Monday, December 22, 2008

Happiness For You (Chapter Four)

She looked up and gasped.

It was a woman with dark brown hair. She was very tall and wore spectacles. She wore a black shirt, a black skirt. Her nail polish was black. She had black eye shadow and black eye liner. Everything about her was black except her skin and hair. There was a rumour that she was going to dye her hair black soon and that she was trying to get her skin tanned.

Nozomi continued staring at her. No, it can’t be. The most horrible teacher in history. She was the one, the only evil teacher, Miss Takayaki.

“Takahashi, I guess the news about you transferring to the best class was true. Although I don’t think you’re fit to. In this class, everyone has extremely good results in every single test which, I’m sure, you won’t be able to.”

Nozomi saw the teacher smiling a little. The sides of her lips twitched a little. She had hated the teacher since she first stepped foot in the school. Every single time they met each other, she would ever fail to humiliate her. The teacher seemed grudged against her. Right at that moment, Nozomi felt anger and rage growing in her. She felt ready to retort back to the teacher. She felt it was high time she got back at the teacher for seemingly despising her.

“Oh, I very well CAN get the results I want if I want to.”

“Really? We’ll just have to see about that.”

Miss Takayaki walked to the teachers’ table and sat down. As she did, the school bell rang. “Time for our lesson,” she said, coldly.

A shiver went around the whole class. None had ever liked her or her teaching. She was very harsh and always asked extremely difficult questions. For Nozomi, it was like living hell throughout the whole lesson and she was tremendously happy when school was over. She happily skipped out of school and bumped into her friend from her last class, Yoshida Inari.

“Nozomi-chan, where are you going now?”

“Inari-san, me? Home of course. No other place to go. You?”

“Same. So, how was....”

“Takahashi!”

Nozomi turned around and saw her monitor waving at her. She waved back. He walked towards her. Then she realized he wasn’t alone. Right behind him was Lenalee, Miranda, Krory and the most unexpected person, Kanda. Nozomi stared at him. His gaze met hers and she blushed. Suddenly she realized that Allen had been waving at her.

“Uh.. Yes?”

“You wanna hang out with us? We’re going to my house for a party.”

“A party? What for?”

“To celebrate senior year. So? And by the way, who is this?”

“Oh, one of my old classmates, Inari. Say hi.”

“H..h...hi,” Inari stammered.

“Well, you can join us if you like to.”

“Really?”

“Of course. As long as you’re a senior. So Nozomi, coming?”

“Sure. Come on, Inari.”

“Yes, yes.”

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(At Allen’s house)

“This is your house?”

In front of Nozomi was a huge house, or rather mansion. It was white with a little pale beige colour on the sides. The garden was massive and full of flowers, trees and various types of other plants. The doors were wooden and the windows clear. They entered the mansion and Nozomi gasped as she saw the living room. Many furnitures were antiques and the room gave a very warm feeling of being at home and welcomed.

She stood with awe, staring at the living room, admiring everything when a voice interrupted. “Anyone there?”

She looked straight with a blank look and muttered, “Huh?”

Lenalee went up to her and said, “Surprised huh? I was too when I first came here. Your friend seem a little lost in her own world. You mind calling her back?”

Nozomi smiled and immediately said, “Earth to Inari, Earth to Inari. Can you hear me?”

Inari’s eyes met hers and all of a sudden they both started laughing.

The others with the exception of Kanda wondered what was wrong with them. “Oh no! They’re possessed by the ghosts in your house. I knew it was haunted . but I never knew the ghosts here liked newcomers.” Krory started panicking.

-brenda-

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