Chapter One

Loud techno music boomed from the giant speakers. I, Adam Kivera, made my way through the heated crowd. Sadly, I was always late to my job at the bar. Being the impatient and stuck-up person I am, I just wanted to get all of the dancing teenagers out of the way so I could make it to the counter. Anger crawled up my spine as I was almost about shout at the two dancers kissing each other repeatedly, because that disgusting sight made me more grumpy than I already was. What I hated more than being late to my job was watching two lovers make out in front of me, I mean really! They should just go get a room. Since no one liked my personality, they would never walk up to me, which just makes me jealous and mad whenever I see a couple or two. I just squeezed past them, because I would be in deep shit if I ever yelled at a customer.

A few hours past, and I was quite tired. My eyelids weighed down on my face, but I was soon awaken by loud gun shots that were fired. The music stopped, and everyone started screaming. They all knelt to the floor. Since I was used to the sounds of guns being fired, I wasn‘t really surprised. Not even flinching like the others in the room, I tried to think of a reason why the man with the pistol would target the nightclub. I only thought of one, money. I  reached for his twin guns that were shoved down my jeans. Frankly, I was quite excited to hold my guns like that, because it’s been quite a while since someone ever needed to hire an assassin. Surprised, eh? Get used to it.
“Whoever stands up will be killed!” The man shouted. He quickly set his fury-filled eyes on me, the bartender, and shot aimlessly at me, breaking glass bottles and cups. Such an unskilled man should not be worthy to even hold a gun. I, however, was very fast. I aimed his guns at the shooting man and got one bullet into him, but it did not kill. Before I knew it, I hit the floor with a loud thud. I had encountered terrible pains in my day, so this wasn’t much. Apparently, one of the thugs that the man was working with had threw a punch into my side. What a bastard! I struggled to stand, tasting the salty, red blood in my mouth. Ouch, the man pinned me to the floor, practically straddling me while throwing hard punches into my stomach. Soon enough, everything turned black, and I couldn’t feel my pains anymore. Maybe I’m dead. Well, that was a nice life I lived.

Its odd, how someone's short appearance in your life can change it drastically.

Shiori Sugi;;

At first, it was quite awkward being around her, but within the first hour of meeting each other, we became close friends. Her laugh was high pitched, full of happiness when my sashimi slipped into the soy sauce, making a big mess. She was really nice to Maren and I, and she tried her best to communicate with us.
I wish I could have bought her something, but as they say, money does not grow on trees. 

She was here for three days, and in that short time I got so attached to her. During the three days, many things happened. We laughed a lot, talked a lot, and had very good times. But three days is only so much. Before I knew it, we were at the airport, bidding her goodbye. Tears were welling up in my eyes, it was quite unexpected, because I did not feel sad a few seconds ago. When she hugged me, the horrid feeling of letting her go flowed into me. It overwhelmed my emotions, causing tears. The hug was warm and full of love, and I could tell she cared about me. It is not sad that she went to Oklahoma, but it is sad to face the fact that we probably will never see each other again.



I miss her deeply, and I hope she will email me. Come to think of it, she never gave me her email, but I gave her mine!
Oh well.
;_;

Irene Chau