Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Any Thing But Wonderland ❯ In The Begining... ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Kyo Sohma, an aggressive red headed boy who's only dream was to be excepted by his family and beat his so called 'sappier' in a fight, was flustered beyond flusteration and on the verge of a melt down while his angry silver haired cousin named Yuki Sohma, concealed his anger by glaring off into space. A worried girl worried girl walked in-between the two with her long, strait, brown hair swaying behind her.

She kept glancing between the two while they walked toward the large school building in front of them. Kyo and Yuki walked ahead while the girl slowed down to think. Two other boys walked up beside her. She tired to change her worried expression to a happier one.

"Hi Momiji-kun, Haru-kun," she said with a fake smile.

The happy, go lucky boy to her right, Momiji, smiled back with big joyful eyes. The boy on her left yawned and said," Hey Tohru."

His white and black hair wrapped around his face. His hair was a mess. Haru was different. He was what most Americans would call him ' The Real Thing'. He had the hard rock look with a mix of punk. Very different from Momiji who's perfect gold curls landed in the right spots around his face. Momiji, not only was a kid at heart, he looked like one too. It was surprising that Haru and Momiji were the same age. But both were a year younger then Kyo, Yuki, and Tohru herself.

"They get in a fight...again?" Haru asked brushing some hair away from his face.

Tohru nodded. Haru began again, "I thought so, Yuki seems agitated."

"I wish there was something I could do," Tohru stated sadly.

Calmly Haru said back," It is best to let it run it's coarse."

They were silent for a while, while walking through the halls. Finally Momiji spoke. It was not like him to stay silent and not join a conversation, "Tohru, there is a new student in your class today, isn't there?"

"I believe so."

"I want to go find 'em," Momiji said while happily while running off toward Tohru's classroom with Haru walking calmly behind him. Tohru stopped to watch the two younger walk away before turning and glancing up at the clock and quickly ran to her locker. She opened it, grabbed her things, and ran to her class room as well. Not fare behind her was Kyo and Yuki.

A girl with semi long, light brown wavy hair walked through the hall looking down at a slip of paper in one hand, telling her where everything was but was to confusing to comprehend and her new girls uniform in the other. She wore a black boyish tank top with short blue jean shorts. Her pink Converse made an 'old shoe' sound as she walked. She must have had those shoes for more than four years.

"Come on, Momiji. The bell will ring soon and we can't be late again or my mom might hurt us."

Two boys stood outside a classroom talking. One looked like a cute kid and the other was kinda hot. The girl walked up to them.

"Um, hi. I'm Sarah Hong. I'm from the U.S. I'm new here and I was wondering if you could show me where locker...um...here we go, locker 497 is?"

The one Sarah thought was Momiji shouted with joy and grabbed the hand Sarah was holding the paper with and started to pull her toward the locker that would soon be called her's. The paper that was in her hand fell to the ground like a feather. A smooth hand reached down to grab it and pick it up.

The other boy walked up to Momiji and Sarah when they were at Locker497. He was holding Sarah's paper and handed it back to her. She gave a quick thanks and he nodded and said, "So you're the new kid every ones been talking about."

Sarah sighed but said with a smile on her face, "Wow. I'm famous."

The boy smiled. Gosh, was he hot, Sarah had to admit to herself but boys that were hot were ether taken or gay or hot + boy = player.

"I'm Momiji! This is my cousin, Haru So-," Momiji started but was interrupted by the bell.

Haru stated sadly, "Class. We got to go. See you around...Sarah." Momiji waved and they started walking down the hall.

She turned and walked to the closest restroom to change into her uniform after she tried to get her locker open but with no luck. She wasn't very good at combination locks. But she had been lucky and had found a guy in the hell to open it for her and she figured a way to jam it so it would look like it was closed but it was really open.

She leaned against the wall by what she guessed was her class room, not really wanting to go in, at least not in this outfit. She was wearing one of the schools famous white school girl shirts, really not her look. She stared down at the short blue school girl skirt. She had wanted a medium length but the office had been out and the longer skirts, she decided, looked tacky on her. So Sarah had gotten stuck with the shortest skirt she had ever seen or warn. She hated the shoes...if you could call them shoes. They were more like slippers.

She had forgotten how much she loved the United States. Everything was so- different here. She had lived here before but never went to school. She was to young for school at the time and had taken Pre-K at home with family she despised.

She looked up with disgust. She leaned down grabed her books and stood back up. Sarah glanced at the sign above the door which lead to the room she was supposed to be in right this very moment.

1-D. Might as well get it over with. She walked to the door and rested her hand on the handle. Before opening it, she sighed.

Everyone's head turned to look at what was disturbing their morning. All that stood there was a girl who looked a little flustered.

"Sorry I'm late. There was mess up at the office," she said with a smile trying to look innocent of some crime she must have committed. Her first day, most likely her first class and she had already lied to the teacher and every one knew it but ...she was cute.

"Sarah Hong, right?" the home room teacher asked. She nodded. "Well, Miss Hong, I'm glad you could join us, try to be on time, next time. And I hope there is never a next time."

"Sorry Sensei," she stated back calmly as she took a set in the back.

"Oh and Miss Hong, you're not a very good liar."

Sarah rolled her eyes. A sharp pain spread through her body starting with her left arm. She looked down at it and sure enough she had a big blue bruise on the inside of her arm. She must have brushed up against some one or some thing to make it start hurting again. Why did guys have to hit so hard.

"Class, would some one please show Miss Hong around during fifth period?"

No one raised their hands. Sarah felt so loved, not.

The teacher sighed and said, "Yuki, would you please?"

A boy, kinda hot but not Sarah's type, nodded. He almost looked like a girl but had a strange air about him. Like he was perfect or something. Who knows, maybe he was.

Sarah looked down at her note book and sighed. This was going to be one long day.