I don't own digimon never said I did.
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Dear JOURNAL (not diary),
I was depressed from the very beginning. Taichi wasn't home and he wasn't going to be any time soon. Acutally, I don't know when he would come home. I didn't even knew he had left until two days ago. 48 hours. More like 2 days, 11 hours and 11 minutes. I couldn't believe he didn't tell me. I thought that...I mean...I am his girlfriend and he is suppose to tell me when he's leaving, right? I looked at the blank computer screen. I was suppose to be writing a letter to Mimi who now lived in America. America...mabe Taichi went there, he had been telling me about some vacation, wanting to know if I wanted to come. Mama said no, of cource she had to say no. I didn't know if Mama understood me anymore. She knew I was in love, she always told me that I was too young to actually love someone and it would just pass. I knew it wouldn't he was the only one I wanted to be with.
I looked at the screen and started typing:
Hey Mimi, how's America? I really don't know what to say except that my fashion has gone down but Taichi doesn't care. He says that what I wear doesn't matter at all. Taichi's gone somewhere and he didn't tell me, I know it wasn't his choice. He just had to go...right? Right, here I am e-mailing you but yet I'm talking to myself. ::sigh:: Odaiba is growing fast, Yamato is starting his own little band (I think he's a pimp but that's my own opinion), Takeru is the best on his elementary basketball team, Joe goes to a private school, still studying to be a doctor, Koushiro, I don't know about him. I heard your going to come visit soon! I'm really excited. Your the only one that knows for a fact that Taichi and I are a couple. I mean, I'm sure it's obvious, we do 'flirt' alot. I have to e-mail Taichi, mabe he'll respond that way. Mabe's he being held by terrorists! ::laughs:: Hope to see you soon. Bye!
I checked over what I wrote and added more:
Off to life I go, mabe today will be my last.
I started at the screen, did I actually type that? I was over depression. I sighed and erased the last sentence and pressed send. I opened a new screen and type:
Hey Taichi, where are you? Don't tell me your being held captive or something! ::laugh:: I think I might be leaning towards the depressed me. I'm starting to think things. Your going to think I'm stupid but you said you would never think that, but, I'm starting to hear things, see things that aren't there...and last earlier today I felt, a hand on my foot.
I put my elbow on the table, my head on my hand. It was true, me hearing things. In the garden, I saw bugs on one of my mama's favorite plants. I started sweeping the plant off with my hands. Mama saw me asking me what I had done. I asked her if she saw it but, she said she didn't see anything. I looked back at the plant, no bugs or sign of bugs in site. Earlier today, when I was laying in bed I was moving my left leg around, stretching, I felt fingers rap around my foot. The higher part of my body flew up. I looked around, expecting to see Mama but there was no one just me alone in my room. I layed back down, saying it was my imagination. The screen called out to me so I continued typing:
Yeah, I know, I'm going mad. Love you. Write me back as soon as you can please. Love you again.
I pressed the send button, and stood up. Stir fry for dinner. My mom went in the living room watching telivision. She told me to fix a plate so I did and started eating silently in the kitchen. She opened the door, "Sora, come out and eat with me!"
"I don't feel like it, I want to eat alone." I didn't want to hurt her feelings but I wanted to think.
"Sora, you come out right now or you may not be able to use the computer or telephone tomorro! It's too hot in there." She smiled.
"Why don't you understand! I want to eat by myself!" I picked my plate up and went into the computer room which was next to the living room. I took a stool, put my plate on an old chest, and sat in the corner, facing the wall. I ate my food. All of it.
"Sora, eat all your food!" My mom instructed me.
"Mom! I ate it okay?" I walked in front of her showing the plate.
"Sora, I don't want you giving me any of your attitude." She said firmly. I knew I was devolping an attitude. Earlier when she was talking to Mr.Fujiyama, my fith grade teacher she was going to marry, she said how I was too nice. It was worst enough she was marrying Mr.Fujiyama, he was a nice teacher and all, but dad was still out there. He had been missing, not dead and I knew he would be coming home one day. That one day, I wouldn't be Sora Takenouchi, but Sora Fujiyama. I didn't want my name to change. I couldn't live with not having my dads name.
Mama, wanted me to take over the business, I didn't want to but it was a 'family business' and if I didn't Mama would be ruined, knowing I wouldn't want to have a career in flowers but in singing. No one thought of me as a singer, but Taichi always said that I was pretty good. The only one I would ever sing too. I don't know if he was telling me the truth. Mimi was the singer or Yamato was the musician. Not me. Not Sora. I wrote songs too. Mainly about how I felt about Taichi. Love songs. I wrote a couple about life too... Taichi said they were really touching. He would always reasure me, no matter what. That's one reason of millions that I loved him.
I looked down at my jounal which read on it, "Show me your brave heart." Some lyrics from a song that I really liked.
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Please review, just another pointless story by Sora_Takenouchi11.
