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It was Monday night, and you just turned on your computer for a research project for your history class. Realizing you didn�t have enough information, you decided to log on the internet. You saw that you had 1 new message and decided that you�d rather finish your history homework rather than check it. So you went onto Google (or whatever search engine you use) and looked for information on your topic.
~15 minutes later...~
You tried to keep your eyes open as you read a long historical article. �It doesn�t get any worse than this,� you thought miserably, as your clock ticked on. �Why the hell did I even volunteer for this...?� A small mailbox at the top of the screen with the number �1� caught your eye. You shrugged. �Might as well,� you thought and clicked on it.
An expression of irritation spread across your face as you realized that it was a chain letter. �Dammit!� you thought. �(your best friend�s name) has been sending me chain letters again!� You glared at a mental picture of your friend making the peace sign. You sighed. �Might as well see...better than this history article I hope.� So you scrolled down and read it.
It said:
You rolled your eyes. �Geez, of all the nerve!� you thought. �Stupid chain letter!�
�(your name)!� your mother called. �Dinner is ready!�
�In a second!� you called back. Without thinking, you sent it to 4 people, not entirely realizing you were one person short. After clicking the send button, you quickly got up and to the dining room, eager to eat.
~Later that night~
You lay in bed, smiling to yourself. You were in a good mood as you had managed to finish your research for homework and that you had your favorite meal for dinner. Suddenly, you recalled the chain letter, and what it had said. �Hey, what if it does come true?� you thought to yourself. You haven't had any luck in any recent relationships (A/N: Not like I know). �I hope it does work...� You drifted off to sleep with these thoughts.
BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!
�WHAAA?!�
You fell out of bed as your alarm clock screamed in your ear. �Ughh...� You picked it up and sleepily glanced at it. �YAAAH!!!� you screamed as you noticed it was 7:00. �I�m gonna be late!� You quickly ran into the bathroom and got changed into your school uniform. Dashing through the dining room, you grabbed your lunch from your mother and called, �Bye, Mom!�
�Have a nice day at school dear!� your mom called back.
You dashed through the busy streets, glaring at the stoplights as if daring them to turn red while you were at the middle of the road. And one of them actually did.
A large truck sped towards you, the driver oblivious to what was going on. Your eyes widened and your legs froze as it neared. You closed your eyes.
�YEEEEK!!� you screamed.
Suddenly, a sea of red hair appeared in front of you and you felt someone�s arms around you. Your feet left the ground and the air was rushing around you as the truck faded away. Then, everything stilled as you felt yourself on the ground again. You dropped to the sidewalk as you tried to catch your breath.
�...Are you okay?� a calm voice asked above you.
�...In...a minute...� you gasped. �Gimme...a sec...�
As you began to breathe normally again, you looked up at your rescuer. Your breath suddenly quickened as you stared into the eyes of a gorgeous boy with emerald green eyes and long crimson hair. You didn�t really notice that he was wearing the boys� uniform in your school; you were too busy gazing at his beautiful green eyes. Hearts suddenly appeared in your eyes as you stared at him.
A sweatdrop appeared behind the red haired boy�s head as he asked, �Um...are you all right?�
�Y-yes...� you answered. �What a lame thing to say!� you scolded yourself. �He�s so cute too!�
He held out a hand to you. �Here,� he said, �let me to help you up.�
You blushed as you accepted his extended hand. You opened your mouth to thank him, but suddenly, a school bell rang behind you. �Oh crap!� you said. �I totally forgot!� You ran off from the boy, completely forgetting to thank him. A sweatdrop appeared behind his head as you muttered, �I�m gonna be so late...!�
You were running to your homeroom as fast as you could when the PA (is that what they�re called?) announced, �TARDY SWEEP*, THIS IS A TARDY SWEEP. STUDENTS IN THE HALLS PLEASE REPORT TO THE MULTIPURPOSE ROOM IMMEDIATELY.�
(*Tardy sweeps occur in my old school. It�s when the teachers have to lock their doors and the students who are still outside after the bell rang are locked out and must report to the multipurpose room (MPR) and get detention.)
�Ack!� you shouted angrily. �Dammit, dammit, dammit!�
A hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder. �(your name)?� your history teacher Mr. Hawkins asked, coming up behind you. �What are you doing here?�
You turned slowly, forcing a fake smile. �M-Mr. Hawkins!�
�I�d've never thought I�d find you here,� he said.
�...Then will you cut me some slack...?� you asked hopefully.
He sighed. �What are you talking about, (your name)?� he asked. �They�ve been looking all over for you.�
You bowed your head as you followed Mr. Hawkins to the MPR. �This sucks,� you thought. ��They�ve been looking all over for me�? What�s that supposed to mean...?�
�Here we are,� Mr. Hawkins said. You looked up.
�Hey, this isn�t the MPR,� you said, motioning to the main office.
�Of course not,� he said. �They�ve been looking for you in the main office.� You fell over. �Apparently, there�s some new exchange student that they want you to introduce to our school.�
You got up. �Thank you sir,� you muttered.
�Be nice, alright?� he said, walking off. You rolled your eyes.
�Ah, there you are, (your name)!� the principal, Mr. Lewis welcomed you.
�Hello Mr. L!� you answered.
�(your name),� he began, but you cut him off.
�Let me guess,� you said, �we�ve just received an exchange student, and you want me to show him around?�
Mr. Lewis laughed. �Why, yes,� he answered. �How did you know?�
You shrugged and smiled mysteriously. �I have my ways.�
�Anyways, can you please do this task?�
Random thoughts circled your head. Who was this boy? Where was he from? Why did he even come here? Is he hot? You blinked away these thoughts, smiled, and answered, �Of course.�
�Excellent!� Mr. Lewis said. �His name is Shuichi Minamino. He should be here any...� there was suddenly a knock at the door, �...minute! Come in!� A red haired boy shyly entered the office. �Ah, Shuichi! There you are!�
You gasped as you looked at him. �It�s him!� you thought. Shuichi looked equally surprised. Then he smiled.
�So we meet again,� he told you, bowing. You blushed and returned the bow.
�Brilliant!� Mr. Lewis exclaimed. �You both seem to already know each other!� You blushed even more as he said this. Mr. Lewis laid a hand on your shoulder. �(your name), I�m sure you�ll do fine showing Shuichi around.� He turned to the red haired boy. �Good luck in (your school�s name), Shuichi. I hope you enjoy your stay here!� Then, chuckling, he walked back into his office.
�Well then,� you said after a while, �Shuichi...that�s your name, right?�
�Yes,� he answered.
�Where do you want to go to first?� you asked. �Classrooms, bathrooms, the gym maybe...?�
�Um...� Shuichi said, �I�ll go wherever you go...er...?�
�Oh, my name is (your name),� you told him.
�(your name)...� He smiled as he muttered it over and over, and you blushed at that. He locked his emerald eyes with yours. �Well, then, (your name), lead the way.