CHAPTER 1
WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT?!
Pretty
That was the only word I could really think of. Well you can't really expect a better adjective from an 11 year old kid who spends most of his day coming up with new jutsu in order to defeat the most powerful mafia clan of the Ninja world. Akatsuki.
What can I say; I am a huge anime fan. Well, technically a huge naruto fan, probably the greatest (besides Masashi Kishimoto) in the entire world.
In fact my prospects of becoming an Otaku keeps improving everyday. Not sure if that is a good thing just yet but what do I care. I look awesome in my gaara cosplay.
You see I live in a close with five detached houses across both sides of the lane. It is really a boring place to begin with. Nothing really ever happens but today was different.
A car drove in and parked in front of Mrs Dickson's driveway. She always had something to say to my mom after THAT DAY*.
------Flashback-------
One time, I threw my shuriken into her lawn but unfortunately it didn't land on the grass. Instead it went straight for her face. The next thing I saw was a fearsome battle between my mom and Mrs Dickson.
"What sort of parent are you?", Mrs Dickson shouted angrily. "You keep buying toys that are dangerous projectiles for your kids. Is that how you were raised as well? Before you know it he will start making use of real knives".
My mom looked so furious as she retorted "...and giving your son a gun to play with is any different. Don't you dare question how I chose to raise my kids".
"Come on Sean, Apologise to Mrs Dickson and lets leave immediately"
I felt really bad about the incident because mom got in trouble and was upset. "I'm sorry Mrs Dickson. Wouldn't happen again"
Mrs Dickson replied "It better not..sonny"
We started walking towards our house. I thought of how awesome my ninja skills seem to be improving, how funny Mrs Dickson reacted and my face gave way to a grin. My mom caught my smirk and said "you just wait, I will wipe that smile off your face tonight".
A promise that was definitely fulfilled as soon as we got home.
------Flashback Ends------
Mrs Dickson came out of her house to greet the visitors. A bearded man stepped out of the car and gave her a hug. A woman followed. I suppose that must be his wife. She had a really nice peach sweater and carried a hamper wrapped with assorted stuff. I couldnt really make out what was inside.
The door to the car facing me opened and I got distracted from the exchange of hugs. It was then, that she stepped out of the car in her red converses and looked at me!
Why is she looking here?!
She wore a white dress with red spots and had this really cool blue jacket. Her hair came up to her face as she shut the door and with her right hand, she gently tucked them away behind her ear.
We kept staring at each other. Partly perplexed by the event, partly trying to win the staring contest. She broke off our glances with her smile and waved to me before joining her parents to greet Mrs Dickson.
I couldn't really describe it. This feeling that came over me. I felt hot. "Must be falling ill"...I thought to myself. No, this feels different.
My eyes were transfixed. I could not stop staring at her as they walked into the house. I wasn't sure what had just happened and more importantly what was happening to me.
Just as their door was about to shut, Mrs Dickson caught me staring and gave me a look. As if to say, "
scram! you muppet"
It was then I realised I had been standing at the same spot without flinching. I did what any 11year old will probably do. I ran as fast as I could into my house.
"What was all that about?"
I felt so restless. I couldn't think of anything else that night other than how...pretty she was.
To Be Continued