moon_struck
give up what you love, before it does you in
AMARI MASUKO
"Dead?" Amari echoed the words her mother had spoken, but the shock left her having a hard time grasping exactly what that meant. Her mother was watching her with that look - the one that only a parent could master - the one that was both concerned and stern all wrapped up in one annoying little package. Amari shook her head absently at the thought. "It's a tragedy mother, but what does that have to do with us?" The word hissed through her teeth. It didn't make sense. Why should she worry about a death that had no apparent relation to her and her family.
"Oh Amari," Mayumi started, her shoulders heaving as she sighed. "Just be careful out there okay? Can you promise your mother that?"
For arguments sake, Amari nodded obediently. "Yes, may I be excused now? I'm gonna be late for school." The young brunette didn't wait for an answer, just spun on her heels and strutted away before her mom could get out another word. She could feel Mayumi's solemn stare burning into her back as she grabbed her small royal blue school bag from beside the front door and threw it over her left shoulder. "I'll see you later." She turned sideways just enough to throw her mom a meek smile, but it was clear the older woman was already lost among her thoughts. She was seeing her, yet somehow staring past her now. How bizarre. Without another word, she reached for the door knob, relived for the shock of the cold metal against her skin. At least that was real. The door clicked shut behind Amari with a gentle thud as she bounded down the steps.
Now in her own head, she could revisit the conversation. Her mother had informed her of a murder. A relative of an old friend from high school. Amari was sympathetic to the family, but weary of the way her own mother had reacted. It was deeply upsetting news, but her mother acted like it was personal and that was something she couldn't quite understand. Had there been others? Or was this an isolated freak incident? She was about to drive herself crazy trying to figure it out first thing in the morning. Besides, there were more pressing matters at the moment. If she didn't hurry, she was about to late to school. Again.
Amari broke into a light jog, her soft brown hair flowing behind her. She neared the school sooner than she anticipated, slowing her stride to a quick walking pace. Her cerulean color eyes flittered over the school grounds, searching for any familiar face. It was strange, wanting to talk about it but yet not knowing how - or rather who - might be able to make sense of things. Distracted, she ran a hand through her hair, brushing the bangs from her line of vision. She parted the doors of the busy school, and lost herself among the crowds as she headed for homeroom.
"Dead?" Amari echoed the words her mother had spoken, but the shock left her having a hard time grasping exactly what that meant. Her mother was watching her with that look - the one that only a parent could master - the one that was both concerned and stern all wrapped up in one annoying little package. Amari shook her head absently at the thought. "It's a tragedy mother, but what does that have to do with us?" The word hissed through her teeth. It didn't make sense. Why should she worry about a death that had no apparent relation to her and her family.
"Oh Amari," Mayumi started, her shoulders heaving as she sighed. "Just be careful out there okay? Can you promise your mother that?"
For arguments sake, Amari nodded obediently. "Yes, may I be excused now? I'm gonna be late for school." The young brunette didn't wait for an answer, just spun on her heels and strutted away before her mom could get out another word. She could feel Mayumi's solemn stare burning into her back as she grabbed her small royal blue school bag from beside the front door and threw it over her left shoulder. "I'll see you later." She turned sideways just enough to throw her mom a meek smile, but it was clear the older woman was already lost among her thoughts. She was seeing her, yet somehow staring past her now. How bizarre. Without another word, she reached for the door knob, relived for the shock of the cold metal against her skin. At least that was real. The door clicked shut behind Amari with a gentle thud as she bounded down the steps.
Now in her own head, she could revisit the conversation. Her mother had informed her of a murder. A relative of an old friend from high school. Amari was sympathetic to the family, but weary of the way her own mother had reacted. It was deeply upsetting news, but her mother acted like it was personal and that was something she couldn't quite understand. Had there been others? Or was this an isolated freak incident? She was about to drive herself crazy trying to figure it out first thing in the morning. Besides, there were more pressing matters at the moment. If she didn't hurry, she was about to late to school. Again.
Amari broke into a light jog, her soft brown hair flowing behind her. She neared the school sooner than she anticipated, slowing her stride to a quick walking pace. Her cerulean color eyes flittered over the school grounds, searching for any familiar face. It was strange, wanting to talk about it but yet not knowing how - or rather who - might be able to make sense of things. Distracted, she ran a hand through her hair, brushing the bangs from her line of vision. She parted the doors of the busy school, and lost herself among the crowds as she headed for homeroom.