A/N : Okay so this is my first time ever writing a fanfic or any kind of a story to be honest, so any constructive criticism will be appreciated! XD
Well anyway, this is chapter one ( i know- it's incredibly short haha ). I hope you enjoy it!
Please review! I'd love it if you did! (=
No one ever will.
The blonde turned her head and looked out the foggy, half cracked window.
Looking down into the far distance, there were tiny figures scurrying about below carrying umbrellas.
Funny almost, how people are so large and yet so afraid of something so small, like a little bit of rain.
"Sometimes I wish that I was the rain; free falling, going wherever the clouds go," the blonde thought.
She leaned her cheek into the palm of her hand and silently drew a picture into the foggy glass window.
Suddenly, the loud and crisp resonating sound of a bell broke the meek silence.
Naminé didn't seem the slightest bit startled by the ringing of the supper bell- the stampede of many footsteps rushing down the steps was enough to figure out what was happening.
She waited a few minutes to contemplate whether or not she should go down and join everyone else.
In the end with great difficulty, the skinny girl sighed and convinced her lifeless body to go over to the staircase.
With every step that she took, she cringed.
The creaking of the at least 100-year-old stair boards made it almost unbearable to her sensitive ears.
Naminé made her way over to the entrance of the too familiar and too crowded dining hall.
Upon scanning the entire room for almost a full five minutes, she finally found a place to sit.
She quickly wedged herself into the narrow space before anyone else had the chance to.
The pale girl let out a tiny gasp as she forgot to get her food. She turned her head and noticed that the line was growing rather quickly.
"You better get on line before it's too late," said a scrawny girl rushing toward the line.
"Hmm…that was a little weird," Naminé muttered. No one usually bothered to talk to her, more or less even take a glance at her.
The blonde quickly scrambled over to the end of the line, hoping not to be last again. As she squished her way in between the crowds of immense children, she was only met with greedy shoves.
"HEY!"
It was no use- her tiny voice was too quiet for even a mouse to hear.
Even if it was louder than a squeak, it's not like anyone would care about what she had to say anyway.
Here in the orphanage, everyone is his or her own person.
As always, she was the last one on line.
"NEXT!"
Naminé didn't even have to look up to tell whom the scratchy vocal chords belonged to.
They belonged to the headmaster and it didn't seem like she was in a very good mood. Not that she was ever in a good mood.
The line was diminishing quickly and Naminé was only getting closer. Soon enough, she was next.
The pale, young girl held out her worn down bowl and waited to be served. Her face expressed grimace as the unidentifiable porridge, or what seemed like porridge, was scooped into her bowl. The amount of food that was being served to the scrawny adolescent was barely enough to feed a baby.
A tiny grumble sounded from her empty stomach. With a soft quavery voice, she spoke.
"M-may I have some more please?"
As soon as the girl spoke those words, a pulsing vein emerged from the old woman's wrinkled forehead.
Her aged face began to contort.
She was making that same old expression she used when she got upset (which was rather often).
As she slowly set the ladle down, it clinked against the side of the rusting pot.
The nervous, unsure girl standing before the old woman started to shift uncomfortably.
Her palms started to sweat she griped at the hem of her once white dress.
The headmaster's little t-rex of an arm fled to the nape of the young girl's neck and grabbed the tattered collar.
She yanked.
Hard.
Than quickly, almost too quickly, the bony back of her cold, hard hand came in contact with the blonde's supple cheek.
A loud silence filled the room.
"YOU INCOMPETENT CHILD! FOOD IS BROUGHT TOO YOUR FACE, YET YOU ASK FOR MORE? NO WONDER NO ONE WILL ADOPT YOU. NO ONE EVER WILL!"
No one will adopt you.
No one ever will.
Those words echoed in her mind as the moisture starting to gather in her sapphire hues.
With the quick flick of the wrist, the headmaster threw Naminè's frail body against the wall and walked off, never turning back once.
The silence went as fast as it came.
Crying silently, Naminè ran as quickly as her petite frame would allow up the stairs.
She ran fast, but not fast enough, for she overheard the head master saying what a horrid wretch she was.
No one ever will.
A/N: So...how was it? ^^; Don't forget to review please! (=
Chapter Inspiration: It began with a Letter from Kingdom Hearts Soundtrack
*EDIT*: So I noticed some of you said that it was a little confusing to differentiate between first person and third person so i just made everything into third person! ^^
Thank you all so much for taking the time to read and review my story! There will be more to come! XD