HEYYYYYYYY. I'm still partly new, so be nice. If you don't like this chapter, please tell me how I could improve, what things I could include in the next chapter. Sorry if I disappoint you( because I suck at writing =P). So yea, ENJOY. ^o^
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN KHR! If I did, there would be no mary sues.
Chapter 1
Anna POV
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Shut up, urgh. What time is it? 8:30. How many minutes until school? School starts at 8:40, so I have... 10 MINUTES.
Where is my dress? Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Who cares, I'll just skip school.
I guess that didn't happen because I am currently running out the door with a piece of toast with jam in my left hand grabbing my school bag with the other and hoping I won't randomly throw it into the lake because I am SO FRUSTRATED. Oh wait no, that was entirely my fault for not having set an alarm clock for the FIRST day of high school. I face palm only to realise that I now have jam. On my head. Which is clearly visible. AND I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL LOOKING LIKE THIS. Sigh, why am I so stupid.
As I arrive at school and enter the school hall, I feel it. Their eyes drill holes into my head and I just stand there like an awkward turtle until a teacher motions to a chair and I waddle to the chair careful not to trip. They begin their assembly again acting like it NEVER HAPPENED but you can tell. Teachers have that tone when they're angry at someone and they think it's not obvious but it is. Droning off to sleep. I wake up to the tugging of my lazily buttoned up dress.
Looking up through my tired eyes, I see that unmistakable red wisp of hair in my face. Then that wisp of hair is gone only to be replaced with his gently red eyes. He looks so sweet right now. I feel light headed to think that someone like him cares for someone like me.
But I can't hang around him too much, my parents tell me not to anyway. They say he's dangerous and all but I can't see that. I mean seriously how much harm can a boy my age do. He obviously doesn't look like someone who will set house fires, or takes drugs or kills people. SERIOUSLY. There is a chance he might do that but honestly, I don't think so.
Okay, I am getting sidetracked. Now that I have finished my little rant about that we can continue.
SO
After I left the assembly with him and his friends, we hung out in the classroom and we simply talked about things like we always did on a day to day basis. The way they always argued. It was comforting to know I had a place to belong. I feel wanted. Needed. Loved.
It's been a long time I felt this, I wonder when was the last time I was happy about how my life was going. I mean living in Italy wasn't bad and all but, sigh, I just liked Japan better. It was where I was born, raised so I know the culture better and my parents are JAPANESE. WHY WOULD YOU MOVE TO ITALY? 'Family business' as they called it. I still have no idea what the hell this family business is for it to be so important to move to Italy.
When I was little I do remember them talking about something while I was eavesdropping. Though I was too young to understand so I can't remember anything. Yeah, I was so dumb back then.
"Anna."
"Anna."
"Anna."
"ANNA."
Being shaken ferociously by your shoulder makes me feel like a doll. Screamed in the ear by one of the few people who can break glass by singing is not funny. Not cool either.
"What?" I answer in my best possible plastic voice accompanied by my perfected fake smile and unrealistic large eyes. I find it was only Koyo Aoba. Keeping the smile on my face, my eyes glare at him.
"GET UP. TIME FOR CLASS ANNA."
I think about when I'll need to get my ears checked as I waddle to my desk, still slightly dazed from my daydreaming session. I plop down into my chair while thinking about how to increase the volume of my voice. Aoba should have a taste of his own medicine right? But I don't think he has even shown his full potential. Looking over to my left I see him. He sees me staring and I quickly look away. Awkward. Class has officially started and the teacher announced that the seats we are in are permanent for the rest of the year.
Looking over to my right, I see someone I don't know. I look across the class and I spot a few familiar people. That's Violetta, Maria, Sofia, Aria and ummmm what's her name again? Lessia? No, that sounded too sophisticated. LILIANA, yes that's her name. I wonder, how many people do I know in this class. Do I know her? No I don't know him, don't know her, oh I think I might know him, not her, not her, maybe her.
While living in my own world, the teacher walked up to my desk and was waiting for me to stop talking to myself. But I was living in my own world, so I didn't realise. I can't believe how long she managed to stand there without getting extremely pissed at me.
"Would you mind sharing with the class you are murmuring about?". Her voice literally dripped with poison but I was still in daydreaming mode so I had the guts to counteract that statement with. "Yes, I do mind so could you stop being so nosy. No one likes nosy people."
Silence~
What I said was true but I didn't mean to say it out loud, it just tumbled out. But I can't worry about that now because I feel a murderous aura above me. I. Am. So Dead. I don't even know why I feel like I still have hope of getting out of here alive.
"IT WASN'T HER FAULT MISS."
My saviour has come, I am grateful for once that you are my friend Aoba. I was literally crying tears of joy he said that. Then the teacher looked at both of us and I thought she was going to kill us both but she just glared and turned away. Her heels clacked across the ground with a quick pace. She looked back at the board with a constant scowl on her face and began explaining something I don't understand. Oh well.
When she finishes explaining, the bell rings for home time, already. Whoa. Time flies when you're having fun. But I wasn't having fun. And time didn't fly, I think I just fell asleep. So basically that entire statement was a lie, my life is so full of lies.
Getting up and leaving the main building of our school, yeah cause our school is just that huge, I headed towards the front gate. Right on time, a sleek black car pulled up and I slid into the backseat. As per usual my parents didn't pick me up, my care taker did. But what surprised me was that when I got home my parents were sitting at the dinner table very quietly. A little too quietly for my taste.
Without even wasting a single breath, my mum said "We're moving back to Japan".