Disclaimer: I do not own Pretear. Or do I? Do I own Pretear Kei?
Kei: I don't think so.
Me: I thought so. Enjoy chapter two!
Chapter Two, I'm The Pretear?
I had that feeling the whole two hours that me and Ben sat in the school. We left the lunchroom and then I saw him. A guy with brown hair and the sides were red. Red….
"That's an odd hair color." I muttered as I walked down the hall with Ben. Ben had my purse, so he looked a little weird. He always did that. The guy followed. I walked into my mother's classroom. She was standing at her desk, writing something. We were late or my mother got off early. Normally she would be outside, bring the kids to their cars, but I guess she had a different job today.
"Hello Mom!" My mother smiled.
"Hello Sable." I sat down on the rug and I sighed. I heard the Roberson boys running down the hall. Mom grabbed her bags and I stood right back up.
"Get your bags. We're leaving." I grabbed my backpack, telling myself that I should have kept it on. Ben took my purse again, even when I told him that I got it. He didn't listen.
Once again, I saw that guy. This time he was with a group of boys. One had blue hair, two blond, one orange, and two with white. I walked right pass them, but someone grabbed my arm. I looked behind me. It was the brown head.
"Let me go." I said. I didn't yell it. Ben stopped when he saw that I wasn't walking anymore.
"Sable-San." Ben turned around and saw the guy holding my arm. Ben glared at the guy. "Mrs. Kira, can you wait for me and Sable." My mother stopped and turned around. She muttered something under her breath.
"Be careful Ben. I don't know if you should trust those men." My mother walked to the car and she packed it up as Ben took his backpack off. He walked toward me.
"Please let Sable go." Ben asked as he grabbed my hand. I blushed.
"Gou! Get over here!" One of the boys yelled. The brown head looked at me with surprise. I gave him a bit of a glare. Gou's grip fell apart and Ben started to walk. I followed, since I couldn't do anything else. My arm said something on it. You are the Pretear, Sable. I ignored the weird writing and caught up with Ben, who had let my hand go. I jumped into the front as Ben jumped into the back. He gave me my purse.
Sorry that it's sooo short! I'm not sure that I wrote this chapter like I wanted to. Oh well! I'll try harder on the next chapter.