THIS STORIES ARE ALL BASED ON PEOPLE'S DAILY LIFE PROBLEMS. I DO HAVE PERMISSION FROM MY FRIENDS TO WRITE THESE STORIES ABOUT THERE LIFE PROBLEMS.
I WILL BE USING ONLY HINATA AND SASUKE TO PLAY AS THE MAIN PERSON OF THE STORY BUT I'LL USE THE OTHERS TO PLAY MINOR CHARACTERS.
THESE STORIES ARE INSPIRED WHEN I READ A REPORT THAT ONE OF MY FRIENDS WROTE ABOUT HER LIFE. IT TOUCHED ME SO I ASKED IF ALL THOSE WERE TRUE AND SHE SAID YES.
THIS FIRST STORY IS BASED ON HER LIFE STORY.
IF ANY ONE WOULD LIKE THEIR STORY BE WRITTEN, SEND ME A PM AND I'LL TYPE YOUR STORY UP. IF NOT THEN ENJOY THE FOLLOWING STORIES THAT WILL INSPIRE, TOUCH AND RELATE TO YOU. SOME OF YOU MAYBE GOING THROUGH THE SAME STUFF AS THE PEOPLE IN THESE STORIES DO.
THE FOLLOWING STORIES ARE FROM PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE HEARD. THERE NAMES WILL BE POSTED AT THE END. THESE ARE ALL ONE SHOTS.
THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
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ONE WISH ...
( HINATA POV )
" Come on Hinata, make a wish and blow out your candles." I looked up at my mom's face as she touched my shoulders. Her eyes were glistening with tears as she looks down on me. It breaks my heart seeing her like this. She looked so sad now that the party for my 16th birthday is coming to a close.
Right behind her, my father stood. He had a small smile plastered on his face. I smiled at both of them and turned back to my cake.
It was white and had a lot of lit candles on it. I looked around me to see my friends, cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents all smiling at me.
I looked back at my cake and smiled.
I wish...
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It was mid November. About two weeks ago, my family moved to Massachusetts US from the Philippines. ( NOTE : Just because I'm using anime characters, does not mean I'm going to change my friend's life story to one that makes sense for the Japanese character.) Everything looks different from here to the Philippines.
All the houses are very far spaced, I can't see people playing and hanging outside with other friends.
It's just quite and empty. The streets looked deserted, nothing in here looks or reminds me of my life back in the Philippines.
It was as if , I was taken to a new planet. Everything was different. Even the house we moved into was different. Sure it was bigger than our mansion back in the Philippines but it's just the four of us.
Back there, many people lived with us so it was no problem, it was always fun and loud. Everyone smiled and had fun, but in here...in here, it's quite, boring and empty.
Adjusting at home was bad enough, that is until high school had to start.
The school was so different from the private school that I had attended before. It was a public school. Everyone was looked different.
The bell rang and I knew it was going to be a long day.
I went up to the office and grabbed my schedule. I had Social Studies first period.
The moment I walked into the Social Studies room, my teacher, Mrs. Pacquete drew the class's attention to me.
" Well class, it seems like we have a new student." All eyes were on me now. I felt nervous. Even though I was always the star student back at my old school, I'm not use to the attention I get from strangers.
Lucky for me, the teacher broke the silence. " Hello, what school did you move from. " She asked with a little smile.
I looked at her nervously. " Um...At a school...back in ...the Philippines. " God. I haven't stuttered in a long time.
The teacher for some reason looked delighted. " That's wonderful, we were just starting a lesson on Southeast Asia. Right after Veitnam, we're doing a lesson on the Philippines. How wonderful. Welcome to America Hinara ?"
I smiled and laughed nervously at her. " Hinata ma'am."
" Hi-na-ta." She wrote down on a note.
She smiled and told me to take the empty seat in the back. Thank god that was over.
Minutes passed and it seems like this class is nowhere near over. Looking around. Everyone seems to know everyone else. They laughed and talked.
