Existence
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Prologue Chapter:
Kilanè
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BUT. The plot and OC's are mine.
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Kilanè.
Heh. Were my parents drunk when they were naming me? What was it, French? Definitely not from Japan, which was where my parents were from.
Though it's not like I could ask them now. They were both off in their own little world- my father in the hospital, and my mother dead. Geez, I just figured how depressing that sounded. Next thing you know, I'm gonna be rattling on about suicide.
As if.
Guess I'm not the 'let's-wallow-in-self-pity' type. Actually, I'm too confident in myself for my own good. Ironically, I find that a good thing.
Heh.
But I guess life's not as depressing as I made it sound. I've got a lovely home—some loft in some condo, a lovely family- my good for nothing sister, and my lovely, lovely education. Strangely enough, I'm passing with 'flying colors'. Yeah, my marks are so sky-high I swear some of my teachers stalk me. No a comforting thought, I assure you.
I stifled a yawn and looked up from my current sketch, eyes straining on the door, ears trying to listen. Oh god, was my sister home? Maybe. I heard something like the door opening. As quickly and silently as I could, I closed my sketchbook and turned off the lights, slipping under the covers and pretending to sleep.
And as I pretended, I waited, trying to listen. No, it was probably my always-over-active imagination. No one was home but me. Lovely. Frowning, I got up to turn on the lights again. When the lights flickered on, I froze. It felt like someone was watching me. Oh joy, the cliché! I put on an angry, and very frightening (one of my best) scowl and turned around, ready to yell and swear at whoever dared to sneak up on me. But no one was there, just my reflection in the mirror.
Oh god, I'm so stupid. And partially insane. You know, I swear I could hear voices that aren't really there. Heh. I stared at my reflection, half amused at myself.
See, I think I'm absolutely ugly. But everyone else says that I'm pretty, or at least so cute, I might as well be called adorable. So I'll just stick myself in between; average. My eyes are sort of narrow, though that comes with being Asian, I guess. Well, it gives me one hell of a glare. My friends say that its wrath could be felt even in a five mile radius. Cute.
My cheeks are sort of chubby—you know, like baby fat? So now I look much younger than I am- 16. So when I smile...or at least smirk (smiling's just not my thing) I have dimples. Oh joy.
I'm sort of big-boned. Like I have a completely flat stomach and everything, but my shoulders are kind of broad, and my ribs are kind of big. Heh. I seem kind of boring—like I said, average, but for some reason I always have this fierce thing going about me. Maybe its because I'm usually scowling, or glaring.
I could be very feminine if I chose that type of style, but I didn't. My hair's short- to my shoulders, maybe a little longer. The fringe in front must fall to about my nose, but I brush it slightly off to the side, so people can at least see my glare. (Even if its one-eyed—I just realized how long the front part of my hair actually was!)
I quirked my lip, tugging at my hair—and then I heard it again. The door opening. I turned off the lights again, and ducked under the covers. This time I heard footsteps and grumbling. Yes, my sister's home. I heard her footsteps draw near, and my bedroom door opening. I cracked open an eyelid, just a slit. She was glaring in my direction, meaning she'd had a bad day. Good, 'cause if she caught me awake at this ungodly hour, I'd have been nagged and lectured to death. The door closed again, and I let out my breath.
Though I guess I should be going to sleep. I've still got school tomorrow, and my lovely sister won't be pleased to figure that I've been falling asleep in class again. What does it matter? I'd still be getting good marks. Half the stuff they teach me there I already know, and the other half I can figure out on my own. Heh.
But I fell asleep anyways, and not for the good of my education. Hell, I was tired. Guess beating up a few guys does that to you, eh?