This is a new fic of mine. It won't be too long, eight chapters at the max. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary: "Mommy and daddy are fighting again. I think I'll just stay here with you until they stop." A little girl records in her diary the trials she goes through in a time span of eight weeks. From her viewpoint, we see the troubles life brings to those unfortunate enough and the hope others who choose to help, choose to stand up and be kind, can inspire in them.
Hero for One
Prologue:
Snow quietly fell to the already white-covered ground outside the home of a military officer. Inside, a young girl hugged her grandmother tight after receiving her gift: a diary. The girl's grandmother smiled at the child, glad to have made her so happy. The rest of the celebration for the nine-year-old's birthday continued on, occasional squeals of joy coming from the happy girl's mouth.
Later that night, while the rest of the household slept soundly, a diary is opened and written on for the first time, welcoming words with open arms. It will soon become the only witness to the trials of a child that needs help, unless others stand up and help.
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Week one: A New Friend
Monday, 10:00 P.M.
Dear diary,
Hello! You are going to be my best friend! I'm so happy Granny gave you to me for my birthday. Now I have someone to talk to at home.
Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Amanda DeRon. I am now nine years old, and today is my birthday. I have straight brown hair and green eyes. I usually wear a simple pair of jeans and shirt to school, but since it's winter I have to wear a comfy coat.
I live with my mommy and daddy. Granny came to visit for my birthday, but she left already. My daddy is in the military. He works hard all day long. Mommy stays at home and cleans. She makes the best beef stew ever! We live in a house nearby where my daddy works, so he can get there easily. I walk by there every day on my way to school. We are in East. I like it here. I've lived here my entire life.
I can't talk anymore tonight. Daddy doesn't like it when I stay up late. Good night. I'll talk to you tomorrow!
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Tuesday, 9:00 P.M.
Dear diary,
I made a new friend today. His name is Keith. He has black hair and dark brown eyes. He's quiet and doesn't talk much, like me. He usually sits alone for lunch, also like me. But today I wanted to be nice and have a friend, so I sat next to him. We didn't talk, but it still felt nice to be able to sit next to someone during lunchtime at school.
One of the older girls called me a skinny freak today. I don't know why. All I did was accidentally brush my arm against hers in the hallway. I didn't say anything, even after she pushed me a little. I didn't want ot get in trouble with the older kids.
I saw a boy at the military place today on my way home. He had blond hair tied in a braid and wore a red jacket. I only saw his back, because he was talking to someone in a giant metal suit. I wonder how he could walk around like that, wearing all that metal. I would fall over!
I have to go to bed now. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!
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Wednesday, 9:34 P.M.
Dear diary,
It snowed a lot last night. The snow came up to my knees! I wanted to play outside in the snow, but we weren't allowed out for recess. Teacher said we couldn't play in the snow at school, and we would have to wait when we went home. But mommy didn't let me play outside at home either. She said I didn't deserve it, and that I should do more work around the house. Maybe if I'm good the rest of the week, mommy will let me play in the snow before it all melts.
Keith and I sat together at lunch again today. No one sat at our table, but that's okay with me. We get the whole table to ourselves now. He still doesn't talk to me. Maybe he will later.
I didn't see that boy at the military place today. Maybe he was visting his daddy just for the day yesterday.
I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!
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Thursday, 9:55 P.M.
Dear diary,
Today was a normal day. I walked to school, ate lunch with Keith, and passed by the military place on my way home. Mommy cooked beef stew for dinner, so I was happy. Daddy came home later than usual. I heard them talking downstairs in the living room earlier.
I saw the boy again. He has golden eyes. I like his eyes. They're pretty. He was with the man in metal again. Maybe that's his daddy. What do you think? He wore all black, except for white gloves and his red coat. I wonder if someone close to him died. That would explain the black. I don't think he saw me. I'm small, and people don't usually pay attention to me.
I'm going to bed now. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!
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Friday, 9:25 P.M.
Dear diary,
Keith spoke today. He said, "Hi." It wasn't much, but at least he talked to me, right? I said hi back, and then we ate the rest of our lunches in silence. One of the older kids called us weird. We ignored them. Keith always ignores everyone, even me. Except for today, that is.
I've taken up writing poetry. It's fun, and it helps me focus more. I've only written one poem, though. It's not very good. I don't think I'll let anyone read it. Maybe I'll let people read my poems later, when they're better. I'll read one to you, too.
I heard mommy and daddy talking downstairs again after I went to bed. I hear them now, actually. They sound a little angry. Maybe they'll be better in the morning. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!
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Saturday, 9:35 P.M.
Dear diary,
Guess what? I don't have school tomorrow! Maybe mommy will let me play outside in the snow. It snowed again today, so I'll still have some to play in.
I saw the boy again. He looked kinda sad. I wanted to go over and cheer him up, but I didn't want to bother them. Besides, they don't let me past the big gates. Those gates scare me. They're so big and ugly, looming over me. I don't like it at all.
Keith said hi again. I hope he'll talk more later. I want a friend to talk to other than you. No one else my age likes me. I don't know why.
An older girl called my hair icky. I guess it is, kinda. It's straight and just hangs from my head. Other girls have hair that practically bounces as they walk. Mine just lays there. Maybe mommy will give me a hair cut and make my hair pretty. I'll ask.
I'm tired. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!
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Sunday, 9:45 P.M.
Dear diary,
Daddy took me to town today. He got off of work early, he said, and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn't understand why he wanted to spend more time with me now. He never did before. He took me to get some hot chocolate, as a treat, in the military place. I like the hot chocolate there. It's really good. I didn't see the metal man there, or the boy.
Mommy was angry when she found out daddy took me out for a treat. She told me to stay away from him. Why would I do that? He's my daddy! I don't understand adults sometimes.
Mommy wouldn't let me play outside when I got home. I was mad at her, so I went to my room and stayed there until dinner time. She used to always let me play outside. Why won't she now?
I'm going to bed now. I'm really tired and confused. Maybe I'll be better in the morning. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!
That wasn't as good as I hoped it'd be. Ah well. Review, and I might be quicker with updating.
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