Chpt 2
Author's note: I don't own anything except Chiyo, and she's got nothing to do with the Chiyo in memoirs of a geisha. PLSE REVIEW.
They stepped off the bus. The crisp chilling morning air freshened Cody's mind, and some of the troubles he had on the bus slowly left him. And came back once he entered his homeroom class.
As he sat down, a few paper balls flew at him. Most missed. But the hurt in his heart was a lot worse than if the paper balls had hit. "Hi" came the cheerful voice, and someone plopped down next to him. "My name is Chiyo, I am new here. What's yours?" that was the friendly voice again. He turned around. An Asian girl with short cropped hair, pale skin, brown eyes, baggy shirt and jeans was next to him. And she was Talking to him. He quietly replied "Cody Martin. Been here for years." Before they said anything else, the bell rang, and Mr Frost walked in. "Class, I want you to meet a new student, Chiyo Watanabe, and since Cody, you are next to her, plse show her around the school later."
Heads turned. A small group of girls spoke up "You don't have to go like with the nerd, you can go with like us." "No thanks." Not much else happened that homeroom.
They were actually having a good conversation. Chiyo had a wicked sense of humor and the things about the cultures of Japan were very interesting. "So you were saying, Cody Martin in Japanese should be…" "Asuka Yamashita. It means 'fragrance of the bright day'."
"Interesting." "Oh, by the way, I need help with the Spanish homework, my old school has not studied it so advanced." "Ok."
Dear Diary
I meet a new girl named Chiyo today. We quickly became friends. I helped her with her Spanish homework at my house, I have to admit, it feels good to helping another student with homework when you are asked nicely. But here is the bad part.
I met Zack and his gang met me at the alley. It was the worse night of my life. They raped me. And beat me. Then took half a pint of my blood for money. I cannot belive Zack would do something like it. And nothing hurts more than what he said to me, when the gang walked past me, while I was sprawled on the street. "I hate you Cody. You are pathetic." Those words are still ringing in my ears. I have to go now, or I will completely drench this book with my tears.
Cody