Hey people! i was sooooo happy when i found this section yay ^o^. i love the red thread legend my favorite of all. so i wrote a story. I know how most people don't like when you just take an idea and make your own story. Well thats what i did. I took the Characters birthday and an using the legand so. Plz read and enjoy. The movie was amazing i loved it it made me cry lol. Sooooo wonderful.

Love is a feeling. Spread around the world. To many different people. In many different circumstances. Even though we all live in different places, have different fears, and different dreams. We all long for the same thing. Someone to love us.

February 29 is today, my birthday. It's special because it only comes around every four years. I am finally 12. Today was the day a miracle happened.

I hate my home and family. My dad is always working and totally ignoring me and my mom. My mom drinks and smokes all day because of what my dad does to her. They are both pathetic. I hate them both.

Dad had taken the day off for my birthday. While I was getting the cake out of the fridge, mom and dad got in another fight. He started yelling at her for no reason. I broke in between both of them, who were now yelling.

"Can't you guys just stop fighting for one day? It's my birthday today! Just stop and let's enjoy it!" I pleaded with my father. He turned on me in rage and smacked me upside the head, knocking the cake to the ground completely destroying it.

"Enjoy?! I can't enjoy anything with this bitch around! Both of you are pathetic and worthless!" I could taste blood in my mouth as he stormed out the door. My mom lay on the floor crying. Pathetic.

I got up in angry rage and stormed out the house after my dad. I saw him at the end of the street on the cell phone. I glared at him. Who did he think he was treating us like that? It is his fault my mom is like that! It is his fault my brother is dead!

I ran in the opposite direction. I ran and ran until my feet hurt, all the way to my safe haven. A little park where my older brother and I would play together.

I ran and sat down on one of the swings. I curled my fists on anger. "WHY?!" I screamed and kicked the metal pole beside me, not even feeling the pain. Why me? I thought. I put my head in my hands and cried. I hadn't cried in a long time. I had given up on crying. Crying never solved anything, but today I couldn't hold it back. My life had completely crumbled before me. I had no dreams only to get as far away from here as possible.

I felt something hit me foot and looked up in surprised. A soccer ball had hit my foot and a boy about my age was standing a little ways away. He looked a little scared and confused. "Um… are you ok?" He asked and sat down on the swing next to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I turned away quickly, wiping my eyes. How embarrassing!! Crying in front of a boy!

"You don't look fine to me." He pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to me. I slowly reached out and took it. It was soft and blue.

"Thank you." I mumbled still not looking at him. I wiped my eyes gently with the handkerchief while he sat there.

"So what is a girl like yourself doing out here all alone crying?" He started to swing slowly back and forth on the swing. I noticed he had a nice soothing voice that was kind of laid back.

"You wouldn't understand." I still didn't look at him. He wouldn't understand what I was going through, what was happening. Nobody ever would.

"Try me." He looked at me expecting me to answer him. When I didn't he said, "Ahhh… Come on. Today's my birthday, at least give me the explanation as a present."

I looked him in the eyes for the first time. He had nice soft brown eyes and light brown hair that fell right above his eyes. "Your birthday is… today?"

"As far as I know it is. It's special, only comes once every four years." He looked up as it began to snow very lightly.

"I know it's my birthday too." I caught a snow flake in my hand and watched in melt.

"Wow! That's so cool! We're miracles!" He grinned at me showing all his teeth. His grin made me smile back. Just a little but it was still a smile nonetheless.

"Andy! It's time to go home." Someone called out from a distance and waved in our direction.

"Ok, mom!" The boy next to me shouted back. "I've got to go. Happy birthday and smile, ok? Bye-Bye!" He bent down and picked up his soccer ball and ran off towards his mom.

Thank you…. Andy.

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