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"Tami, get up or you'll be late!" a womans voice called towards the ceiling. She brushed the loose brown hair from her eyes and revealed her sweating face. The woman prepared a box lunch, filling it with bottled water, carrots and soybeans in a ziploc bag, a banana, and chicken sandwich in saran wrap. She has packed the items neatly into a box and closed it securely.
Meanwhile, upstairs there is an obnoxious beeping noise and a door cracked open with steam seeping through. A girl opens the door and crosses the hall into another room. The beeping stops. The girl rushes out that door with a bag slung over her shoulder and trots down the stairs, tying her dark brunette hair into a simple pony tail.
"Tami!" the woman called again. The girl appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. "Oh there you are! C'mon you have to get going, Tami", the woman handed the box to the girl and nudged her out the door.
"Alright Mom, I'm going. Jaa Ne!" Tami called out to the woman.
Tami was running a bit late so when she got to school, she went straight to her class instead of going to the cafeteria as she would usually. As she passed the cafe, Tami could smell the breakfast and hear different conversations at once.
Tami went down one hallway and enjoyed the sun rising over the small mountain range, shining its light upon the birds and the trees. The bell rang and the hallways filled with students in a matter of seconds. Tami turned down a hallway with almost no students at all. There were only two classrooms there so it's no surprise. There was a cooking class, and a ceramics class. Tami passed the cooking class.
At the entrance to the ceramics class, girls endorsed talk of how long they haven't had sex and are practically dying without it. Tami grimaced and pushed through carelessly. Then a blonde haole woman wearing a turquoise shirt and khaki's greeted Tami.
*haole is a hawaiian term for foreigner. Nowdays, it generally means white person.
"Good morning, Tami. Have you finished throwing a bowl?" she asked.
"Morning, Ms. Buro. No I haven't. I got carried away and it fell apart." Tami said.
"Oh yeah, once you get it then you should stop right there otherwise that happens", Ms. Buron said.
"Yeah I found that out the hard way," Tami said. The two shared a short laugh and then the rest of the class came in.
Tami sat on her stool and rested her head on her crossed arms. I don't think my parents can afford anymore of my screw ups. I'm failing World History, Math, and English. Stupid English teacher... I should talk to Mr. Kakazu about changing me to go down to Problems and Statistics rather than retake Algebra 1. Too much numbers and thinking for me... As for World History, I was just unable to jump back on track.
Tami snapped back to reality when a girl dropped her Harajuku shoulder bag on the table next to Tami. Tami looked up and smiled, "Good morning, Sage".
The girl smiled back. "Sawps, Tami!"
The bell rang signifying that class may begin. Ms. Buro read the announcements immediately while Tami ignored it and prepared herself to go on the wheel.
Tami signed out a bucket she picked out by having all the neccessary tools in it then went to the sink to fill it a quarter of the way. She set the bucket next to the first wheel; her wheel that she picked out and had been assigned to. From the hooks, Tami picked off an apron and tied it around herself. She then went to the counter to slice off a pound of clay. She weighed it, and kept slicing off slabs until it weighed close to it. Tami pounded it into a ball and turned to sit in her seat.
This was Tami's usual routine of which had been the same for a month now when fourth quarter began. She turned around and realized a young man sitting in her seat; the young man of which she had never seen before. Tami stood beside him while he talked and laughed in his deep voice until he realized he was in her seat, got up, and apologized as people usually did. He did not notice her.
After a couple minutes, Tami was fed up with his ignorancy. "Excuse me", she said. He finally looked up. The young man looked to the wheel, then back to Tami.
The young man stood up, towering over Tami. "My apologies, Tami", he said.
Tami's eyes widened in surprise. She was bewildered by this stranger knowing her name. "Hold up! How do you know my name?" she said, knuckling his shoulder. The young man stopped and paused. Tami waited for an answer, meanwhile studied his Tokidoki hat, modern artistic shirt, dickies, and sneakers. She admired his short, shiny black hair peeping out from under his hat. His brownish-gray eyes slowly disappearing under the visor of his hat as he lowered his head. His eyes; his face expressed an unapproachable person. He turned around and walked off in the opposite direction.
"Hey!" Tami called after him. He was gone.
 SikM808 · Mon May 11, 2009 @ 02:30am · 0 Comments |
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