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Chapter 1 - I Met A Man Named Mike

"Ms. Fuu!"

I yelped and my eyes shot open to see my teacher, frowning at me while she crossed her arms.

"Honey, please try to stay up for this. I'll be involving it in your exams," she said.

I chuckled sheepishly and nodded, "Okay, Mrs. Quendrio." I saluted.

Mrs. Quendrio nodded and went back to her lecture while she wrote the board with her marker, while I took out my pen and my notebook to take notes. I can hear some of my classmates snickering behind me and mumbled to each other about me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed with a smile. As long they don't try to prank me or spread any malicious rumors about me, I'm good. After a half hour later, I copied all of my notes before the bell rang.

"Oh, great timing. Anyway, make sure to get ready for your test on Thursday, class. You may go now," Mrs. Quendrio smiled and held out her hand at the door in a gesture.

We all got our bags while I stretched my body and popped a few stiff areas around my waist and arms. I watched my other classmates walked out the classrooms with their friends.

I smiled sadly, took my bag, and exited the classroom.

My name is Andrea Fuu, also known as Andri. I'm seventeen years old and I'm a ninth grader. Yeah, I got held back due to some circumstances.

While I got my stuff from my locker, I heard some girls and guys laughing. I can even hear my name while they 'whispered' to each other. Yeah, those are the guys who didn't get held back like me. And for that, I get bullied a lot for being the oldest one in ninth grade. (Despite the fact I look younger than the seniors, thanks to my mom.)

But, it's nothing major, though. Just verbal bullying, that's all. Compare to that and to my past experiences with bullying, they're nothing.

When I finally left my school, I walked down the sidewalks and stopped by at the bus stop. Sitting down on one of the benches, I took out a small Milo pack and ate it. Yeah, I'm weird like that.

While I ate the chocolate powder of my Milo pack, I didn't know someone was standing in front of me. When I looked up to see who it is, I saw an old man with a cane in hand along with a smile on his face.

"May I sit beside you, young lady." he asked softly.

I nodded and scooted away to give him a space to sit. "Not at all, mister."

He thanked me and sat beside me, I rubbed my arm and threw away my empty Milo pack in the trash beside me.

"Are you also waiting for your bus, young miss?" he asked out of the blue, causing me to jump.

I blushed embarrassedly and coughed in my fist, "Yes, I am, sir. Uhh, are you waiting for you bus too?"

He nodded, "Indeed, I am." the old man gave me a smile. "You seem a kind girl to talk to someone like me. Most kids your age here will just ignore me or don't show any politeness."

I laughed nervously and blushed, "Um, thank you, sir." I rubbed my arm.

"You must have been raised well to be this respectful to me," he smiled again.

I couldn't get more flattered and embarrassed, so I just chuckled. The two of us talked and we quickly got along. I also found out the old man's name was Finnick Smith when we introduced ourselves. After a few minutes, I began to tell him a funny story from my experiences at school back then. Once I was done telling my past, he laughed loudly and almost dropped his cane.

"What rascals are you back then! I would give to see that in person," his body shook in laughter.

I laughed too and leaned back, "Yeah, but at least I have some pictures." I smirked slyly.

Soon, he noticed my sly smirk and began to grinned with the same mishieveousness. "I see, oh dear..."

Finnick stopped laughing and saw the street clock behind me, "It seems like I'll be late. I think I should get home by walking." he said with a sad frown.

"I can walk you home, if you like, sir." I offered sincerely and stood up from my seat.

The elder smiled and waved his hand, "Oh no, I can walk home myself. I do have some muscle in me after all!" Finnick laughed.

"Are you sure?" I gave him a look, feeling concerned.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now I better be going, it was nice meeting you, Andrea." he held out his hand which I took.

I shook his hand and smiled, "The same with you, Mr. Smith." I said.

Finnick nodded with a soft grin before he walked away from my sight. Once he left, I turned around and saw the time on the street clock.

"Man, it's already five. I should really get going," I frowned and stared at the road. Normally, the bus was supposed to be here minutes ago. I wondered if they got held back by traffic?

I sighed and decided to walk home too. While I strolled down the sidewalks and arrived at my neighborhood. People passed by me and I could hear the vendors advertising and talking to some of their customers quite loudly, in my opinion. For about three minutes, I saw the apartment building where I live.

When I was about to speed up, I soon saw a little boy running down the road to get his ball. I choked and stopped walking, seeing a large truck heading towards him. I can tell everyone stared in shock, unable to do anything, while the truck got closer and it was honking loudly. The little boy yelped at the sound and saw the truck heading towards him, his eyes widened in horror and screamed.

