im baccckkkk! ok so i had some inspiration and decided to continue this lovely(well not really) story, so here you go!
"Uhhnnnnn," I groaned as I rolled over in my bed. Thanks to all the crap going on, I now had the biggest stress headache ever. My mind scrambled for an answer to this madness. What was the hate letter? I don't remember writing a letter to anyone, especially not a malicious one! Ahhh. I need to go for a run. Yeah, a run. To burn off the bazillion calories I've shoveled in my system out of the Ben and Jerry's conveniently located in the refrigerator.
I pulled on my socks and sneakers in a flourish, then crept into the empty hallway. After the lunch episode, I had escaped back to my room. It was probably about 5th period by now. Plenty of time to run, shower, and then head to the nurse for Aspirin before the hate squad got back to the room. I made a beeline for the woods as soon as I was outside, careful not to pass by any classroom windows.
While I ran, I wracked my brain with questions. 'Why did Namine think I wrote a hate letter about her?' 'What did the hate letter say?' 'Who framed me!' 'And, why does Yuffie hate Namine so much?' Then it donned on me.
"AHA!" I shouted triumphantly in the middle of the woods, jabbing my arm in the air. Yuffie must have set me up after she caught me eaves dropping on her and Sora last night. So now I have to convince Namine and Aerith that somehow I was set up… but that still doesn't explain why Yuffie hates Namine so much! So confused.
I found myself at the edge of a cliff that overlooked the school. From here, it looked so peaceful and serene, with it's huge brick buildings and lush green lawn. Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes behind me. I turned quickly, only to come face to face with Sora.
"What are you doing here!" we both exclaimed. Sora gave a small smile before coming to stand beside me. "I couldn't focus in class. So I did what always calms me down, running. Why are you here?" he asked, looking at me questioningly. "Getting away from the drama your cousin created," I said angrily. Sora sighed, before sitting down on the grass. "She's a little psycho. She gets upset really easily, don't take it personally."
"Don't take it personally? Don't take it PERSONALLY! Sora, she pretty much turned the whole school against me, just for accidentally overhearing a conversation you guys had last night. It's not my fault she couldn't keep her huge mouth—""You heard us last night?" Sora cut in sharply, looking at me. "Well, not really. I just heard her say something about Namine ruining your life," I responded carefully. Sora sighed, before picking up a rock and chucking it over the cliff. He then got up, and began walking away.
"Whatever. Forget what you heard last night," he muttered as he stormed away. "Wait a minute! You can't just storm off! Its not my fault you have some crap going on in your life, so don't treat me like the bad guy. My school career was pretty much just ruined by your controlling cousin, and you just tell me to forget about it?" I raged. Sora turned around. "Who do you think you are? You come to this school and expect to be treated like a princess. Your big plans get ruined, big deal. Some people have more important things to worry about than their social life. Yeah, Yuffie is a bitch. Deal with it, princess," he said before stalking off.
I stared at him in shock. Excuse me! Who is he to tell me off like that? "Sora, you might be too wrapped up in your own sufferings to see this, but I'm going through stuff much worse than some popularity. I came here to get away from that, and I don't appreciate being treated like a royal snob!" I shouted at his retreating back. URGH! I stormed off down the opposite path, and when I reached the school, I proceeded to go straight to the room, and lay down on the bed in a huff.
"Ms Kairi?" came a timid voice from the door. "Mmff," I muttered, as I heard the door open. "Ms Kairi, you have an important memo," said the secretary standing in the room, before handing me a thick envelope. It was from my dad. "Thanks," I said, before taking it. Once the secretary was gone, I ripped the envelope open.
Hello Kairi,
I'm sending this to inform you that your older brother, Squall, has died in a car accident. You will be remaining at the school for the rest of your high school career, and for all holidays, as your mother and I are to stricken with grief to manage you. Your brother was our pride and joy, and we strongly encourage you to live up to his name. Make us proud.
Your father, Seymour.
I stared at the memo in disbelief. Squall, though the favorite in the family by any means, was not only my brother, but my best friend. He always stood up for me when my "parents" turned me away, and he had actively fought against me getting sent away. And now he was gone forever. I felt tears pour down my face and I let the memo fall to the ground. At the sound of voices at the door, I laid down in bed and pulled the blankets over my head.
The door opened to Namine's cheerful voice, and Aerith's happy laugh. They both silenced when they saw me in bed. Namine whispered something to Aerith, and they both stalked to their beds in silence. "Where were you in History, Kairi?" Namine asked snidely. When I didn't answer, she let out a small huff before saying to Aerith, "Come on. I don't want to be in the same room with this backstabber." Backstabber! EXCUSE ME?
I sat up in bed, the tears still plainly evident on my face. "You know what Namine, I think it's kind of pathetic that you actually think I wrote some random hate letter about you, when you know me so well. It hurts that you think I'm capable of doing that. When you stop talking badly to me and about me, maybe then you will see that you, not me, are the backstabber. And for your information, I've just lost apparently the only real friend I have, so I would appreciate it if you laid off with the high school drama."
With that, I stormed past them with their shocked faces, down the stairs and out onto the lawn. Once I was by a bench, I broke down, sobbing hysterically. It just wasn't fair. It seemed as though nobody loved me at home, or anywhere else I went. Why couldn't I do something right! Screw Namine, screw my parents, screw Sora! I don't need them!
Who was I kidding? I was a complete mess and I knew it. I curled up on the bench and covered my face with my sweater, before slowly drifting off to sleep.
"Kairi? Kairi?" an annoying voice broke through my pathetic dream about shoes and jellybeans. "Whaaa?" I moaned, before opening my eyes dazedly. In front of me knelt Riku, with his oh so gorgeous eyes and hair and bone structure and HOLY CRAP! I looked like shit. I sat up quickly, and my hands immediately flew to my tangled hair and smeared mascara. Fabulous.
"Are you okay?" He asked while peering at me. "I'm just peachy. Really," I said sarcastically, before pulling my hair into a messy bun. "Well, you were asleep on a bench," he smirked, "I figured something must have been up." "Oh its all great. My roommates hate me for some unknown reason, my parents have disowned me, and my brother just died. Its pretty fucking fabulous, Riku, let me tell you," I said, my voice trembling violently. Riku looked at me expectantly, before I completely broke down. Great, not only am I a wimp, but I'm a wimp in front of the school's single hottest male, EVER. Greeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat. I felt Riku's arms around my shoulders, and I leaned in, sobbing into his chest. "Come on," He said, before helping me stand, "Let's go inside."
Apparently inside was the lobby of Riku's dorm, scattered with comfy sofas and guys lounging around in sweats with bottles of coke. I flopped down on the couch, only to realize that the opposite couch was playing home to the butt of none other than my new arch enemy, Sora. He was flipping through a magazine, and didn't even look up when me and Riku came in. Riku came over and handed me a soda, and only then did Sora look up. When he saw me he glared, but then his face softened at the sight of my pathetic ness. He glanced at Riku, who did some weird hand signal thingy and Sora looked back at me before getting up and trudging to the elevator with his magazine.
"Thanks Riku," I said pathetically. "No problem, kid. You like Halo 2?"
I loved Halo 2.