Hey I read over my story and I personally did not like how it was going....sooo i decided to write it over. I have been reading this book called the Luxe and it is tres AWESOME. It reminded me soo much of what i wanted to write and helped me so much with the content of my story. Therefore the story The Other Side of Me would be different. I hope you like it though :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or the book The Luxe.
It has been eight years since I came back to this town. Eight years since I was freed from what was prim and proper. Now my what had been paradise has spiralled once again into a nightmare. I can't believe that I have been forced to come back, back to this hell hole of rules and regulations.
My father was a very wealthy man and as a child, the way of the 'lady' was shoved down my throat with a silver spoon. My sister Tomoe and I were victims of dresses, posture and poise from a young age. My sister's personality was much different from mine. Though we looked the same with our heart shaped faces, small buttoned noses and long ebony hair, we could not been more different like fire and ice. She was more reserved, polite and refined,while I always got myself in trouble with our head maid for my hot temper and aggressiveness. Thanks to my mother, I had to tame my thoughts and emotions on my disagreements of etiquette, but those thoughts were finally released in time.
At the tender age of ten my father and mother divorced. With their separation came the division of my sister and I. I went to New York with my father and my sister stayed with my mother. In New York, all the posture and sophistication went out the window, and I was given the pleasure to express myself freely (within boundaries of course). When my father died he did not only leave me, but he also took away my freedom. The day of his funeral, I received an email from my mother commanding me to come back to Japan. Since I am only seventeen, I have not reached the age by law to live by myself. This is how I have found myself in a luxurious plane for a one way trip to Japan.
As I came off the plane, I got my luggage and headed out the door to the waiting room where I found the chauffeur with a card saying "Miss Kamiya" waiting patiently. As I approached him, he greeted me with a nod, took my luggage and guided me to the limo that was awaiting. I entered the limousine and immediately sank into the soft leather cushions behind me. I looked at my cotton skirt and silk blouse, the only piece of clothing in my closet that seemed suiting to my mother and her environment and sighed. Images of my father came rushing back and I closed my eyes tightly to try to stop the tears from spilling. Unfortunately my gesture was in vain and the tears flowed down my cheeks, and stained my blouse. With another shaky sigh, I turned my head to the window, watching the blurring images of scenery pass. I closed my eyes once again repeating the mantra that was in my head for the past week.
Why father? Why did you leave me?
Ok this is the prolouge of the rewritten. The Other side of Me
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