What would you do if you couldn't get the future you wanted? What would you do if your parents forced you into their ideal mold? What would you do if you everything you wanted taken away from you?
Kisara Nanase had all these happen to her. As much a...
Another day at school. It was lunch and I already was drained and grouchy. There was a pop quiz in math. In English, girls basically swooned over Tamaki to switch partners with them and we ended up not reading Romeo and Juliet. Now I have to do it as homework. And, girls were calling my unfriendly because I have a "resting bitch face". I sat down with my A-Lunch and Haruhi sat down next to me. "Hi," He smiled at me.
He pulled out his lunch. It boxed and was split into two sections: one had some cherry tomatoes in it and the other had...scrambled eggs on fried rice? "That rice and eggs looks good," I drooled.
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"This? It's called omurice."
"Looks yummy."
"It's just leftovers from last night that I made into a bento. Wow, as a New Yorker from Japan, you really don't know a lot of customs here."
"Yeah-WAIT HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW THAT ABOUT ME?!"
"Oops," Haruhi covered his mouth. "Wasn't supposed to say that."
"How did you find that out?" I fretted.
"Kyoya told us."
"Wait is he? A stalker? A info broker?"
"No! It's just he somehow has access to school documents and read up about you."
"So...what does she know about me?"
"He knows that you're born in Japan but moved to New York at the age of 5 because of work reasons and you just moved back here. You're a hafu-Japanese term of sharing that your half Japanese and half something else. On your case your half Japanese and half European. Your mother is European from being half French and half Spanish and your dad is 100% Japanese."
"That's scary that he's able to that."
"It is, but it's a huge advantage on our side."
"But that fact still remains!" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Home again. I'm stressed and angry for many reasons. I want to go back home and be with LCC. I decided to do what's best to help me cool down. Meditate. Yes, it sounds ridiculous but it works.
I trudge upstairs and set my guitar case down. I climbed onto my bed and sat with my legs crossed. I placed my hands on my knees and closed my eyes. I breathed slowly. I imagined that I turned into a piece of wet noodle on a work. Flexible and relaxed. I twirled myself onto a fork and the fork lifted itself up. I slipped off of the fork and fell back onto the plate.
Okay, a little weird imagery. But it's working. I imagined next that I was on a island all by myself in a nice sundress. I was on a hammock, rocking slowly and sipping lemonade as I watched the sun set. I opened my eyes and felt calm. I was starting question why I was so mad and angsty earlier.
Now that I was calmed down and not feeling like I wanted to beat the shit out of something, I pulled out my notebook. Why? To procrastinate because why not? Instead of doing homework, I decided to write a new song to play on the electric guitar. Hey, just because I'm not in a band anymore doesn't mean that I can't continue doing the things I love.