Maybe I should talk to them...but what if they laugh at me...I'm some new girl. How dare I talk to random people. *sigh * I wonder who my friends will be ? Thoughts clouded my mind until I heard the bel ring.
Ok, I bet when I walk out of this room, people well immediately come up and talk to me. OK . With a smile I gather up my things and walk out of the door.
When I did, my plan shattered. No one came up to me. They all rushed to their classes or chatted with others by their lockers. That's when I realized that I was alone.
Days passed and it was all the same. Me always walking around the wrenched school alone. Everyone by now assumes that I'm the shy and quite type of person.
I'm sick and tired of this. As more days go by, I start to miss Philippines more and more. I never felt so alone in my life. Someone...help me...
One day at gym class, a slightly tanned face came up to me with a smile. " Hi, a few of us are going to hang out after school. Would you like to come with us ? " she said in Tagalog.
I looked at her in disbelief. A Filipino just like me is right in front of me and just asked me to hang out with her and her friends. Joy overwhelmed me. Finally, after days of being lonely and alone, I finally have people I can call friends.
" Sure, this school is really boring, it'll be nice to hang out with other people." I say casually.
She smiles and sticks out her hand. " I'm Sakura Haruno by the way. " She was still speaking in Tagalog. It feels nice to finally talk to someone who understand you.
" I'm Hinata Hyuuga." I shake her hand and wel started to chat.
After school, Sakura introduced me to her friends behind an alley of a restaurant or some fast food joint. I felt very uncomfortable because they were all dressed in a weird way.
They had on all black. Black nail polish, black metal cross necklace, bracelets and earrings, black hair with colored streak each of them having different colored once, but what made me more uncomfortable was the fact that they were smoking and drinking beer.
As days go by and I hang around Sakura and her friends, they've encourage me to try out some of the stuff they are doing. Feeling that if I refuse, they would kick me out of the group so I complied to their offer.
We all went to the mall and got me some new outfits. They were all mostly black and some were purple. Sakura painted my nails in a black and purple sort of design. She also took note that i had very long nails, so she shaped them to make it look pointy like claws. They also gave me a white streak. Why white ? Even I don't know, I guess it's because most of the good colors are taken.
When I got home, I tried so hard to avoid my parents from seeing this, but no luck. Mom saw me and she looked at me worriedly. I smiled at her as a reassurance that everything was fine. She takes the smile in a good way and smiled back at me. I go up to my room and lied back on my bed.
What am I getting myself into ? I ask myself everyday after I hang out with them.
Days, week and months passed by and school finally ended. I managed to get into the honors in my grades.
During the times that I hanged around Sakura and her friends, I always wondered how I still kept up with my grades.
At the summer, my parents decided that we should visit Philippines. I was filled with joy and excitement.
Hanging around Sakura and her friends got my mind of how much I missed the Philippines.
We all packed and went to the air port. they way to Philippines was a long journey. We had to go to Boston, then fly to Detroit, Michigan for 1 and a half hour, then an 20 hr. flight to japan and then a 2 hr. flight to the Philippines. Once we go to Manila, we had to Drive about 5 hr. to get to my old house at the northern province of Philippines
When I finally got home and stepped out of the car, I saw everyone looking at me. I noticed that I was wearing my black outfit that I usually wear when I'm with Sakura and her friends.
Every single eyes that looked at me saw me as some weird, disgrace, ambarassment, badseed kid that just left America.
It all felt different. Everywhere I go, I can hear people whispering about me and not in a good way like they use to back then. Tere were no praises, no pround talk and no flattery. Now it was all filled with rumors and bad comments.
At that point I started to hate Philippines, every eye on me always judging the stuff I do. I miss Sakura and her friends, well I suppose they're my friends now too. I miss their not judging eyes. I miss you guys.
We spent a month in the Philippines and now it was time for us to go back to America. Now the place I once called home was now a place filled with resentment and discrimination.
