Kill me already. I'd rather DIE, than go through this again. My hands were neatly placed on my lap, and shaking in the forms of fists. Quick options: 1:Ignore. 2:Look annoyed, 3:reply without looking at his face. "G'mornin." I finally zei while looking out the window. Then gossip started going around the moment I spoke in 5 years. I didn't want to waste my first words on some rubbish.
There was a REASON why I didn't want to talk. I heard people whisper, "So she ISN'T dead!" "Why doesn't she speak any other time?" "MIND YOUR OWN CRAP, u IDIOTS!" Damon suddenly blurted out into the open as he sat in his chair with his legs crossed over his desk, and arms crossed at the same time. "Look. You've probably got problems of your own, so don't u DARE mess with someone else's." Then as he continued, he pointed at me. "And look. From now on, I'll be vrienden with this girl here, and I'll make her talk a THOUSAND WORDS A DAY, SO DON'T GOSSIP!!" Then I looked at him as if he were crazy.
Then Damon grabbed my hand, and shook it wildly like a 2nd grader. His hand was squishy and warm. Then a book went flying at his head, and he was sent flying to the floor. "HEY! TALK ON YOUR OWN TIME!" The teacher screamed as he slammed his hands on the podium, and several students laughed at the same time.
'Goddamit, Damon.' I thought as I started to laugh loudly. Then Damon smiled warmly at me as he sat fumbled on the ground.
Lunch period-
Depressing, depressing. once again at the bibliotheek door myself (besides the student librarian), eating my fried teriyaki chicken with rice, listening to music, and reading another shounen manga AGAIN. Then a disruption came in through the bibliotheek doors. "Alright Sakura, where ARE YOU?!" I heard someone shout over the silence of the library, and start stomping. The stomping got louder, and louder then I finally saw a glimpse of the nearly white hair and I thought to myself, "Oh, no." Then he looked my way, and he ran to sit down with me as he held two cans of IZZIE, and brought a lunchbox and placed it on the bibliotheek table. He took out puffy cheetos, a purple striped thermos full of who knows what, a spoon, (obviously) and a small, green, plastic container of sugar cookies.
I was staring at the cheeto puffs because I was pretty fond of them, and staring at the IZZIE soda cans because I've never seen those before. Then I think he noticed me staring, because he asked, "Sakura, have u ever tried IZZIE soda before?" then I replied embarrassingly and softly, "No." Then he cracked open a can swiftly, and urged me to drink. so I held the can in my hands and I looked at the label. the flavor was raspberry. 'I am fond of raspberries..' so I tilted it slightly into my mouth, and a fizzy liquid came pouring into my mouth. "It does taste like raspberries." I mumbled to myself.
"PFFT!!" Damon just suddenly started cracking up, and slammed one of his hands on the table, and the other one held his stomach. I even saw a few tears on the carpet. I then asked annoyed, "What the hell is so funny?" "It's your reaction!!" He zei as it looked like painfully, and continued to laugh. "It's too cute!" he remarked as he smiled, and started to sit up straight.
"Too bad u can't talk like that all the time." Damon remarked again. 'Too bad, huh..' I thought to myself as as I visualized what it would be like if I did. Me and a small group of girls, Damon and a small group of guys, our groups passing door each other as we talk to the other people, then the world turned black and Damon and his group faded away along with my group, except for me.. "Umm.. Sakura?" Damon asked with a puzzled look. "Nandemo nai." I mumbled to myself, thinking that he wouldn't know what I said.
"Sore wa nani mo shimasen." He replied. Wow surprising. Does he.... Then I asked, "You know Japanese?" "Well, yeah. I grew up in Japan, and was born there after all. I'm not Asian though. My mother is Russian and Egyptian, and my Father is Caribbean, and Czecholosvakian. My father and mother were interested in Japanese culture, and so he paid a visit with my mother, but I came into the world, and my parents decided that our family should live there for a couple of years. Then we came here, to the U.S.A. when I finished junior high."
"Sugoi." I mumbled, but with my hands folded under my chin, and my eyes as wide as an eagle.
"Go ahead and have a Cheetoh. I saw u eyeing them, after all." Damon suddenly blurted out. "Sure, okay." I replied. *crunch!* CRASH! A mes flew past Damon and me and flew into the window, creating a shattering sound. "Cecil, stop following me!" I shouted. "Why?" The red haired man asked, while twirling with a pen. "Umm.. Sakura, who is this guy?"
