Modern girl chapter 5
'sup people?
texting sure is popular in this chapter.
It was an early Saturday morning, the day Ayumi knew she'd be getting the results, when she heard her phone ping with a text. Yawning, she fumbled around on the floor for her phone, eventually finding it and bringing it up to where she was lying down. She was getting a lot of texts recently, maybe she was going to get popular like Satoshi or Seiko! That would make everyone notice her more, instead if them going places without her or arguing with her, cough, cough, Naomi. Clicking on the text message, she realised it was from yet another unknown number.
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From: Unknown sender.
Bitch, there's no way your getting a specially recommended place, I am. Loser!111!1
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Her heart sank with sadness and disbelief at the text. Who could of been mean enough to send that text to her, especially on results day? She would usually jump to the conclusion it was Naomi being spiteful because of how Satoshi behaved around Ayumi on her last day before the break. But Naomi never swore, plus this was an unknown number and they also mention the specially recommended place. It was true, Ayumi was going for the scholarship, but she didn't want to get her hopes up so she had told herself it was ok if she had to play like everyone else. Suddenly, as she thought about the people there for the interview, she realised it had to be that snooty girl who complained all the time. She had been so boring and rude that Ayumi had already forgotten her name, which was a thing she did rarely since she had an abnormally good memory for her age. Sensibly, she deleted the message and number, hoping she would be bored and not bother her again. At least she didn't react. Ping! Another text? Geez, she thought, now she knew why celebrities never answer messages because they get so freaking many! Though she wasn't a celebrity, of course.
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To: Ayumi From: Sakura
Eep, my results have arrived! I don't want to look at them here with my brother nosing around. Can I, perhaps come over?
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To: Sakura From: Ayumi
Sure, any requests at all?
-With one attachment
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Smiling, Ayumi texted her reply with her address attached to it. Her parents were out on a business trip and Hinoe had gone to do a private spirit session at some body's house so it would be fine for her to come over for a bit.
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To Ayumi: From: Sakura
Windows open please, I might hyperventilate or something. Lol.
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She quickly got up, dressed and ready, hoping she looked as presentable as when Sakura last saw her. After around half an hour, she heard a knocking at her door and excitedly opened it, sporting a huge smile. However that quickly vanished and was replaced by a nervous sign when she saw it was in fact the postman with her results. She thanked the post man with a slight smirk and shoved the bundle of letters in the hall. They were mostly for her parents but one stuck out, a brown parcel thick with forms and letters, which were most definitely her results. She was excited, of course, but at the same time, dreading it, for she might of not even got in, their was a half chance though. Noting that Sakura was over ten minutes late, she texted her briefly.
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To: Sakura From: Ayumi
Mine have arrived now, are you still coming?
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Her phone instantly bleeped the same annoying tone. She really needed to change that.
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To: Ayumi From: Sakura
Sorry, but my cousins just came over without notice with my aunt and uncle so I can't come over. So sorry!"
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To: Sakura From: Ayumi.
No prob. Let me know what your get.
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Ayumi shut the front door with a sigh, the heavy package in her hand glaring at her fiercely as if saying! open me! So with a nervous smile on her lips, she walked back into the living room to open the package. She was kind of relived that no one was around to see her reaction to it, even Sakura who she was looking forward to seeing the results with, but it didn't really bother her that much. Family comes before friends. Ripping the parcel open, she pulled out several sheets of paper, which were thick with writing all over them. One she recognised to be the notes the woman had taken at the interview, the others seemed like forms and stuff so she read the notes first. It had all her basic details written in a box at the top with neat handwriting, and larger boxes with some of the question the men had asked her at the interview. Instantly her eyes scanned for the adjectives, since she cared greatly what other people thought about her or described her as. 'Very keen' ; 'Clearly controlled and motivated' ; 'Studious' and 'Nervous' were just a few of the words the woman had hurriedly written down. The lady hadn't written down the answers Ayumi had said to the questions as she had expected, but instead had written down comments on the answers. The last box was particularly long; as Ayumi had answered it very throughly as she has remembered. Cringing, she turned it over, onto a page that simply states 'Additional Comments.' They all said how 'dedicated' she was with her "creative work' but needed more 'confidence' and 'refinement'. Ayumi had no idea what they meant; she was always confident around people but, she supposed, this was a nervous time her. By refinement, they most likely meant that she needed to rush less or something like that, she didn't really know for herself.
