Soooo I suck at keeping up with my own stories. SORRY! But four chapters have already been typed for this one. YAY! This all stems from "The Fault in Our Stars" since I've read it twice. But I've also been into "Your Lie In April" which is an anime series that shows on Thursdays. I also love the idea of Pandora Hearts characters in school, PANDORA ACADEMY! And my favorite fan ship is Break x Lotti. I'm going to try and make the chapters longer as the story progresses. The idea has been lingering for too long and I must share! YAY! Thanks for reading and thank you to my loyal fans and followers from the other account as well as everywhere else on the web-ber-net! You guys are too cool, especially since I rarely update anything on So you most definitely rock.

Yeh...

~Cat


A Rovinaire Story

"It's just one downfall after another for you, isn't it..."

~Lotti

Every person has their hopes and their dreams, we all want to mean something and we all crave individuality. We all lie to ourselves to the point we actually believe the practiced falsehoods that so freely fly out of our mouths. No matter who you are, you'll lie to not only people around but to yourself. You can call someone ill and humble, that they get it, but that's jumping too far ahead of yourself. We say it's not fair, how the best of people get the worst of the fates that are lined up for humanity. All this, it's human nature. There is no escape.

.The first is the worst. That's what Kevin has always been told by his father. The rest is just down hill flying because you know better. Supposedly your allowed one mistake then you learn from them and never do them again. After all, who is really stupid enough to hold their finger on a highly heated stove until their thin prints burn off? You know, when you burn off your finger prints your burning off the one thing about you that has absolutely nothing in common with anybody else. Interesting, right? But think about it for a sec. No two people's fingerprints are exactly alike. Each thumb has it's own screwed swirls, so twisted. But that's only natural.

We all have our normalities. But we all are a little strange too. We each have our own personal disfunction, something in the system is always flawed. We're just made that way. So why does anyone care to look for pity about not being perfect?

Have you ever been to a friend's family dinner before? Seems nice, eh? So perfect, so kind and pretty. You compare them to your own family and you think there is something wrong, so screwed up. Every family has a disfunction. Something is out of line. It's how that works, the family thing. If anyone was really perfect, we'd probably want to kill them. The only perfect one is Jesus Christ, The Lord our God but there are just so few believers these days. Makes the minority quite sad.

Okay, let's put it this way, you don't always know the whole story, write it all down and focus hard, whatever. Good for you! But the only people who get it is every individual themselves, and if they believe then The Lord our God but then you get that he knows you even better than you yourself. He knows where your heart is. Your just the fool playing "know it all" your whole life.

Each and every one of us have one flaw in the system, we all eventually will know tragedy.

I, as the author of this fictional story have had five friends my age pass away and I'm under 16 years of age. Then I've also had several family members pass all the way from cancer, cancer, cancer, Alzheimer's, and old age. Even one from suicide. Tough game, ending it early. Things happen and I can tell you from experience that the poor and nasty things people say about suicide victims is a lot of bull shit. "Straight from the cow's ass" (as my main man author, Stephen King, has once said). A former friend once told me they're selfish. I agreed, later I hung up the phone and slapped myself because I lied. I don't think they are selfish. I never have. I think what came out of his mouth was selfish, foolish, and flat out bull shit. I think I wanted to slap him silly. And so I called him up and I said "remember what you said, I think your full of crap." You see, they don't want to die and most of them never get away with it the first attempt. It becomes a cry for help but unfortunately, the tearful call must be answered within a limited time before it is missed.

No one wants to die. Why should anyone talk about that? Why do we talk about in church, doomsday or death? No one wants to talk about it. But when it comes down to those last few moments, rather that equals weeks or seconds, to stay alive just barely, held down and restricted unlike ever before, what is there to live for? At old age, cool thing, y'know. But why live those last moments of old age on machines? That goes for cancer and any other reasoning for death as well.

What's it worth?

It's sad for the rest of us.

I understand that.

But I will never understand one thing...

So when that time comes when we don't want to "live" one machines for nothing, but yet so many people spend their entire lives trying to be like everybody else even though they are not, so many people don't want to be individual because apparently it's not cool-

Tell me, what is the difference between living on machines and living like everyone around you?

Damnit! Stick out like sore thumb because that's what's cool! Being at the loner table, eventually someone will come. That mutual nice person and you'll find they are far better than those meeting up to the daily standards.

This story is about the short life in a modern world at Pandora Academy of my favorite knight, my fictional idol, Xerxes Break... Born as Kevin Regnard.