Summary: Sora was never happy. He always looked down to negative things. But when Sora moved and sophomore grade came, a girl came and talked to him. The first to ever say a friendly hello. The one called Kairi. But when a series of events come, they may help him reach back to reality and into the stars, or may finally crush his heart and become heartbroken forever.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Disney or Square-Enix.
Reach for the Stars
Prologue:
When I was a Nobody
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When I was born, I was a somebody. When I was one year old, I was a nobody.
My parents ignored me. Everyone ignored me. I had no one. I was no one…
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I was a quiet boy. I obeyed all my parents' orders. I never had a friend. And I never had someone who loved me. My life was down. Not even close to average. And if it wasn't close to average, it would never be to the top. It was negative. Literally negative. I don't know if anyone could have a lonelier life than me.
Just because I was ignored didn't mean that I was invisible. The teachers still notice me, but they've got no feelings. And the bullies… They were much worse than the teachers and my parents combined.
My parents didn't care about me at all. One of the only times my mom paid attention to me was when I came from home everyday. My mom would ask if I had any quizzes or tests. She would expect me to say an honest answer. Once I tried to lie, and I ended up getting a beating from her. After every beating, I would wish that I were invisible from them in the first place. It happened all the time; it felt like a habit.
She may also say, "We're moving, Sora. Pack your things." It was true that we moved here and there. We were like gypsies. We moved from Destiny Islands to desert places to freezing weather to the lush green woods.
We came back to Destiny Islands. Nothing had changed. I guess I didn't notice any because my heart was as cold as ever to even notice. The island was still surrounded by the salty water. Lots of tropical trees with dark chocolate-looking coconuts and ripe bananas were found everywhere you looked, just like when I was first here.
In school, there was no difference. I watched people playing games or talk. And every time one more person joined the fun, the tighter the knot became in my heart until it demanded me to untie it. Homework was the only thing I could do with no one to talk to. If I didn't have homework, I would start doodling strange things. At the end of school, the bell would ring, and I would walk home alone. And every time I saw people walking home together, I felt jealousy stinging my heart.
When I came home, I would have finished my homework already, so I would look at the window to watch the teens enjoying skateboarding or playing basketball. My mom's knife chopping would repeat in my ear. She was chopping her vegetables for soup just made for her hard working husband. My hard working dad. Then she would take Chips Ahoy or Oreo cookies and place them onto the plate so I could eat it. When dinner came, my mom and dad would just talk to each other on the dining table. Anytime I tried to say something, they would ignore it, so I take my cookies and walk away.
Sometimes I would walk away to the cave that echoed the ocean waves, or maybe I would just walk away to the paopu tree. I only went there because I never got so much food at home or school. I would stop there and grab a paopu fruit and force myself to chew on it, even though it was bitter like my emotions. Another fruit would grow back in the same place when I came back from school with bullies chasing me.
I was their toy. They would come back to me everyday like a magnet. I would get cornered at the lonely island with the paopu tree, and they would beat me down. My back would always hit the paopu tree. We shared a horrible history.
The most common place I walked away was to the shore. I went there just to write in the tanned sand. The waves would come crashing in like how my heart has been crashed over and over again. The water would erase away everything I wrote, and I would always have to start all over. Sometimes I wondered if my life could start all over.
I would probably still be out of the house lying down on the paopu tree or on the sand when the stars come out from its hiding place. The sun would tell the moon to come out, and I would watch the scene. Sometimes I wondered if I could be as high as the stars. Every night I would take my hand out to try to touch them and miss. As the days passed, the stars seemed to move farther away. My heart felt like it was losing more hope.
So when the stars stopped moving one day, I knew. My heart was no longer begging for hope.
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