And here is said extra chapter! Nothing to do with the plot, but something silly I put together.
Please review!
I seem to have written rather childishly in this chapter. Ah well.
If this has been updated at a strange time, it's because my internet has stopped working so I've put it up at school (no, we're not allowed) but that doesn't matter.
The Sequel!
It shall be named...
"But I Can Transfer Back Any Moment."
As in: Yes I really am a transfer student, but I can transfer back at any moment. Yeah?
But it's not up yet, so keep me on author alert or something.
Look out for ENGLAND, BROWNIES, ROCKSTARS, LOVE FROM ALL SIDES AND MUCH MORE!
This is to keep you going.
Review!
A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES.
A Look into the Lovely Life of Lin the Librarian.
In the PRESENT tense!
Lin is typing.
Madoka is putting books away, while humming a catchy tune.
Lin is still typing.
Lunch time.
A 16 year old girl is giggling with her friends about Lin the Lovely Librarian. The 16 year old is elected to go up to him and return a book, and to strike up a conversation with him.
The girl shyly sidles up to him, and puts the book on the counter above Lin's head.
Lin looks up.
His dark eyes instantly meet the girls, and a slow blush creeps around her face.
From afar, Madoka watches the scene, laughing to herself.
Lin: "Can I help you?"
Girl: "Umm, can I return this book please?"
Lin: "Yes."
The girl stares at Lin for a few minutes, who is now longer looking at her, and sighs to herself. She walks away, back to her friend.
Madoka laughs, and looks behind her, to find a boy drooling at her back. She raises her eyebrows, and shakes her head.
Lin continues typing.
The End.
A Day in the Life of Mr Cullen and his stalker friend.
Now, you may not think it, but Mr Cullen is actually only 28 years old. As he wakes up on a boring school day, he muses over the fact that he is, quite literally, wasting his life away.
His mother barks at him from downstairs, ordering him to come down and eat his breakfast or else he'll be late. As he meekly obeys, his brain yet again scorns him.
Why was he still living with his mother?
Why had he never moved out?
No wonder he couldn't get a girl. Mr Cullen-
Hell, the poor man doesn't even have a first name yet!
We'll call him Robert.
Robert moved to Japan on his own two years ago, a scholar in Latin from Oxford University, (that's right, he's British! With a lovely accent when he talks English.) He picked up the language soon enough, and soon became a Latin teacher.
But his mother wasn't happy with the fact that Mr Cullen was living on his own.
So she moved in with him.
Robert sighed and messed up his hair absent mindedly, (a common thing he did when he was thinking,) as he walked downstairs, and sighed again when his mother straightened it out for him, scolding him for always being so lazy.
Once he had eaten his breakfast to his mother's satisfaction, he grabbed his jacket, (now he really was late) and rushed past the mirror to open the door.
If he had stopped to look into the mirror, he would have seen a young man of medium height and light build, with light brown hair which fell about it disarray without him having to try. His more green than brown eyes to be called hazel were framed by the lashes of someone who spent too much time dreaming to ever care about the real world any more than necessary.
That's right.
Mr Cullen is actually very handsome.
But the thing about Mr Cullen is that he is also extremely unobservant.
He walked down his road at a fast pace, nodding to the neighbour who was always mowing his lawn every time Robert left the house. And every time he came back. Sometimes he even 'walked his dog' behind him all the way to the end of the road, before he walked back again.
But his neighbour didn't have a dog.
Mr Cullen didn't seem the harm in having a stalker friend, as long as it went no further, so he just let things be.
As he ran to catch his bus, swinging his satchel full of school books back on his shoulder, a young, moderately pretty girl of 25 suddenly decided to take public transport. She got out of her car and ran across the road to the bus stop, where she just made the queue behind Mr Cullen.
Mr Cullen stayed on the lower half of the bus, choosing an empty two seats near the back. The young lady sat opposite him.
Robert, who was happy that he did not have to be late again and watch his class call him a hypocrite for giving them detentions for their tardiness, suddenly remembered that he had some marking to do. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a stack full of Latin books, and he dug in the pockets of his jacket to find a pen.
As he started marking, he flicked his hair away from his face in an agitated gesture, telling himself that soon his hair would become too much of a bother and he would just have to cut it.
The girl sitting opposite him had yet to take her eyes from his face. Robert's hand moved up to mess his hair up as he frowned, and the girl could have done a number of things at that second if she had not been correctly bred.
He sucked the other end of his pen, and then suddenly scribbled something down on the book, and closed it, seemingly satisfied. He opened the next book.
The girl watching him had long missed her stop, and was starting to get agitated. Did he never look up from his work? It was time for action. She smoothed her hair over, pulled her top down ever so slightly and cleared her throat.
Robert looked up as the girl fluttered her eyelids.
And looked back down again.
The girl glared at him, and got off the bus, leaving Mr Cullen to continue with his marking.
The End.
If you were wondering what other classes were doing to raise money for victims of the earthquake.
Ayako, John and Takigawa sat on their chairs behind the small stall.
It seemed that their class had been the one to do the cake sale. Ayako heaved a sigh and inspected her perfectly manicured nails.
"I'm bored."
"Ya think?" asked Takigawa, rolling his eyes.
"These cakes look tasty," commented John in an attempt to break up a possible upcoming argument.
"Has anyone actually bought a cake yet?" asked Takigawa.
"I dunno." Suddenly Takigawa's face grew sly.
"You know, no one would ever know if I just...oh, I don't know...took one of these cakes...?" His hand reached forward, but was slapped away by Ayako's before he could swipe one.
