Chapter 1A Chapter by GabyFirst chapter! ^^ Hope you like it.Rain
Rain. I loved everything about it. How it felt when it splashed against my skin. How it made all my fears vanish. How it soothed my broken heart. But what I loved most about it? It did something no one else cared to do. It washed away the tears. ... My eyes quickly fluttered open as I heard a strange sound coming from the window. Mentally sighing, I got up from my bed and rubbed my eyes. I approached the window and pushed the curtain aside. What I saw made me smile. I closed my eyes, happily listening to the rhythmic thuds the rain made against the window. But my happiness soon vanished once I heard the stomps approaching my room. I closed the curtain over the window and waited for the doom that would soon arrive. Just as I had predicted, the door burst open to reveal Aiko, the caretaker of the orphanage I lived in. Sometimes parents get the names right, but in her case, no. “D****t, Nami! I told you to wake me up early! I am here to watch over you!” Aiko shouted. “You told me no such thing.” I said blankly. As Aiko silently seethed at me, I looked back at the window, wishing I could be outside in the rain. “Fine, I'll let you off this time. Think of it as an early birthday present.” Aiko smirked, finally leaving the room. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my small closet. I looked through it and finally settled on some plain clothes. After getting dressed I walked over to my bathroom where I washed my hair and brushed my teeth. After that, I grabbed my hairbrush and silently brushed my hair. I finished a few moments later and walked back into my room. I headed towards my mirror to see if I looked presentable, not that anyone cared. I sighed and looked down at myself. I had pale skin and long black hair that reached all the way down to my lower back. I was a little taller than a few of the other girls who also lived in the orphanage with me, so some people would feel a little intimidated in my presence. I was used to it, it always happened. There was suddenly a knock at my door. I walked over to my door and opened it only to reveal Akemi and her little group of followers. “Hey, Nami,” Akemi smirked, “What's up?” “Nothing. Now leave, you're annoying me.” I said. I tried to close the door on her, but she quickly gabbed it. I showed no emotion, but I mentally scowled. “Now, now, Nami. It's not nice closing the door on your friends.” she said, fake pouting. “Yes, 'friends'.” She narrowed here eyes at me, “Any who, we know your birthday is tomorrow.” I started at her, not caring. I bet she was trying to go somewhere with what she was saying, but would probably soon forget. Yeah, that's how she was. “And it's your 18th one, right?” she pestered. I nodded reluctantly. “So you'll be kicked out. Then we won't have to see your old boring face anymore.” Akemi laughed, her group laughing along with her. “You don't think I know that? Wow, Akemi, you out dumb-ed yourself. Congrats. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm busy.” I closed the door on her angry face and sighed after I heard them walk away. Of course I had known. I would get kicked out since I was turning 18 tomorrow. And I was barely going to start senior year in a week. I really had no idea what to do, but I kept acting as if I didn't care so no one would bother me about. It seemed to be working too. I walked out of my room, making sure to close the door behind me, and walked to the 'living room.' All it really was was a big room with scattered furniture and a TV. It was where everyone went to hangout, but for me, it was where I got constantly bullied. Not that I cared. I walked into the big room and sat down on the couch, taking out a book to read to pass the time. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a couple of girls giving me nasty looks. I ignored them and continued reading. I was already used to it, it happened everyday. I really don't know why people hated me so much, but they'd just have to deal with it for the rest of the day. I was leaving tomorrow. “Nami.” a voice called out my name. I looked up to see Aiko holding out a letter to me. I took it in confusion. “It's for you.” Aiko answered, walking away after. I put my book down and opened the letter. I read the contents slowly. After I was done, I read it a few more times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I mean, this wasn't possible! Dear Nami Amaya, We are pleased to send you this letter. We have seen your grades and have decided that you are eligible for a scholarship to Hana Academy. We hope you accept this offer as we are very eager for your reply. If you have any questions please call one of the numbers at the bottom of this letter. Sincerely Hana Academy staff and Headmaster I sat there completely stunned. I didn't actually think I'd get a scholarship! And that school was known for it's students. Only the smartest and richest got into that school. I looked at the bottom of the letter to see a phone number. I got up and headed for the nearest phone. Once there, I dialed the number and waited. “Hello, Hana Academy. How may I help you?” a female voice said over the phone. “Yes, um, I'm calling about the scholarship I was offered.” “Of course. Your name please.” “Nami Amaya.” “Yes, Miss Nami. If you accept the scholarship then please come with all your things. That is all I can say, please have a nice day.” Before I could stop her, she hung up leaving me very confused. I hung up as well and looked at the letter again. I silently thought over the matter. I am being kicked out tomorrow. Maybe I should go... “Ew, she's looking over here.” I heard someone say a little ways off in front of me. “Lets leave before we catch her disease.” said the other. I watched the two of them leave, not sparing me another glance. Maybe it would be better if I left. No one liked me here and I was always bothered with their 'bullying.' I walked back to my room, hoping and praying I was making the right choice. ... It was now eleven o' clock. I was sitting in my bed, staring blankly at a picture of me and my parents. I was seen laughing while my parents both smiled at me. I don't remember when this was token or how old I was. I started at it every night before going to bed so that I might remember something about them, but nothing ever came. I still remember the day I woke up in the hospital on the night of the accident. I had no idea what was going on. The doctors said I had been in a car accident and that my parents hadn't survived. But no matter hard I tried to remember, I couldn't. The doctors said that it was normal and that I'd probably get my memory back in a few days. I didn't of course. And so I've lived here the rest of my life. No one wanted to adopt me saying that I was too quiet and that I always looked depressed. I sighed and put the picture on my nightstand. That was the only thing they were able to get out of my parents wrecked car. I turned off the lights and settled in my bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day and I would need as much energy as I could get. ... I woke up the next morning to a sunny day. I frowned at this. I had hoped it would rain like yesterday. But I ignored it and reluctantly got ready. The door to my room suddenly burst open as Aiko stomped into my room. “Nami! What do you mean you're leaving?” she shouted as usual. “Exactly what it means. I'm getting kicked out anyway, why should you care?” I asked. “Fine, but don't be expecting I'm going to drive you there!” she yelled as she stormed out of my room. Ignoring what she said, I continued. Once I had finished, I grabbed my luggage and walked to the door, but quickly stopped. I looked over at my nightstand and saw that my picture was still there. Putting it with the rest of my stuff, I outside. I was careful walking down the small steps and waited. Soon enough, the bus drove up and stopped on the road in front of me. I grabbed my things and stepped into it. I paid the driver and sat down. About thirty minutes later, the bus stopped at my destination. I stepped out with my things and looked up at my new school. © 2013 GabyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 22, 2011 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 AuthorGabyCAAboutHi, my name's Gabriella, but please call me Gaby. I'm 17, birthday's June 1st and am currently in high school. I don't like going outside much, read too much fan fiction, and tend to hate most peop.. more..Writing
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