So you clicked on my story, eh? Now I'll never let you escape! Mwuahahah! Just kidding. Please just try to enjoy it. I wouldn't say I'm a very strong writer but I really try my best! I don't promise to keep a writing schedule because I'm super lazy and I have a bunch of extra activities. (Band contests and performances, Ecology Club, Sunshine Society, Volunteering at my local pet shelter, and everyday high school life ]:)
I woke up to the warmth of the sun, shining on my face. I yawned and stretched, slowly sitting up. What a nice day it'll be, I thought with a smile.
"Emiko! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!"
Or not. I sighed and got up, my joints cracking. I dragged myself to the shower and got in, letting the cold water wake me up. I climbed slowly out of the shower, now reenergized. I dried myself off and started getting dressed in my clothes, which consisted of a simple white shirt, black shorts, and some black ninja sandals. I stared at myself in the mirror. I sighed. Bright red hair and light blue eyes, I hated the attention I got because of my hair. Still staring hatefully at my expression I slowly braided my hair so it hung down my back+. With another sigh, I walked out into the living room only to be slapped across the face and thrown to the ground.
"You're going to be late, again! You're so worthless! Why can't you just leave and never come back, huh?!" I looked up to see my own father standing above me. I started backing away, my sight blurring from the pain. Why? I asked myself. Why me? What have I done? He gave an animalistic growl before going to hit me again. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the look of hatred in his eyes. Suddenly there was a small gust of wind; I looked up to see my brother, Haruko, standing before me. His eyes were filled with hate and anger.
"You're drunk old man, go lay down," My brother said slowly and calmly. My father's eyes glazed over and he nodded slowly walking into his room and shutting his door.
"Y-you really shouldn't use your powers against our father Haruko-niisan." He turned to look at me.
"Why? You wanted me to let him hit you?"
"He didn't mean it," I mumbled.
"That's what you always say Emiko! But he never feels sorry. He's a sick, sick man. He doesn't love you like a father should. What would have happened if I wasn't here, huh Emi? He would kill you!" Haruko yelled. I stood slowly, tears in my eyes and a bruise on my cheek.
"I got to go Haruko. See you later, yeah?" With that I stormed out the door and made my way to my best friend Hinata's house.
I knocked on the door and waited a few minutes when someone opened it I gave a smile.
"Good morning! Hinataa…err I mean, Neji." I stood there stupidly staring at him. I have had a crush on Neji since we were kids.
"Hello Emiko-san, good to see you."
"You can just call me Emiko, Neji. We're friends, yeah?" I smiled nervously, blushing. Where was Hinata when you needed her?
"Emi!" she called. "Is that you?"
"Think of the devil and he shall appear," I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Uhh, nothing Neji."
Hinata came running over, Neji gave a look of pure disgust and turned away from her. It pained me to see him act this way but I ignored it like always.
"It was you! I knew it," she smiled. I nodded and she looked up at me and frowned.
"What's wrong with your face? Where did you get that bruise Emi?" My eyes widened as I touched my face.
"N-nothing. It's just a small bruise, yeah? I was training and I slipped. You know how it is, yeah?"
"You're nervous Emiko," Neji said calmly, turning back towards us.
"Ehh?"
"I've known you since we were kids. You have a bad habit of saying 'yeah' every time you get scared or nervous."
"I'm fine Neji. Don't worry," I said biting my lip to keep me from saying 'yeah' again.
"Well come on Hinata! We don't want to be late, yeah?" I said grabbing her arm and running off.