San smiled and started giggling to Nina hitting Zero on the head and yelling at him for saying something stupid again.
San was frowning.
She smiled and closed the door shouting 'Goodnight!'
She slid down the door and stuck her face in her hands.
She was at the mall with Nina and Rokka and they got Nina in a dress with a little more cleavage then Nina wanted and all San could do was wish.
Why did she have to be who she was?
She saw Nina slip on a stair and scrape her knee. Zero and Ichi bent down and tried to calm the 'extreme' pain they were sure she had.
Why is Nina the main character? Everybody loves her more than me...
San was reaching up in a kitchen cabinet to try and reach something to snack on when Forte came and got it for her. They shared a smile.
She can't do anything on her own...
It was midnight and she couldn't sleep... She turned her head and saw Forte on the other side of the room sleeping peacefully. She felt like a little kid, always asking for help, never taking responsibility. She wanted to change.
She got up and walked to the window staring at the full moon. She whispered to herself, "Please, I want to grow up, but I don't know how." She didn't realize that the little prayer would change her life forever.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" San screamed at the top of her lungs and Forte shot up. San ran and jumped onto Forte, burying her face in his chest. He pet her hair.
"San, what's wrong?"
"There's a random egg in my bed! I don't know how it got there!"
Forte looked over at her messed up bed. "San, there's nothing there. Are you sure you saw an egg?" She was quiet for a moment before slowly letting go. "San?"
She got up, grabbed the egg, and ran out the door to Nina's house. She ignored the shouts from Forte and kept sprinting. She would never lie to him. She had no reason to.
She stopped running about halfway there and walked slowly. She inspected the egg and saw that it was a dark purple with a little pink ball that reminded her of the crystal pearl. It also had two think red ribbons as if it had hair.