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Dear JOURNAL (not diary),
I was depressed from the very beginning. Taichi wasn't home and he wasn't going to be any time soon. Acutally, I don't know when he would come home. I didn't even knew he had left until two days ago. 48 hours. More like 2 days, 11 hours and 11 minutes. I couldn't believe he didn't tell me. I thought that...I mean...I am his girlfriend and he is suppose to tell me when he's leaving, right? I looked at the blank computer screen. I was suppose to be writing a letter to Mimi who now lived in America. America...mabe Taichi went there, he had been telling me about some vacation, wanting to know if I wanted to come. Mama said no, of cource she had to say no. I didn't know if Mama understood me anymore. She knew I was in love, she always told me that I was too young to actually love someone and it would just pass. I knew it wouldn't he was the only one I wanted to be with.
I looked at the screen and started typing:
Hey Mimi, how's America? I really don't know what to say except that my fashion has gone down but Taichi doesn't care. He says that what I wear doesn't matter at all. Taichi's gone somewhere and he didn't tell me, I know it wasn't his choice. He just had to go...right? Right, here I am e-mailing you but yet I'm talking to myself. ::sigh:: Odaiba is growing fast, Yamato is starting his own little band (I think he's a pimp but that's my own opinion), Takeru is the best on his elementary basketball team, Joe goes to a private school, still studying to be a doctor, Koushiro, I don't know about him. I heard your going to come visit soon! I'm really excited. Your the only one that knows for a fact that Taichi and I are a couple. I mean, I'm sure it's obvious, we do 'flirt' alot. I have to e-mail Taichi, mabe he'll respond that way. Mabe's he being held by terrorists! ::laughs:: Hope to see you soon. Bye!
I checked over what I wrote and added more:
Off to life I go, mabe today will be my last.
I started at the screen, did I actually type that? I was over depression. I sighed and erased the last sentence and pressed send. I opened a new screen and type:
Hey Taichi, where are you? Don't tell me your being held captive or something! ::laugh:: I think I might be leaning towards the depressed me. I'm starting to think things. Your going to think I'm stupid but you said you would never think that, but, I'm starting to hear things, see things that aren't there...and last earlier today I felt, a hand on my foot.
I put my elbow on the table, my head on my hand. It was true, me hearing things. In the garden, I saw bugs on one of my mama's favorite plants. I started sweeping the plant off with my hands. Mama saw me asking me what I had done. I asked her if she saw it but, she said she didn't see anything. I looked back at the plant, no bugs or sign of bugs in site. Earlier today, when I was laying in bed I was moving my left leg around, stretching, I felt fingers rap around my foot. The higher part of my body flew up. I looked around, expecting to see Mama but there was no one just me alone in my room. I layed back down, saying it was my imagination. The screen called out to me so I continued typing:
Yeah, I know, I'm going mad. Love you. Write me back as soon as you can please. Love you again.
I pressed the send button, and stood up. Stir fry for dinner. My mom went in the living room watching telivision. She told me to fix a plate so I did and started eating silently in the kitchen. She opened the door, "Sora, come out and eat with me!"
"I don't feel like it, I want to eat alone." I didn't want to hurt her feelings but I wanted to think.
"Sora, you come out right now or you may not be able to use the computer or telephone tomorro! It's too hot in there." She smiled.
"Why don't you understand! I want to eat by myself!" I picked my plate up and went into the computer room which was next to the living room. I took a stool, put my plate on an old chest, and sat in the corner, facing the wall. I ate my food. All of it.
"Sora, eat all your food!" My mom instructed me.
"Mom! I ate it okay?" I walked in front of her showing the plate.
"Sora, I don't want you giving me any of your attitude." She said firmly. I knew I was devolping an attitude. Earlier when she was talking to Mr.Fujiyama, my fith grade teacher she was going to marry, she said how I was too nice. It was worst enough she was marrying Mr.Fujiyama, he was a nice teacher and all, but dad was still out there. He had been missing, not dead and I knew he would be coming home one day. That one day, I wouldn't be Sora Takenouchi, but Sora Fujiyama. I didn't want my name to change. I couldn't live with not having my dads name.
Mama, wanted me to take over the business, I didn't want to but it was a 'family business' and if I didn't Mama would be ruined, knowing I wouldn't want to have a career in flowers but in singing. No one thought of me as a singer, but Taichi always said that I was pretty good. The only one I would ever sing too. I don't know if he was telling me the truth. Mimi was the singer or Yamato was the musician. Not me. Not Sora. I wrote songs too. Mainly about how I felt about Taichi. Love songs. I wrote a couple about life too... Taichi said they were really touching. He would always reasure me, no matter what. That's one reason of millions that I loved him.
I looked down at my jounal which read on it, "Show me your brave heart." Some lyrics from a song that I really liked.
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Please review, just another pointless story by Sora_Takenouchi11.