Hi guys... This is a new story I'm trying out. I recently got hooked on Eureka 7 and wanted to write a story on it.

Please give me some feedback on this because I think this chapter is kinda crappy...

Story Title: At Least We Know That If We Die…

Summary:

I am a quiet girl, who acts polite, but is really passionate at heart. I indirectly followed my mother's footsteps, and ran away from those who caused me oppression. But in reality, I ran away from people who were trying to help me. Accompanied by close friends, we left our homes, and unknowingly put ourselves in danger.

Chapter 1: Pushing Them Away

Courage…

"What are you doing, Ms. Kallin?" the teacher asked.

"Just reading a book." I replied, not even looking up from said book.

The teacher repeated her question, like she didn't hear my answer.

I replied with the same words, but a bit louder than intended.

She pointed to the door, signaling me she wanted to talk to me privately.

Great. Now I'm in trouble for something as paltry as reading a book.

"Look Mika, I've been lenient on you for the past few months, but I will not tolerate this in my classroom!"

"Ma'am, I was only-", I was cut off.

"Don't do it in my classroom, period!"

"But-", once again, cut off.

"No buts! It's bad enough you don't turn in work, but your aunt is trying to help you! Even worse, most of your family is in the military now!"

"…"

"What would you do if they saw you acting like this? How do you think they would feel? What about your aunt, the one who's been helping you all this time? How would she feel if all her hard work to help you goes to waste?"

"…"

"She tries hard to help you, she really does."

"….. Sorry, but I wasn't under the impression that I couldn't read a book in my own English class, nor the fact that you had to mention or involve yourself in my personal life."

"…"

It means acting bravely.

I walked back into the classroom, ending the argument with nothing but silence.

I sigh, heading for the school rooftop to cool off my mind.

*~~~~~~~~On the Rooftop~~~~~~~~*

Sitting down, I began to think of what happened earlier.

"Why would she mention that?" I muttered to myself, "She may be a teacher, but that doesn't mean that she had to tell me about things I already know!".

Things I can't forget…

I look up to the sky.

These are just Unwanted Emotions all brought by something so trivial.

I close my eyes, and began to dream.

Doing what you believe to be right…

*~~~~~~~~Afterschool~~~~~~~~*

Here I am on my bed, drawing… again.

'I really should go and work that school project for History.' I thought, 'Once I finish this, I'll do it… hopefully.'

I was drawing a man I'd seen on a magazine. My friend, Collins, thinks he's really cool. Collins said that he was part of the military, but went AWOL and left. Now, he's a legendary lifter and fights against the military, along with his comrades, who share his beliefs.

In my opinion, they seem like a bunch of pirates to me, but in a good way.

They looked pretty cool and fought off the military for good treason, so I started to support them.

I also heard about this sport called 'lifting'. It's really popular, but not so much in my city. I stick to regular sports like soccer, tennis, and track. Though, it would be great to learn how to lift. It looks really cool.

And this guy I'm drawing, Holland Novack, is a genius at lifting. He created this great trick called a "cut-back drop-turn". Though, I question the yellow scarf he wears in most of the pictures I've seen. If he's supposed to be a cool genius, then why wear something bright? I guess it's for people to notice him more, since bright colors are pretty eye-catching.

I look down at my now-finished drawing.

It's a drawing of a poster I saw in a store of him. I told a picture of it with my camera I always carried. It… intrigued me. I got started on it as soon as I got home. Now it's another one of my finished products. I'm proud I got this done.

"Mika, it's time for dinner!" my aunt called.

"Okay! Coming!" I answered.

I go downstairs and into the kitchen. I started eating my dinner.

"Your teacher called me today."

"…"

"How many times do I have to tell you to-" My aunt started.

"To do what? Do my school work? Stop lazing around? What do you want me to do now?" I interrupted, my dinner now forgotten.

"Don't use that tone with me!" She said.

"I don't care! You aren't my mother anyways! Why should I listen to you?" I questioned.

"Because I'm the only one who can take care of you!"

"You say you take care of me, yet you don't even know me! You always have expectations for me, always pushing me! You say you try to help me, but really you're just pressuring and stressing me out even more!"

"Stop it! Just stop…" she nearly shrieked, "You're acting just like your mother!"

"Don't compare me to her! I'm my own person!" I yelled.

"You're living in the moment just like her!" she countered.

"You don't get it! I'm 14 years old! It's called 'being a teenager'! I'm not a baby!"

"What I do get is that all you're doing is wasting your life!" she shouted.

"…"

…and telling the truth.

"Please, grow up and start acting like an adult. Don't end up like your mother. She did the same thing, and now she's dead." She said calmly.

"Just because she got drafted, doesn't mean that she's dead!"

"She wasn't the only one to get drafted. Your father and brothers are gone too! They all went away and never came back. They didn't send a letter or anything. Face it, Mikayla! They. Are. Dead. You need to get that through your thick skull and realize there's nothing you can do about it."

"…"

I look at her, speechless.

I can't say anything…

I feel numb…

I need to get away from here…

I'll prove them wrong…

This is what requires courage.

"Then I'll show you. I'll show you and everyone else that I'm not wasting my life. I am determined to prove all of you wrong!"

Sorry for it being short. I hope it didn't suck. Please give me feedback so I can continue this story!