Hiyas Everyone!

Thanks for all your reviews. I took them to heart. This chapter (and story) are meant to be a little easier to understand than my other stories, and hold more description. Feel free to contact me with any questions!

Oh, and I’m sorry to have 3 unfinished stories up at once. But I get writers block a lot, so I have to be able to shift from one to the other. Thanks for your patience!

Alliy

xxxChapter 1xxx

My name is Aika Makaouichi. I’ve always wondered about people and what goes on in their minds. What are they thinking? What’s their true personality? And so and so forth.

But my story truly starts one sad day four months ago. My best friend, Moi Nuio, was in love with and dating Hitican Chien, a relatively good-looking guy in her biology class. They had been going out for almost a year, and Moi was beyond happy.

You see, Moi had had a die hard crush on him for several months before they began going out. But Moi always had luck with guys that way. It was a good match- Hitican made Moi feel special, which was exactly what he had to do to win her heart. He said she would always be “My one and my only!”.

On this sad October day, Moi was simply walking to our nearby pizza shop to meet with me for lunch. It was a weekend. On the way there, though, she heard a familiar voice.

“I love you.”

“I love you too!”

There were two voices! Moi moved towards the voices, located behind a jewelry shop nearby. As she got closer, her heart beat faster and faster.

“You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve loved you. Even before we started going out! But...what about that other girl?”

“Oh, she’s nothing. You’re my one and my only!”

That was when Moi turned the corner and saw none other than Hitican kissing Joya, a nice but boy-crazy girl in our homeroom with a reputation for stealing other girl’s boyfriends.

Moi gasped. Hitican looked over and saw her. He and Joya froze.

“Moi!!!! This isn’t what it looks like!” He exclaimed immediately.

“Yes it is, you bastard!” Moi screamed. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, now flushed with anger. “I hate you! You never meant any of what you said!”

“No, Moi!!! I did!”

“Shut up! I hate you! I never want to see you again!” And with that Moi ran into the pizza parlor, grabbed me, and dragged me out. I thought it was strange, thinking about it when she explained to me later, how he didn’t run after us.

“He lied to me, Aika. Flat out lied. About love, no less!” Moi told me later as we sat in the dim light of sundown on a park bench. Moi was a true believer in love. And she hated when it was double-crossed, especially at her expense.

Moi collapsed sobbing on my shoulder, harder than I had ever seen her cry before. I stroked her streaked brown and black hair, pushing it off her face, watching tears stream out of her hazelnut eyes. Pain pierced my heart at seeing my best friend like this.

We must’ve accidentally fallen asleep sometime, because when I woke up, the light of dawn was prying at the edges of a dark sky. But Moi wasn’t there.

“Moi?!” I exclaimed, sitting up quickly. A note suddenly fell from my sweatshirt pocket.

It read;

Dear Aika,

I really can’t take this anymore. I can’t live anywhere near that Bastard.

So I’ve gone. You’re the first to know. I promise to write, but only to you.

Please tell my parents It’s not their fault.

Your best friend for life, Moi.

She had run away. This was the day I lost my best friend.

It was one of the darkest days of my life.

x x x x x x

Then the fall turned to winter, and February rolled around. It was much, much colder, which made me wonder how Moi was fairing in such bitter weather. She did write, every other week, like she had promised. But ever since December started her letters became shorter and shorter. I hadn’t gotten one for about a month now. But I had taken the opportunity to punch Hitican as hard as I could, breaking his nose. Ha.

Without my best friend, I was pretty depressed and bored. One day I was flipping through my favorite magazine to brighten my spirits when I saw an odd looking quiz- Are you a Knife, a Fork, or a Spoon?

Weird, I thought. Curious, I read that everyone is either a spoon (meaning they’re timid and non-confrontal,) a fork (meaning they’re generally well tempered but can get really ticked off, too) or a knife (meaning they cause lots of fights and are bold and always in the middle of something.)

I took the quiz to find I was a knife. Which did not surprise me. But it sparked my interest. I had, like I said earlier, always wondered about the human mind. So this quiz was interesting to me. And I thought It described the human race perfectly.

That evening, I got a call from my second-closest friend, Mikieo, about a book she had just begun to read.

“It’s called Not for the Fainted Heart and it is soooo good! So I was thinking, with your leadership skills, maybe we could start a book circle for it. All girls, off course.”

The idea didn’t spark my interest too much, but how could I refuse? I was beyond bored without Moi around. And I couldn't write to her- she was always moving around.

But then again how, could I not refuse?

“So, what’ll it be, chief?”

xxxEnd Chapter 1xxx

Author’s Note: I hope this was a little more descriptive than my other stories! I tried to fit a lot into this first chapter, since it’s more background info, which I didn’t want taking over the story. Once again, reviews are really appreciated!