I couldn't wait to get back to America since school is starting again. Getting ready for the first day of 2nd year high school, I put on the outfit Sakura and her friends picked out for me last year that I haven't worn yet.
When I got to school, I was greeted by Sakura and her friends. We started hanging out again and during those times, we started to ditch school. Once a week, two days a week, then three times a week, but now we all just skipped school for a whole week.
My grades we slipping while I went to night parties with Sakura. At a party, she got me to drink beer. i don't even like the taste of beer, but the fear of getting rejected by my new friends pressured me to drink. the moment the strong liquid touched my tongue, i just wanted to throw it up but I couldn't, not in front of my friends.
Many days pass and started to smoke, my lungs felt like it was on fire. The smoke was polluting my lungs and yet I couldn't stop. Just like with the beer problem.
Everything was going great until Sakura and her friends started to avoid me, they would hang out with me once in a while but now I hardly see them.
Paranoia took over my mind. I became afraid that they didn't want to hang out with me anymore. So I started to write poetry. Very dark poetry containing the fear, hate and resentment I felt for the world.
Once the poetry took over my mind, I turned to something that really changed me, self mutilation.
My arms were filled with scars of old and new cuts. The physical pain that it gave me, over powered the pain that I felt mentally. I felt very content yet empty.
I had to wear long sleeved clothing, even during hot days.
One day, Sakura and her friends started to hang out with me again. I stopped writing poetry and cutting myself, but Sakura and her friends saw the scars and thought that they were cool.
Sakura and her friends, started to cut themselves too. I felt kind of guilty for it was my fault why they started to cut themselves. Knowing that they were doing it, I started to cut myself again now too.
Everything was going normally, I stopped practicing my English in front of the mirror and started practicing ' I don't know why the school called about me being absent, because I was in school today. ' for Sakura, her friends and me are going to ditch school again.
I haven't gone to school in a long time now, none of us have. All of our grades are failing, but none of us seemed to care.
Once we did attend school, the school counselor, called my parents at home. The counselor called to to his office and there my parents sat. At that moment I knew I had failed both of them.
The truth had finally came out. I looked at my mother as she lifted her head up to look at me. Her eyes were filled with tears, " Why anak ko ? Why my child ? " My dad put his hand on my mom's shoulder and glared an accusing glare at me. I felt guilt run over me.
I couldn't say anything as tears fell from my eyes. I just cried in my hands, but it was a mistake because my sleeves fell revealing the scars in my arms.
My mother gasp causing me to look up. I noticed that she was looking at the scar marks at my arms and I instantly pulled my sleeves up and avoided her gaze.
My dad just looked completely speechless. Mom stood up and started to walk towards me. She held out her hands and tried to touch me but I walked backwards still avoiding her gaze.
She just walked towards me and wrapped her arms around me. " I'm sorry Hinata, I wasn't paying enough attention to you. I'm sorry."
What? Why is she saying sorry ? No this wasn't right. I should be sorry. " No mom, I'm sorry, I failed you and dad. I'm sorry mom...dad...please forgive me."
My dad walked towards me and my mom and wrapped his arms around both of us. I knew at that moment that my parent would forgive me and that despite of everything that I have done, their view on me would never change, i was still the same daughter they had raised and I still am. Inside this black exterior, that me is still there and now I'm spending every ounce of my strength to bring her back out.
Everything was going to be ok now...
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I looked down at the cake with tears of happiness running down my eyes.
I wish I could repay my parents for raising me the way I am now and for sticking with me through the times I was lost and confused and for the trust and forgiveness they gave me even though I have done wrong and horrible things to them and to myself. I want to repay them for not thinking differently of me despite the new me that has come out...repay them for being wonderful parents.
" Did you make you wish yet honey ? " My mom asked.
I looked up and saw her and dad. I smiled and hugged them both tightly.
" Yes...i made my wish...
Jenica Escanio 16
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THE END....
Hope you like it. even if you didn't I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this story of my friend.
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