Warning!(I do Not Own Hana-Kimi!)

Momiji

(Prologue)

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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.


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