"Ugh! I never want to see another box in my life!" Kianna whined, collapsing onto the table.
One of her younger brothers grinned and grabbed a tiny box. He went around the table and slowly came up, just barely showing his eyes and holding the box above his head. "Box."
"Mark! Go away. I'm pooped!" She waved him away from her and walked to her room, getting her backpack for school.
She decided to walk to school. While she was walking, a couple of kids stared.
Kianna smiled shyly at them and kept walking.
Once she got to her school, she looked around the grounds. The school was tall, wide and white, slightly color drained from being there for so long, with many windows and a few doors on the front. She guessed there were more doors in the back though. The fields were a luscious green color and there were many kids running around, talking and playing a few games before school. She went over to some wooden benches, with their colors slightly faded, and sat down to write.
Some bullies walked up behind her and pushed her off the bench.
"Hey!" Kianna exclaimed, trying to shout, but didn't have the courage to.
"You must be new here. Well, since you're new, we'll go easy on you. But that will go on for . . . " The tall chubby boy paused, pretended to think for a moment. "About a week. Then you'd better look out." He smirked.
"I'm, Ijimekko." He put out his hand to shake hers.
Kianna stood up slowly and hesitated to shake his hand.
"Shake it." Ijimekko hissed, glaring her in the eyes.
She was still thinking if she should shake his hand or not, when the bell rang. She sighed with relief, grabbed her notebook and backpack and ran inside.
Kianna was walking to her class room. "I've only met one kid, and I already hate this school." She muttered irritably.
"Class, today we have a new student. Please come up and introduce yourself." The teacher said, motioning Kianna to come up to the front of the class and introduce herself.
Kianna walked up and bowed. "Ohayou, minna. Atashi wa Yuki Kianna." ("Good morning, everyone. I'm Kianna Yuki.") She smiled shyly.
"Where did you move from?" The teacher asked curiously.
"America." She said, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Sugoi!" ("Amazing!") She smiled kindly. "You may take your seat now."
Kianna walked over to her seat and sat down. She noticed Ijimekko staring at her, and she blushed. She didn't like him — At ALL. But don't you get embarrassed whenever a guy is looking at you?
Ijimekko smirked and he put his chin up, pushing out his lower lip slightly in a weird gesture.
Kianna looked away with a freaked out look on her face.
Once school was over, she went to the park to write again.
While she was walking, there was a boy nearby, up in his room, shirtless and deep in thought, as always.
Kianna sat down on a bench and looked at her surroundings.
A large girly building caught her eye. It had a few pointy things on the roof that were dark pink, with a lighter pink balcony right below the roof and the lightest pink on the wall below that, with some dark pink windows in random places. There was another slightly dark balcony in the middle, circling all around the building, and a large door in the center. Then below that second balcony, there was another light pink wall with larger heart-shaped windows everywhere, and a double door entrance in the center, with a straight stone pathway that led to a tall, green, hedge-like archway.
Kianna smiled. "Kawaii!"("Cute!") But then, she saw one of the many windows open and someone standing behind it, inside the building.
Her eyes got wide and she flushed a dark shade of crimson. "Eeeek!"
She had seen the boy shirtless.
The boy heard her and swivelled around to see Kianna, faced toward him with her eyes covered, and her cheeks extremely red. He freaked out slightly and grabbed his shirt.
"Gah! I think I'm blind!" She felt around for her bag and notebook. She finally found them and put the notebook in her backpack. She grabbed the backpack and walked quickly away.
The boy walked outside, looking for the girl. "Was that Yuki?"
"That guy looked like Shirogane-san." She paused, blushing. "If it was, I saw him . . . shirtless." She blushed deep red, holding back a squeal.
When she got home, her older brother, Chad, noticed that she was blushing beet red.
"Heh.. Kianna's been up to something dirty." He teased, smirking.
Kianna scowled at her older brother. "Shut up, Chad. I haven't 'been up' to anything. " She hissed.
"What happened?" Chad asked, ignoring her request to be quiet.
"Why would I tell you?" Kianna retorted rudely.
"Because, I'll tell dad if you don't." Chad threatened.
Her eyes widened. "Fine . . . I saw a guy . . . shirtless."
He burst out laughing. "Oh dude, you are in BIG trouble."
"What?! You said you wouldn't tell him!"
"I never said I would." He smirked wide.
Kianna froze fearfully, now knowing what he was saying. "He's right behind me . . . Isn't he?"
Chad just nodded slowly, his eyes closed as he leaned back, looking cool.
She swivelled around to see her furious dad. He had fire in his eyes and you could practically see steam coming out his ears. "Dad!"
"You saw a guy shirtless?! Were you doing something with him?!" Her father shrieked angrily.
Kianna blushed and backed up. "Dad, you are SOOO gross! I was just at the park, writing and I saw him up in his room, without a shirt!"
He was just getting more and more mad.
She looked at her arm. "Oh, look at the time! I should go do my homework!" She dashed off to her room.
She slammed the door and locked it, then began doing her homework. After that, she grabbed a blank piece of paper and began writing a fan fiction again.
Later that night, she was staring out her window into the Tokyo sky, when she saw a shooting star pass through the starry night sky.
"Cool!" She closed her eyes and thought for a moment about what she wanted to wish for. "I wish that the most interesting things will happen to me for the rest of the school week." She opened her eyes and sighed. "That's probably the same thing I wish for, every time I see something I can wish on . . . " She looked up into the sky, and yawned. "Time for bed . . . "