"Mommy!"

I gritted my teeth at the people around me and dashed towards the child. I managed to push the boy away and got hit by the truck instead.

All I could do is gasped at the excruciating pain before passing out.

My eyes shot opene and I needily gasped for air. I covered my eyes with my hand and turned to my side, breathing heavily.

"Hey, are you okay there, kiddo?"

I uncovered my eyes and saw a man with blonde hair and light tan skin, he looked at me with worry.

"W-Who are you, s-sir?" I rasped out and coughed at my itchy throat.

"My name's Mike, kid. Mike Peters. Hang on, I'll go get you some water," he stood up and left the room.

I winced once I sat up, I noticed that I was in a hospital room. Staring at my attire, I noticed I had some bandages wrapped around my waist and left arm.

I heard the door opened and I turned to see Mike, holding a glass of water.

"Here you go," he sat down beside me and gave me the glass.

I took the glass of water before drinking it eagerly. Once I drank all of it, I sighed in content and gave it to Mike who set it aside.

"Thank you, sir." I softly said and leaned back with a sigh. "Now, may I know how I ended up here, Mr. Peters?"

He leaned back on his chair, "I saw you unconscious nearby my home when I was coming home from work, so I called an ambulance and here you are now." he answered and stared at me concerned.

"What happened to you, kid? You were losing a lot of blood back then and got a lot of injuries,"

I blinked and stared at my lap, "I don't think I can remember... All I could think of is a truck."

I was lying. I clearly remember what happened to me. I just don't feel like telling 'Mike' since I feel like I don't trust him yet.

"You must've gotten into an accident then," Mike guessed for sure, "you were really in a bad shape too. Well, what's all matters is you're alive now." he smiled.

I nodded with a small smile too, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Peters. My name is Andrea, by the way. Call me Andri." I held out my hand to him.

He grinned and shook my hand, "Nice to meet you, Andri. Do you happen to know your parents' number? I think they deserve to know what happened to you and all." he said.

I slowly frowned and averted my eyes from him to my lap, "My parents are dead, sir."

Mike's eyes widened, "I-I'm sorry! Uhh, do you happen to know your guardian's number, perhaps?"

I shook my head with an unknown look in my eyes, "I'm sorry, but she's dead too." I said

He choked and panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

I shook my head and turned to him, "Relax, you didn't know. There's no need to apologize, Mr. Peters." I assured him.

He coughed and calmed down, "C-Call me Mike, Andri. Mr. Peters makes me feel old." he said, trying to lighten up the mood.

I nodded with a small smile, "Okay, Mike."

He sighed and crossed his arms, "Again, I'm so sorry for asking. I didn't know you're an orphan."

"Again, it's okay. You aren't the first to ask about my parents or my guardian," I chuckled and looked around. "Now do tell me, where am I? I can tell this isn't my town's hospital room, which it's strange in fact."

Mike blinked and stared at me quite dumbstruck, "You're in Gardenia's Public Hospital, kiddo."

"I see," I frowned and muttered unconsciously to myself. "That's weird."

"How weird?" Mike asked with a curious look.

I turned to him and answered, "I'm actually from Seattle, so I wonder how on earth I ended up here?"

He shrugged, "Beats me, but I guess you're right about that being weird. Seattle is like a hundred miles away from Gardenia, I bet the bus fare isn't cheap. Does that mean you don't have a place to live?"

"Yeah,"

"You can live with my family if you like,"

I blinked in surprise, "A-Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother..." I said in shock.

"Please, I insist." Mike smiled, "besides, it's only my wife and daughter there. So, it won't hurt for you to stay with us for the time being."

I nodded and noticed something missing, "Um, sir, have you seen my bag?" I panicked and looked around for it.

"Yeah, it's under your bed. Here, let me get it for you." he stood up and crouched down, before taking out my backpack.

I sighed in relief, "Oh, thank you again." I smiled and took it.

Once I opened my bag, I noticed some differences about it. The fabric seems softer than before and it looks clean, looking at the inside I saw my sketchbook, school supplies, extra shirt, my black wallet, and my two pouches that has my art materials and smartphone. I breathe out heavily and felt more calm.

"Oh, great, everything is here. Hey, Mike, when can I get out of here? I don't like hospitals that much," I smiled sheepishly.

"Well, I can talk to the doctor right now since you're already awake."

"Wait, what? How long was I out?"

