Hi! Welcome to my first fanfiction. I hope you like it :) I spent a lot of time studying the lore so as to preserve the film's identity. - also I live in France so my english may be a bit weird from time to time ;)
Enjoy!
SPIRITED AWAY 2: THE FLOW OF MEMORIES
Chapter 1
Japan, 2002.
"Everything that happens stays inside you even if you can't remember it."
A girl woke up out of a recurring dream; she was in her room at her desk, where she had been working all afternoon. Up until recently she wouldn't have been working in such a manner, but a year ago something changed in her, although change, she felt, was not the appropriate word. It would be more accurate to say that something within her, that had always been there, emerged. She of course had no idea what had happened to her and she attributed these changes in her character to growing and entering teenagehood. After all she was nearly twelve, and even so what other explanation could there be?
She was working at her desk, filing a form for her school. Her school was fairly average, nothing particular distinguished it from any other, in that regard it was not different from her previous school, the memory of wich was slowly fading, only maintained by a card that had been given to her by her former classmates, attached to the wall in front of her. On the form, she wrote her name: Chihiro Ogino.
This particular evening though, she was finding it difficult to work. She had stopped writing and had started daydreaming, a habit of hers – her mind seemed to not be content with the world it was in and felt the need to create other ones of more exciting nature, as if it had known such worlds and was craving for more. At the same time her eyes wandered across her soulless room, desperate for something that would trigger her imagination. Suddenly her gaze got caught up by a shinning object: a purple headband. It was one of the most mysterious objects in her possession, not because of one of its features (it was not particulary well made) but because she could not seem to recall where she had gotten it – and despite that she was very attached to it. It was one her most prized possessions, only with it did she feel she really was herself.
Chihiro took the hair-band and used it to attach her long brown hair together. She now felt the urge to go outside, escape her dull room. She new that when she felt like this, there was no point trying to do anything else. She changed out of her school uniform into her green and white jumper and discreetely she left her house and set to the location of her favourite place.
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