Now was the moment of truth. Would she get the scholarship? Would she even get a place at all? The answer was just moments away...
'Ayumi Shinozaki has been accepted a place for the Illustration course starting in the next business/school year. Signed, Chou Ito, chairman of the illustration department.'
A place. Did that mean she hadn't gotten the special recommendation? Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she re read all of the sheets over and over again. No special recommendation. No scholarship. Which was, fine, I mean she got the place and everything, but she hadn't been good enough for the scholarship. Her parents would have to pay though, but Ayumi hoped that they wouldn't mind that much. After all, she was still doing the course and it meant no difference in the stuff that she'd be studying. Trying not to feel disappointed, Ayumi texted Sakura her results, before quickly changing the ringtone so it wouldn't make her jump every time it went off. No reply came soon, so Ayumi had to presume that she was busy with her family at home still. Flicking through her news feed, she got yet another text. Geez, what was it with these people and their flipping texts? But it wasn't from Sakura as she hoped. It was from 'the' unknown sender.
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To: Ayumi From: Unknown sender
Happy with your results? It's such a shame you didn't get a special recommendation!
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To: Unknown receiver From: Ayumi
How do you even know about that anyway? And shut up because I'm glad I got in.
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To: Ayumi From: Unknown Sender.
I'm not who you think I am! I'm waaaay more smart. I looked up your results on the files, of course. I've also got Sakura's results as well as Yuuto's and Shigeru's.
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To: Unknown Sender From: Ayumi
Back off! I'm going to ignore you, your just wasting my precious time! And phone credit!
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Ayumi threw her smart phone across the room in anger, annoyed how some one could treat her like that and put her down as if she was something stupid and small. Who was that anyway? It did sound a lot like the posh girl from the waiting room, but she wasn't too sure about tv that now. She didn't know her enough to have her number; yet she couldn't think of anyone else who wanted a place as badly as her and who knew about her ambitions. She wondered if she should report it, but to stop fuss happening with her parents, she instead blocked the number from her phone, making her realise that she should of done that before the person had sent the last few texts. Oh well, it was over now. Absentmindedly, her thoughts wondered to Yoshiki, and how he would, or should in his case, be studying chemistry right now. That's right, the studious girl had copied it for herself just so she could keep up on the stuff he was looking at everyday. She knew it was quite a big ask for the dequiliant boy, but she knew it would be worth the hard work and boringness so he could get into her school, Kisiragi. Wow, just imagine that! Not that he'd be staying long or anything, there was only one more term left, however despite that, she knew it would help him onto the right track again and get him a better job, if the plan worked out. After a few long minutes of thinking, she decided to get up and do something since she was bored, restless and desperate for some company. She hoped Yoshiki wouldn't be bothered if she came over, after all perhaps she could help him study a bit for the entrance exam. She had also done the entrance exam to get in and hadn't struggled on any parts of it although she wasn't the cleverest person in her class, that indeed was Naomi, unfortunately. But Ayumi believed she could teach more since she was far more studious, where as Naomi was a bit more carefree.
Ayumi ran up to her room to grab her bag, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. She took it hastily, shut the open window on second thought, then walked out of her room and downstairs, not noticing there was a piece of paper caught between the window and it's frame.
-You can block me forever, but I'll always be here-
Whoa freaky! It looks like someone has it in for Ayumi...
This kind of reminds me of pride from Full Metal Alchemist,with the whole lurking in the shadows you know?
Remember the FFR!
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