"About a week and a half,"

"...What the wut?"

After having a talk with Mike and the doctor, Andrea was finally released from the hospital for most of her serious injuries are healed while she's unconscious. Though the young woman was strictly advised to use a wheelchair to not re-open the large wound on her waist (still in the healing process) and was given a small container of painkillers.

The doctor even said that the wound will leave a permanent scar on her; however, that didn't bother Andrea one bit. To be truthful, she was ecstatic. This means she can show it off like a *badaft to anyone and have remembrance that she survived. That's good news for the young woman, so call her immature, but this is how she really is.

Andrea even found out she has a scar on her cheek and one over her shoulder that almost reaches to her bicep and collarbone which can be seen even she wore her favorite T-shirt, but only a glimpse of her scar can be seen. Turns out, most of the skin's first layer was peeled off, thanks to the accident.

The seventeen-year-old silently wondered how being hit by a truck can cause so many injuries to her.

Once she was wheeled out of the hospital and was taken in the Mike's car. Mike drove to his neighborhood, which was like ten minutes away from the hospital. After she arrived in the man's neighborhood, Andrea looked around in confusion.

Why does this all look so familiar to her?

"Andri, hello, Andri? Are you there?" Mike waved his hand in front of her face.

Andrea blinked in surprise and looked at Mike, "Oh, sorry. This place just look so familiar to me that's all." she said.

Mike nodded and ruffled her head, "No worries, kiddo. Anyway, let's go inside."

And so she did, Andrea was surprised that Mike was able to bring her inside the apartment building despite she was in the wheelchair.

"I'm sorry you have to do this," she apologized with a frown, "I must be very heavy."

Mike laughed at the comment, "Heavy? Please, I'm a firefighter, you basically weighed like a feather to me."

The young woman blinked in surprise at this. Mike is a firefighter. Okay, again why this is so familiar?

"Hey, this is my door. Get ready to meet my family, Andri." he smiled.

Andrea smiled back meekly. Mike took out his keys and unlocked his door before opening it.

"Honey, I'm back." he said and pushed the wheelchaired-girl inside.

Andrea saw a woman coming in the room, she has brown hair in a bob-cut style and tanned skin. She looks like she's about in her twenties, in Andrea's opinion. The young woman couldn't help but stare since she looks pretty. Mike's wife smiled at her husband's arrival and her eyes turned to her.

Andrea gave a shy smile to her which made the older woman smile back, "Hello, there. You must be Andrea."

The young woman nodded with a shy blush, causing Mike's wife to chuckle. "Mike told me on the phone about you and your situation a while ago. It's nice to meet you." she approached her and held out her hand, which Andrea took, "I hope you'll feel comfortable living with us, Andrea."

The seventeen-year-old laughed nervously and waved her hands, "Please, call me Andri, Mrs. Peters."

"Alright, Andri." Mrs. Peters smiled, "I think you should call me Vanessa, since you'll be living with us for the time being."

Andrea blushed and nodded shyly, "O-Okay, Vanessa..."

"Now, let's show you your room. It's a good thing we have a guest room," Mike said and pushed her wheelchair.

When Mike took Andrea to the guest room with Vanessa tagging along, the seventeen-year-old blinked at the new setting. Man, they have a really comfy guest room.

"It's not much, but I think you'll be fine."

She nodded, "Thank you again for taking me in, Mike. I promised that I'll pay you back for everything you've done." Andrea said.

"There's no need to be like that, Andri! You have no where else to go and you were almost closed to dying when I found you. It's natural that I'll help," Mike said modestly.

Andrea smiled softly at this, "You're a very kind man, and so are you Vanessa. Again, thank you."

The couple smiled and told the young girl to rest. Once they left the room, Andrea sighed tiredly and wheeled her way to the bed. She shakily stood up and lay down carefully on the soft mattress. Andrea winced under her breath, feeling a small pain from her waist.

Staring at the ceiling, she sighed again and covered her eyes with her hands.

Gardenia... She never heard a place or a town called Gardenia. However, it sounds very familiar to her. To be honest, everything about this feels so familiar. Andrea sighed once again and uncovered her eyes. Well, she's going to find out why this place is so familiar soon.

Patience is a virtue, after all.

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Andrea's Small Bio:

Name: Andrea Lonnie Fuu

Nationality: American (though she is a Filipino descent)

Age: 17

Birthday: June 26

Parents: Unnamed Mother (deceased), Unnamed Father (possibly alive or dead)

Siblings: *None