Snippet #1696897

Akita Saruwatari

"It's me Adrian."
Those words rang in Akita's ears as she glared at the boy, and then a grin formed on her lips and she managed to chuckle. "You're kidding me, right?" She asked, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Her voice rose and the smile turned into a frown as she tried to hold back extreme anger and tears.
"What kind of joke is this?" She pushed the Adrian imposter's hands off of her shoulder and got up in his face, "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it's not funny!" Akita pushed him out of her way and walked to the door unlocking it. She opened it, but stood in the door way, her shoulders shook as her tears that she was trying to hold back suddenly exploded out of her.
Akita's voice cracked as she spoke, not turning around, so that the stranger wouldn't see her cry, "If your going to pretend to be someone your not, you should at least put some effort into your disguise. Adrian didn't have long purple hair, he had shiny black hair, and his eyes weren't hazel, they were the same weird shade of brown as mine, he was perfect..." She trembled at the memories and walked into her house.
"Do me a favor and don't come back, okay?" She said, slamming the door behind her.
Akita dropped the groceries on the ground and they landed with a loud crash. She looked down at her trembling hands, and watched as tear drops splashed onto her palms, then buried her face in them.
Slowly, she stopped crying and walked into the bathroom.
'Akita, you look like a mess.' She remembered hearing Adrian say one day, after she had had a fight with her best friend, and had cried for hours after school ended. She could almost see her boyfriend standing there behind her, grinning at her with that stupid, cocky bad boy grin that she loved. That grin that he hadn't lost, even after he stopped acting like a bad boy.
Akita looked at her reflection, just like she had that day, and frowned, knowing that Adrian was right, she did look terrible. Then, she picked up her brush and ran it through her hair, untangling the knots, and tying it up in a ponytail, leaving her bangs out. She fixed her gold bell, placing it just above her right ear, and then put on some makeup. She looked normal again. That day, after she had fixed herself up, Adrian had leaned over and kissed her forehead, and she had grinned. Today, there was no Adrian, only Akita, standing there, staring at herself in the mirror, trying not to completely lose it.