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"Sakura, you're going to be late!" Viridian eyes opened in shock.
"Ai yah, you're right!"
An inexcusably tardy schoolgirl shot up from her bed and darted into her closet. She'd slept in on the first day of school!
Grabbing her school uniform, Sakura sprinted downstairs, grabbed toast from her mother, and shot out the door all the way to school.
"Hey Sakura!" Her classmates called to her, but she couldn't talk! She had less than thirty seconds to get to the third floor of her high school where her first class was!
Bursting through the door, she proclaimed, "Sensei! I'm here!"
"Good, now go take a seat." Sakura walked toward her desk.
Pause.
All of what has just transpired would be real, if the main character in question lived a life such as one that had been implied by those previous few lines.
In actuality, the main character does not lead a life free of miserable occurrence. Rather, the character in question, from day one, has led a life of unintended tribulation. Since a young age, Sakura has seen more than what a normal functioning human being would see in a life time, and as a result of such she has developed qualities that betray her outward appearances. She is not entirely dreary; her raging temper betrays her and her genuine love for friends and those close to her is insurmountable. Those around her find her a force to be reckoned with—good natured, even if she is sometimes insufferable.
She often entertains the thought of, perhaps in a past life that her profession was dealing with fatalities both in and out of a combat zone. That those she wished to empower fell around her like flies until she was the only one left. That her entire being was dedicated to preserving the power and the integrity of a central body, which in turn supported her until the day she perished.
Whatever the case, she was not one to idle in the musings of religion; however thought-provoking reincarnation may be.
She knew not of her parents, for they perished before she could even walk. She lives on her own in a flat paid for by nothing more than her own flesh and blood—and when I state such, I don't really mean that the flat was paid for by her own flesh and blood, but rather, a job which she holds helps to pay her living expenses, as well as other accommodations that she may need. She never lived outside of her means; always first withdrawing a considerable amount of money to deposit into a savings account before spending the rest. With her meticulous and orderly attitude, her living space remained spotless. She was rarely home, having to split time between school, study, and work. Even with such an unfortunate combination, our young madam has managed to rank in the top percent of her graduating class with a hopeful eye towards medicine.
And as our pink-haired heroine rouses to wakefulness, and goes about preparing for the day, she hopes that today will be unlike those previous. She wishes—even though she knows better than to do such a thing—that today will not be filled with remorse, but something else so much, much more exciting will happen that she will remember for a lifetime. And as she glances one last time at the burning incense of the shrine in her flat, she secures the lock of her flat door and passes her landlady by on her way to school. She reminisces.
About the life she could have lead, but never will.
Sakura steps out onto the pavement in front of the building of her apartment.
Left, or right?
Left, school. School future. Future, money. Money, life.
Right? Right took her through to an unknown, unmarked territory.
She held her breath. Gray skirt billowing in the harsh wind, her sights on the right route lingered.
Left. Left today, she tells herself. Adventure can wait another day.
The safety of order ensured her. There was always a clear path. She always knew what to expect.
Yes, she told herself, this was the right decision.
And so, she proceeded to her destination on the left.
And as she progressed further down her path of assurance, she could not help but feel just a tad bit disappointed. She assured herself that what she was doing was right, but Kami knows that she is wrong.
And it only takes a silent reassurance of her non-belief in a higher order to prove her point.
And it only took three figures cloaked in black; flashing past her to prove her wrong.
She looked behind her into the street of unmarked territory.
Left, she tells herself again. So she musters all of her willpower and briskly walked forward to her secondary school. After all, she knew what would happen if she did not arrive on time.
For she knew not of any other consequences that would occur if she followed those figures than death. And she cannot die. Not today.
Left, she says to herself more aggressively.
Adventure could wait another day.
This is a revised, thrown out, and redone version of Chapter one of 'Her Story'.
I've been re-reading the story and I can't help but feel unsatisfied with what I have produced. So I have decided to start over. I am also thinking of changing the title of this work as well.
I appreciate reviews/feedback on this story as well. Sorry that I have been gone for so long.
On another note; this chapter will not flow with the rest of the story. Just a heads up as I trash and re-do the others.