I read it and noticed dumb mistakes so yeah...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sakuno stood outside the school, tennis racket strapped to her back. She sighed. 'Yet another school for me, the former one didn't last long. I probably won't last long here too, even if my grandmother is the principal. I hope they have good tennis players. It would be a waste to have come here if they don't' She thought with a frown. Sakuno walked in the school and signed in, then after some standard procedures to sign in, she walked outside again and looked at the time. "It's almost time... I have to hurry, I need to go the Kakinokizaki Tennis garden and meet there with obaa-san to participate in the tournament." She scratched her head as she muttered to herself. Sakuno stepped into the bus and sat down by the window. She looked outside watching the buildings pass when all of sudden the bus lurched to an halt and she hit her head against the window "Itai..." She muttered holding her head in pain. She looked at the front and her eyes widened in disbelief. "Traffic... Damn..." Sakuno walked to the driver of the bus. 'If I don't hurry I will get disqualified.' She thought with a frown and opened her mouth to say something: "Can you open the door, please." The driver looked at her confused but opened the door. She quickly ran outside to the nearest train. "Gotta hurry, gotta hurry." Sakuno chanted to herself as she ran on the platform and entered the train just when he was about to leave. She sighed in relief and sat down in the nearest place. Sakuno looked around and saw a guy around her age and 3 high school guys. She closed her eyes when she heard someone say: "Fools, don't you even know your own grip?" It sounded like they talked about tennis and Sakuno opened her eyes lazily. 'This could be intresting' The guy in front of her had brown half long hair and he grabbed his racket. "If you want to do a top spin, you use western grip. It's done by holding the racket as if you're going to shake someone's hand." Sakuno raised a delicate eyebrow and shook her head silently, fools... The brown haired guy ignored it, but she saw the guy across of me smirking. He had black hair and a cap. Sakuno sighed and closed her eyes again, deeming the guy unworthy of her attention. Then she heared a wooshing sound and felt wind in her face. She opened her eyes and glared at the guy who was showing his friends the 'Western grip'. "Doesn't this guy know that it's dangerous swinging your racket in a tram in front of someone's face?" Sakuno muttered softly to herself so that no-one heard. She focused on his racket, looking how it swung. As it slowly became slower in her eyes she reached up and caught it easily between her fingers. "Hey" Someone said at the same time while Sakuno had caught the racket. The tennis-newbie was glaring at me and the guy with the cap, most likely the one who said 'Hey'. "You guys are loud." THe guy with the cap continued as Sakuno let the tennis racket drop from her fingers, so that the newbie was the only one carrying the racket. It was silent untill the train shook, and then the newbie dropped his racket. "Hmph" Sakuno said quietly, almost unaudible. "Hé can't believe I got told of by 2 grade schoolers." The guy said mockingly and reached out to his racket, "Bingo, taking a racket from the ground is the correct western grip." Sakuno and the guy with the cap said. "What?" The brown haired guy answered dumbfounded. "Oh yeah, the grip you were reffering to is the Eastern grip, there are those who mix them up" They both said at the same time again. He and Sakuno stood up at the same time and walked out of the train. "Hey you! Wait!" The brown haired guy shouted after them, but they both ignored it and walked away.
