The Breath Of Chance

Sound Of Laughter

A dense stream of light burst across the marble floor as the French doors opened and a multitude of feet clattered in. The thump of hard soled Oxfords mixed with children's laughter resonated through the many halls.

It was the end of another tiresome day of school for the city of Manchester, and with weary emotions each person climbed the stairs to their rooms laden with backpacks full of new paperwork and assignments that the teachers had designed to consume as much time as it possibly could. You see, in English boarding schools the facalty aren't responsible for the children just during school, but throughout the day as well. Finding something to keep the students occupied was somewhat of a chore, so more homework was assigned as a way of keeping them chained to their desks.

It wasn't a very large school, with only two hundred all girl students, but it had a large sum of assents and money. It's quality education was sought out among the wealthy for their children, and the only way to be accepted was to go through multiple interviews and tests, and of course having the proper amount for the price. But for Anna, she had all these plus her family had been friends with the founders line for generations.

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"Oh come off it!" A teen girl yelled as she leaped onto a large bed, "Ms. Pettington gave us an assignment to read all of Romeo and Juliet and do a report on it." She stuck out her bottom lip and sulked as her roommate entered the room dropping her black, leather bag carelessly on the floor near the entrance.

"Sasha, it isn't that bad. Remember I got it too." She batted her eyes and twirled, the pleated skirt of her uniform blossoming out from her. "Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?" Tossing herself towards her friends bed for added drama. A shriek sounded as Sasha tried to escape but it was too late, the actress landed directly against her and they both fell to the bed in giggles.

"Anna, now why did you do that?" Sasha tried to lower her voice and slap her friends arm in a scolding way but couldn't hide the playful sparkle in her eyes. They had been friends for too long for either of them to worry about hurting one another, in either play or war. When you find a true friend everything is forgiven, eventually. "Oh! Did you see Kiyoung's newest Twitter update?"

"No," she whined a response and pulled out the IPhone she had just received from her parents the week before. "It was taken away during class because I got the notification." Motioning towards the large phone and rolling her eyes she lifted it to her face and grinned as it immediately unlocked and brought Twitter up. "Oh my gosh! He's so cute! I can't." She fell backwards holding the phone to her chest and sighing. "Why does God make such beautiful human beings?" She gazed up at the video of a young Korean man with perfect blonde hair and a bright smile. In the middle of the video another young man jumped on Kiyoung's back almost knocking the recording device out of his hands. They both began laughing as the first tried to rid himself of the attention leach, "and they're such good friends."

"What would you do if you met him?" Sasha had stood up and had started to pull off her school uniform, starting with the tie and moving down. She unbuckled her black dress shoes and flung them off her feet and across the floor towards the open closet.

"I don't know." She turned onto her stomach and began the video for a third time. She aimlessly continued, as she liked and shared the precious clip"I'd probably cry."

"What if he asked you out?"

A breath caught in her throat as her eyes cleared and she went into a vivid play out of it. To be honest, she would probably faint. But she shoved the image away realizing how embarrassing it would be. Instead of answering her best friend's question she simple stated, "I don't have a chance."

"Oh pooh," Sasha slipped a T shirt over her head and glared at unbearable doubter on the bed. "Be more determined, he has to marry someone, so why not you?"

Anna snorted, "yeah, sure, dream on. Why not one of the gorgeous two hundred thousand girls that want him. I also don't even live in his country or speak his language, he is learning English, but that's not going to help me very much." She slipped off the bed and let her skirt drop to the floor reaching for a pair of jean shorts that were on top of her nightstand.

"Try more like six hundred thousand girls, and have you looked in your mirror?" Noticing the older teenager hadn't included herself among the group of gorgeous girls. "You aren't exactly hard on the eyes." She raised an eyebrow, proud of herself for incorporating a line from an old American western movie.

"Mhm, maybe..." She glanced over at her still lit phone that she had left on her pillow, a frozen and slightly blurred picture of Young's happy face. "I'm still no match for him."

"You have one thing none of the other girls in the fandom have."

"What's that?" She sighed, slipping on a pair of fluffy socks with cat whiskers on them and then  retrieving her phone and sat down on the wood floor.

Sasha sat down beside her with the grace of a rabid elephant and put an arm around Anna's shoulder's, pointing at her self with her free hand. "Me," she stated. "Don't forget that God's on our side, too."

A weak smile came across her mouth. Her friend's loyalty was practically flawless. But her grasp of reality had more holes then a strainer. "Yeah, well... Nothing is going to happen soon."

There was a light knock on the door and the nob turned. An older women walked through, her 1980's style thick healed shoes clicked as she stepped into a relaxed military stance. Mrs. Richard's was a WAC about forty years ago, although that life style never seemed to fit her personality, it was never the less true. She was a soft bubbly person, almost your stereotypical English granny. Looking at her now neither of the girls could see her as the bulldog military type. But that was the past, many things happen in ones life; many things that can change who you are, into who you are to become.