is particularly special. Unfortunately, though, I fail tests all the time. I ended up walking out of class knowing very well my mother would probably shoot me upon finding out my grade when I arrived home.

I simply needed to rid myself of all the evidence.

You see, I hardly pay attention to my surroundings. And that day it just so happened to bite me in the ass. There happened to be a person in the direct line of my crumbled paper. Needless to say the paper hit that same person. Him, I would learn. I mean, it was not even my fault. Why should somebody even be standing in the middle of the street during one of the busiest times of day for the Juuban shopping district? I mean seriously- it was well deserved he was hit.

It was probably fate, though.

From the moment the paper hit him, my life was forever changed. He called me Odango Atama and by all means that name is very offensive. But the minute I turned around in my supposed fury, all of my anger had escaped my body.

Seriously, his face. Just his face.

But I still needed to feign anger, so I did.

Well, we shouted for a few minutes and earned a few necessary strange looks from passerbyers. Eventaully I had given up- after all I did have to return home despite the bad test score. I turned and walked the other way while he was actually in the middle of his sentence. And thanks to my forgetfulness, I spaced on even asking his name. But I did not mind, really.

Somehow I knew as I walked away we would see each other again. It was a miracle we met in the first place. And I am sure there will be plenty more miracles to come.

. . .

FIN