First off, I have been working hard to draw a picture of Ami. I know all আপনি nonexistent fangirls are just dying to see his artificial ginger glory -w- Now, on with the story! Music I played while I লেখা this: link link
-- August 29th, 2006
Today I prepared for school tomorrow. I laid out my পছন্দ dress, which is dull green made of thin fabric that almost reaches my knees. The মণ্ডল scoops and it's made of white জরি with a bow in the center. I similar bow goes in my hair, and I wear black shoes with a small heal. I like the heal; I look less short. I also like my dress. My grandmother bought it for me back when it touched my ankles. I only got thinner since then, so it still fits. I gathered some money I had saved for a few years that added up to a total of 15 dollars and walked to the store. On the shelf in the back were rows and rows of colorful backpacks. I picked one out that was small, but could fit plenty of books. it was tan and even had wheels so my ankles wouldn't get tired. That happens sometimes when I carry heavy things. That evening I opened the door to grandmother's bedroom. A faint smile crossed her face, and when she took my hand it was তিক্ত cold.
"Eiko." she drawled.
"Thats my name." I quivered, sucking in tears. She continued to smile and curled my hair between her fingers like she always did with the other hand. "School is tomorrow." I choked out, shutting my eyes tightly. "How... how will I get home? We did not pay for a bus ride."
"Should I come and get আপনি then?"
My eyes lit up. "Are আপনি well enough?"
"I'm sure I can manage getting my lazy self out of the house for 20 মিনিট to see my lovely girl."
A smile crossed my face as well. "I'd প্রণয় that." I slipped away from her hold on my hand and lifted the sheets over the upper half of her body.
"Sleep well, Eiko."
"You, too." August 30th, 2006
I guess that... somewhere in the back of my mind... I wanted this. I wanted change. I wanted to be out of my rut, out of the same path দিন after day.
However, as the gears constantly turned in the same direction, they held order. They were the dam that held back the flood;
today I wished
upon that dam
I opened the school doors as rivers of other children pushed me like a pile of empty boxes. Nearly trampled, I exited the school while teachers with eager smile sent us off. A line of buses waited in the distance.
"Grandmother!" I shouted over the roar of laughter and fuss. Standing gallantly behind whizzes of color and motion, was not she. Suddenly, I rammed past the other kids as fast as I could. Their hard bodies slowed my speed, as I shoved the figure as hard as my fragile arms could without cracking.
"I'll kill you!" I screamed. "I'll send আপনি into the line of buses so they can run your sorry গাধা over! You'll be red paint on the hot pavement, আপনি son of a bitch!" the teachers grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back. I squirmed and squealed like a dying pig. "Let me go!"
"I am terribly sorry, sir." one of the female instructors cooed. "It is the first দিন of school. Eiko has been having a bit of trouble communicating today." I was ready to hurl. "Who are you, may I ask?"
The apparition bowed with an expression of great amusement. "Ami Bezaleel, madam. I have come to retrieve this girl."
Everyone around stared at me like a captured animal. I sneered, slapping my hand against my bandages. The teachers let me go, and the পূর্ববর্তি one spoke-up. "We will discuss your foul language tomorrow in the principle's office, Eiko." Ami grabbed my wrist before I could escape into one of the buses. He squeezed tight; it hurt.
"That won't be necessary." a familiar plastered grin swept across his pursed lips. "Miss Usagi will not be returning to school."
Everything was quiet, as the teacher tried to spit out words. "You.. আপনি can't just take her away! Eiko is enrolled in this intermediate school for another 3 years!" What the hell is he talking about?
"Who do আপনি think আপনি are?!" I screeched, struggling to get free.
Ami looked down at me, scoffing blandly. "Your butler." he muttered sternly, and dragged me away from the parking lot.