"If you eat one, you're paying for it," she retorted. Takigawa scowled.
"If you eat one, you're paying for it," he mimicked in a high pitched whiny accent. Ayako leaned forward quickly, her hand raised. Takigawa's eyes held the challenge.
"My, that's a nice looking cake," interrupted John, looking at them nervously.
Their scene was interrupted by Yasuhara walking towards them, but not before Ayako had slapped Takigawa around the head, making him yelp, and saying, "if you were a man..."
"Am I interrupting something?" asked Yasuhara brightly.
"Whatever" grumbled Takigawa.
"What do you want?" asked Ayako, her mood still irritable, having slapped Takigawa not been enough.
"Well, actually, I came here to buy a cake, but if you're going to be so rude..." He made a gesture to turn away.
"No!" all three shouted. Yasuhara turned back, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses.
"So you want me to buy a cake?" They nodded. "Well... how much are you willing to SELL it for?!?" He swung a briefcase onto the desk, and unlocked it at the sides, pausing for a moment for dramatic effect.
Inside the suitcase, were bundles of money.
Yasuhara's glasses reflected the light off the lenses. The three seated person's mouths fell open agape.
"Just like in a movie," Yasuhara said, nodding and grinning the way someone does when they're extremely satisfied with themselves.
"Is that...?" began John
"Monopoly money...?" finished Takigawa.
"Uh, no...?" Yasuhara cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter! Just tell me, how much would you like me to PAY for one of these delectable cakes?"
They stared at him blankly, and then at the sign next to the cakes which said:
1 cake. 50p. (or cents or yen or whatever :0 )
"Oh I see," replied Yasuhara, and walked away, leaving the three to stare after him in utter confusion.
Meanwhile, Takigawa had devoured two cakes in the space of this time, and was starting on his third before he got another whack around the head.
The End.
Madoka and the drooling boy.
One day, Madoka decided to work in a library. She had a good reason to, which was that she was helping someone look for someone else, and that someone else was in an area with a job opening for a librarian. The library was the biggest source of research one could find, so Madoka moved closer and applied for the job.
Once officially the school's Librarian, Madoka quickly settled in. As well as someone could when you looked like Madoka.
Madoka had large soft brown eyes which were framed by wavy falling hair and a heart shaped face. It added to the attraction that she was only in her early twenties.
At a first look at the other teachers, she had quickly decided that most of them were old and boring, apart from Mr Cullen, who was actually surprisingly good looking, but also incredibly absent minded, unobservant and slightly odd. And besides, her heart was already set on somebody else.
This last fact was unknown to the scores of adolescent boys who saw her in the library, contentedly putting books on a shelf.
Soon, Madoka became Prime Love Target Number One.
An English teacher noted two weeks after her Madoka's arrival that so many books had never been taken out of the library at one time before. It was a school record.
A Maths teacher noted that the ratio of boys to girls in the library at lunch time must be around 50:1.
Mr Cullen noticed that there was nowhere for him to drink his coffee in peace anymore.
One particular fan of Madoka was a 16 year old named Chouji (muaha to all Naruto fans..wait..I'm kind of one too...).
When Chouji first met Madoka, drool started coming out uncontrollably from his mouth. His friends laughed at him, his teachers sighed at him, but poor Chouji really couldn't help it.
But every time he saw her, her mouth started drooling and he stared at her, dazed, until somebody wisely hit him.
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Then, a few months later, a new librarian turned up. Literally, because Mr Cullen had forgotten to mention it to Madoka.
At the time of the new librarian's arrival, Madoka was stacking shelves, when a voice came from behind her. She turned and dropped the books.
"Lin!" She cried.
Madoka ran to hug the man who she had known through a bratty kid named Naru for many years. And thoroughly blushed afterwards at the rash act she had just performed.
Lin smiled a rare smile at her warm face.
Peeping, (and drooling) in between two books from the other side of the bookcase was Chouji.
Chouji was not happy.
Who was this new, tall, hot guy to come and cause his BELOVED to actually HUG him and BLUSH?
It just wasn't on.
Meanwhile, Madoka and Lin went to the office to catch up on the time they had missed since they had last seen each other, and also to discuss Naru and the task of finding his brother.
The office was one of the few places Chouji couldn't reach. So he went to his lesson, for which he was now 27 minutes later.
But it wasn't over.
Oh no.
The End. For now.
I'd hate to bore you much more, but think of this chapter as a filler episode to keep you going while I write up the sequel, for which I have most of the main ideas, so work will start as soon as I can!
Please take the time to read this
AND THERE IS GOING TO BE A COMPETITION!
I've never really thought it was possible to do what I am about to dare to do, but I hope this works.
Basically, I NEED YOU ALL TO COME UP WITH A COOL NAME FOR A BAND. TELL ME IN REVIEWS OR PMS.
A COOOL NAME :D
WINNER GETS THE BAND ON THIS FANFIC NAMED AFTER THEIR CHOICE, (WHICH WILL PLAY QUITE A LARGE PART LATER ON) AND ALSO GETS TO READ THE CHAPTER MENTIONING THEIR BAND BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE, THROUGH PM'S OR EMAIL.
PLUS!
MAYBE, IF I FIND OUT THEIR NAME, I WANT TO MAKE ANOTHER CHARACTER, SO THEY WILL BE NAMED AFTER THE PERSON.
You guessed it, I'm incredibly lazy.
SO REVIEW WITH COMMENTS, AND ALSO INCLUDE THE NAME OF A POTENTIAL BAND, AND YOUR NAME OR SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME.
Thank you!
xxx