Delmas's Mistake

"I'm very sorry to impose on your family like this, Mrs. Ishiyama, but there's been a mistak with her paperwork, and the bottom line is, that Kadic simply doesn't have a dorm room for its newest student, Sara Nyugen, and we were wondering of she could stay at Yumi's until we can get her a dorm."

Two days later….

The tiny, pixieish Korean girl with eyes like velvety chocolate and a fringe of raven hair half covering her small face looks up at the knock on the door of the guest room. "Can I come in?" Yumi asks. She enters without getting an answer. "I'm really sorry about this whole arrangement," Yumi continues to the girl's back. "I can't believe Principal Delmas would screw up like this…no, actually, I can! He's such an idiot sometimes, do you need any help unpacking?"

Sarah smiles slightly, the expression looking odd on her face, like it's not something she's used to doing. "The principal at my last school was like that too. Hopefully this will all be cleared up soon! No thanks, I'm fine." Something falls out of a fold in one of her long-sleeved shirts and clatters to the floor as she puts them into the dresser.

Yumi picks up the small knife and hands it back to her. "You dropped this." What can be seen of Sarah's face underneath the hair blushes slightly. "Why would you have a knife hidden in your luggage anyway?" Yumi prods.

"Oh, that. That's just my Swiss army knife. I had to put it in my checked luggage because customs wouldnt've let me put it in my carry on luggage. Plus, they don't like the idea of having any weapons on board a plane, so I had to hide it. Oh my god, having this tiny little knife on me would make me a terrorist!" she laughs with seemingly forced casualness.



Just then, Yumi's cell phone rings. "Hello?"

"Meet me at the factory as soon as you can. X.A.N.A.'s activated a tower in the ice sector." It's Jeremie.

This was the tenth time this week X.A.N.A had attacked, and it was only Friday. Sometimes Yumi wished she could just leave everything behind…."Be right there," she said, snapping her phone shut. After making some excuse to Sarah, she runs to the factory, but even the urgency of the attack can't make her forget the dropped knife, and the flash of fear in the new girl's eyes, even if it only lasted for a second.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short, and a little boring, but it gets better! this story is dedicated to two Sarahs: to Sarah C. for having the courage to speak out, and to Sarah B. You're in my thoughts, hon. I hope you're okay now. I modeled this OC after you. :)