A/N: Hi guys, I'm not dead. (I say that a lot, don't I?) I just got caught up in the last few months of school/finals/life, and my muse just up and left me for a while. It's back though, so that's a thing.
Also, because I didn't want to leave you with just this brief update, I've added a bit I cut from the end of Chapter 3 for you to read. (I was going to give some of Chapter 4, but thought that would be a bit much. Just know that certain characters will appear for the sort-of-first-time. And they may be be much different than you'd expect.)
Scene: So this is basically what would happen if her mom found out sooner. Enjoy!
Extra: Chapter 3
"Ok," her mother replies, "it's a long story." She looks at her daughter questioningly, then purses her lips again. "So tell me, does this story have to do with – oh what's his name – Takuya?"
Izumi freezes for a moment, and her mother knows she's got it. "Thought so. You were moaning his name just now." She watches the blush creep up he daughter's cheeks, then continues. "Don't worry, I won't tell your father," she says to an audible sigh that reaches her ears, "but I will be bugging you about it."
Izumi can't decide what's worse, really. For a moment, she weighs her options in her head, plots out possible scenarios that would play out in each case. Then she takes a deep breath, looks her mother straight in the eye. "Are you sure we can't tell Dad? I mean, the worst he'll do is take me to a nunnery, but you…" She shivers.
Her mother laughs for a moment, loudly and exaggeratedly, stopping only when she catches her breath after clutching her stomach. She wipes a tear from her eye. (It…wasn't that funny.) "Don't be silly. Your father would never do something that drastic. Just because he'd rather you start dating once you're married," (here Izumi pauses to think about how weird that sounds), "doesn't mean he'd send you to a nunnery."
"Right," Izumi agrees, albeit quite unconvincingly, "so, he'd send me to an all-girls Catholic school?" She's heard the stereotypes, and is pretty sure her father has too, which is why she suggested it. Honestly, she's a little unsure of what any of that would entail, but hey, desperate times, right?
Her mother laughed again. "Oh heavens no. He knows you'd hate it there, and he'd be afraid you'd hate him for making you go, so that won't happen. Plus, the closest you'll ever go to a Catholic schoolgirl uniform is the one in my closet. Though, your father wouldn't be too happy about that either."
Izumi flops back onto her bed and puts her head into a pillow. Then she screams at the mental image that floods her brain.
There's no way that this day could be worse
So, I'll be seeing you soon?
P.S. Don't hate me. Also, if you go to Catholic school, I have no idea what it's like, so...don't hate me. And sorry if it offends.
P.P.S. You know, I love reading your reviews (and responding to them). No pressure.
P.P.P.S. I also might've been working on something else while I was away. Maybe if I get far enough, you can see it?
Ok, I'm done now. Siriusly, (okay, hate me for the pun) see you later.