Damon shakily asked. "He's..." I started. Damon peered into my eyes.
"My..."
"Brother."
There was a REASON why I didn't want to talk. I heard people whisper, "So she ISN'T dead!" "Why doesn't she speak any other time?" "MIND YOUR OWN CRAP, u IDIOTS!" Damon suddenly blurted out into the open as he sat in his chair with his legs crossed over his desk, and arms crossed at the same time. "Look. You've probably got problems of your own, so don't u DARE mess with someone else's." Then as he continued, he pointed at me. "And look. From now on, I'll be vrienden with this girl here, and I'll make her talk a THOUSAND WORDS A DAY, SO DON'T GOSSIP!!" Then I looked at him as if he were crazy.
Then Damon grabbed my hand, and shook it wildly like a 2nd grader. His hand was squishy and warm. Then a book went flying at his head, and he was sent flying to the floor. "HEY! TALK ON YOUR OWN TIME!" The teacher screamed as he slammed his hands on the podium, and several students laughed at the same time.
'Goddamit, Damon.' I thought as I started to laugh loudly. Then Damon smiled warmly at me as he sat fumbled on the ground.
Lunch period-
Depressing, depressing. once again at the bibliotheek door myself (besides the student librarian), eating my fried teriyaki chicken with rice, listening to music, and reading another shounen manga AGAIN. Then a disruption came in through the bibliotheek doors. "Alright Sakura, where ARE YOU?!" I heard someone shout over the silence of the library, and start stomping. The stomping got louder, and louder then I finally saw a glimpse of the nearly white hair and I thought to myself, "Oh, no." Then he looked my way, and he ran to sit down with me as he held two cans of IZZIE, and brought a lunchbox and placed it on the bibliotheek table. He took out puffy cheetos, a purple striped thermos full of who knows what, a spoon, (obviously) and a small, green, plastic container of sugar cookies.
I was staring at the cheeto puffs because I was pretty fond of them, and staring at the IZZIE soda cans because I've never seen those before. Then I think he noticed me staring, because he asked, "Sakura, have u ever tried IZZIE soda before?" then I replied embarrassingly and softly, "No." Then he cracked open a can swiftly, and urged me to drink. so I held the can in my hands and I looked at the label. the flavor was raspberry. 'I am fond of raspberries..' so I tilted it slightly into my mouth, and a fizzy liquid came pouring into my mouth. "It does taste like raspberries." I mumbled to myself.
"PFFT!!" Damon just suddenly started cracking up, and slammed one of his hands on the table, and the other one held his stomach. I even saw a few tears on the carpet. I then asked annoyed, "What the hell is so funny?" "It's your reaction!!" He zei as it looked like painfully, and continued to laugh. "It's too cute!" he remarked as he smiled, and started to sit up straight.
"Too bad u can't talk like that all the time." Damon remarked again. 'Too bad, huh..' I thought to myself as as I visualized what it would be like if I did. Me and a small group of girls, Damon and a small group of guys, our groups passing door each other as we talk to the other people, then the world turned black and Damon and his group faded away along with my group, except for me.. "Umm.. Sakura?" Damon asked with a puzzled look. "Nandemo nai." I mumbled to myself, thinking that he wouldn't know what I said.
"Sore wa nani mo shimasen." He replied. Wow surprising. Does he.... Then I asked, "You know Japanese?" "Well, yeah. I grew up in Japan, and was born there after all. I'm not Asian though. My mother is Russian and Egyptian, and my Father is Caribbean, and Czecholosvakian. My father and mother were interested in Japanese culture, and so he paid a visit with my mother, but I came into the world, and my parents decided that our family should live there for a couple of years. Then we came here, to the U.S.A. when I finished junior high."
"Sugoi." I mumbled, but with my hands folded under my chin, and my eyes as wide as an eagle.
"Go ahead and have a Cheetoh. I saw u eyeing them, after all." Damon suddenly blurted out. "Sure, okay." I replied. *crunch!* CRASH! A mes flew past Damon and me and flew into the window, creating a shattering sound. "Cecil, stop following me!" I shouted. "Why?" The red haired man asked, while twirling with a pen. "Umm.. Sakura, who is this guy?"
Damon shakily asked. "He's..." I started. Damon peered into my eyes.
"My..."
"Brother."
Sakura's brother
