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Tuesday, July 31, 2007 Y

Sunlight streamed into the room as Aki rubbed her eyes. A quick glance around her told her the bell had rung and there she was, sleeping in the classroom. Great, just great. First the horrific memory that would not stop replaying itself, to the fact she had fallen asleep on the first day of school. The day could not get any worse than this, or so she thought. She walked out of the classroom, calling out a lazy greeting to her friends passing by, and made her way to her locker. Spinning the code like an expert, she yawned to herself, thinking: who was that girl? And why does she keep appearing in my dreams? Queer. Her locker popped open, revealing a messy interior and her lucky mirror attached to the door of her locker. With a sigh, she started sorting out her locker, when her reflection caught her eye.

She was 16, going on 17, in her senior year in Akirahashi High, the only decent one in acres around. A brunette beauty, if the seniors said so. Unusual cat-like hazel eyes looked back at her from the mirror, reflecting her dream. They had found her by their doorstep at birth, or so her foster-parents said. An active child, she could not remember anything about herself before the age of five. Weird, she had always thought of it. How can I find out the truth about myself? I need to find out more. A lot more.

So absorbed in her thoughts she was, she didn’t notice him creeping up, getting closer by the minute, until it was too late.

“You’re mine now! Gotcha!” laughed Will.

Aki spun around, surprise clearly etched on her face as she glared at her Spanish boyfriend of two years. Tall, pale and handsome, he was every girl’s ideal man. Unfortunately for them, he fell in love with her in their junior year, as she did to him. She never knew why he was here in Japan enrolling in the school or why he had an uncanny knack of turning up when she was in danger, playing the gorgeous hero role perfectly many times over the past two years since they first met.

She always found herself lost in his perfectly dreamy green eyes, bright like a cats, but at the same time, cloudy, like he was always lost in thought, daydreaming. Looks could be deceiving though. He was quick in thought and reaction, surprising her in more than one occasion. He had the looks of an immortal, ivory smooth skin contrasting his dark wavy hair that had a habit of covering his beautiful eyes.

They tussled around with each other for a while, earning them aspirated sighs from the people still using the hall, well known by people for their childish antics, before separating their separate ways to their different classes.

Once Will was gone, Aki slipped into the restroom, and hit the wall straight in the face.

“Oww… Since when was there a wall here…” complained Aki, rubbing her head. She looked up in horror. The “wall” was actually the rock-hard solid abs of the meanest girl in school, Diana, an evil cheerleader flocked by her minions.



{{ 7/31/2007 09:35:00 pm -
Her heart is still bleeding}






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