English 10

Name: Salisa Simaroj (Stamp)

Teacher: Mr. Abel M. Cadias

Class: 1006
The Chatty Idiot

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Narita International Airport. Local time is 13:00
and the temperature is 12 degrees Celsius. For your safety, please remain seated with
your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. Please check
your personal belongings after the plane has fully stopped, and please use caution when
opening the overhead cabins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.
Japan Airlines and the entire crew would like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we
are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day! The
passenger announcement stopped as the plane was taxiing towards the terminal. Clara, a
teenage Dutch who came to Japan as a scholar which was funded by a wealthy man who
owned a big company in Japan was too excited to even listen to that announcement. She
turned on her iPhone then a message suddenly popped up.
I sent my son to pick you up. He should have arrived at the airport by now, so
please come out. He will be waiting for you at the main entrance. See you soon, by the
way, welcome to Japan!
She grinned while reading the message and dragging her tiny pastel green luggage. She went out of the plane then walked down the escalator to the meeting area. She
was typing, Arigato gosaimasu! as a thank you message to her host mother. Suddenly,
she bumped into a tall man as he was running along the walkway. Their belongings fell off
and scattered all over the marble floor.
You! How the hell are you walking? The young man swore with an obvious upset
expression. She looked back at that red hair guy angrily and said, Isnt it you who ran towards me?
So what? You are also keeping on chatting. If there is a thief trying to hit you on
the head, I think you wouldnt even look at him.I know why you are wearing glasses. It is
very crystal clear from the way you use your phone. By the way, I dont have time to talk to
you, chatty idiot, the good looking teenager looked the same age as her said while turning
away with his things back in place.The grumpy young man looked like he was in a hurry as
if he had to escape from an exploding volcano.
Dont call me chatty idiot! she shouted. Then dont act like you deserve it, the
boy replied without turning to face her and he began to run.
Whats with him? Is he a pervert? All he did is just ruined my first day in Japan,
she thought with a terrible mood as if she could kill someone. Leaving the rotten mood
aside, she thought that her host mothers son was waiting so long at the meeting point.
She rushed there as fast as the speed of light. She arrived at the meeting point,
however there was nobody but the wind. She waited for a while. She tried to contact her
hosts son as quickly as she can. What should I do now? The girl rumbled to herself
while she was picking an atlas from the information center. Her stomach was grumbling. To
find some food, she started to wander around and ended up at a small cozy restaurant. As
she was carrying the tray with the traditional Japanese food, she tripped and fell down.
Her miso poured down and wet the black baggage beside its owner. The guy with remarkable red hair faced her angrily.
You again! Why am I this unfortunate? Dont tell me that you are stalking me! The
young man said. Seriously? Who would stalk a pervert like you. At least not me and the
one who is having this misfortune is me to find you popping up everywhere I go, the girl
replied with her fist cinched.

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English 10
Name: Salisa Simaroj (Stamp)

Teacher: Mr. Abel M. Cadias

Class: 1006

Why dont you just go home then? That way we will not meet each other again,
he asked. I I I am waiting for my But wait, why do I have to tell you? The girl
replied. What? Are you lost? The boy grinned and said with as sly as a fox face, Clara
was silent. The tables around them were empty so that area was completely quiet as if it
was located in the middle of the jungle. Clara was about to cry. To avoid the depressing
situation, he turned his mobile phone on and typed something.
Ring RingHere comes a message for you! Claras phone rang up, the message
ringtone was loud enough for the boy to hear. While she was opening it, he suddenly realised something. He then stared at her as he remembered a picture of a cute blonde
dressed in national Dutch costume at a festival in a field of colorful Tulips, clear light blue
sky and a big wooden wind mill as the background scene.
Take off your glasses! He said. No! Who are you? You cant order me around,
she refused. Take it off! He insisted as he was aiming his hands to her thick spectacles.
Clara tried to step back out of his reach and her hands raised themselves up to cover her
face. However the boy managed to grab both of her forearms as she fell down onto the
tiled floor. He gathered her wrists together in his right hand and used the other one to pull
the round black glasses from its owners face. Namae wa? He asked for her name.
Clara, replied the girl after meeting the serious face of the boy. He then smiled and
said, so, its you, chatty idiot!

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