Warning!(I do Not Own Hana-Kimi!)
Sorry if this is very short.
Hope you enjoy!
My name is, Sayuri.
Right now I don't give a damn about what I'm going to do with my life now.
I could have just grabbed a plastic knife at that restaurant over there.
Then walk to a group of happy talkative people welcoming home, friends and families, and slice my neck open in front of them.
I can just imagine the blood dripping down my chest.
Yup I'm that bored!
But on second thought I think that wouldn't be that amusing for me or others. No, don't think that I wouldn't enjoy it. Because it would be really fun!
I could feel my mouth going up into a smile.
Now its official I know I have a really evil grin on my face right now.
Hmm... lets see...
Oh, I could run out in front of a taxi and get hit having the pleasure of seeing the horrified faces of different people especially the driver...
I mean seriously.
My suicidal mom gives up at dropping me out of high school trying to make me look like a good girl, when she learns about a rumor saying that I spend all hours of the night in a bar with bunch of drunken old hags!
Then she practically threw a knife at me when she heard about what my coach was doing to me.
So here I am at the air port with dozens of suit cases and my lame-o coach who's dragging me to Japan to an all boys school.
What do I do now?
I think he a officially thinks I'm a guy...
of all things is he really that dumb?!
I should have just quit Hurdling in track when I had the chance.
Yep, not doubt about it.