I AM SO SORRY I AM TAKIN G SO LONG ON UPDATES. Lots of stuff has been happening… So while I have been working on what I can, when I can, I decided to upload this-
Prompts.
Well, that's the title, but really, it's more like little blurbs I made. This is actually one of the oldest ones I had for Ghost Hunt. Blind is about as old as this thing. If I didn't upload that, this is what I would be writing.
(I'll post more, er, blurbs later on. I'm not sure if I'll make these adoptable. *shrugs* I'd put in original ones too, but that's a whole different procedure, plus this is fanfiction, not fictionpress {on which I'm considering making an account on…})
This one is titled, "Are all orphaned kids smart?" It was actually longer, and it included Mai and Monk playing violin with Mai's old music teacher in said teacher's new school.
Are all orphaned kids smart? That's a question I've heard many, many times. Truth is, I'm not sure. I hear about all these kids being so smart, and apparently they're all orphans.
Not. Geez, guys, seriously? Not every prodigy is an orphan, I guess it's because we are 'oh so tragic!' that the geniuses who ARE orphans stand out than those who weren't. Which is stupid. However, society likes to think that, just because your past is tragic, well then, you're automatically talented in something, and that all we want in life is a family, and to pursue whatever this 'talent' thing has to offer.
And so, with this stereotype, all of us 'Little Orphan Annie's are expected to have some sort of talent.
Naturally, when I finally DO get adopted, it's by a woman who believes in this stereotype very, very much. And she just HAD to be rich enough that she could afford all the tutors I needed until I BECAME a prodigy, like it or not. And so, I became one. Graduated college multiple times while the other kids were working on graduating high school once. Had many things under my resume while the other kids weren't even sure how to fill out a resume. However, as talented as I may –forcibly- be, I still was a bit of an airhead on the things around me and about subjects I didn't know about. I had a temper and I tried to conceal it, but it doesn't work well usually (or always). I could pronounce and write and understand other languages well enough, but that doesn't mean I liked it. I sometimes jumbled up different languages, I sometimes tripped when I danced. I sometimes missed a note or got off beat while playing an instrument. I was relatively normal. Just a normal adopted teen who's adopted mother had overly huge expectations-and ways to make these expectations come true, fair or not.
And I dealt with it, every day. Working hard, not even thinking of my happiness, just expectations-how to achieve them, what would be a step higher, what would be a step lower, just for her. A woman, who simply liked attention, but never gave it. I grew up relatively alone, hardly ever even seeing the woman who decided "Hey, you're now my daughter!" for me.
And for me, that was perfectly fine. I enjoyed that I was alone to do things the way I liked. Learning music? I danced. Learning math? I learned how to do origami. Learning about life? Well, that's one lesson I never got. I guess you could say I'm incredibly sheltered. Probably because I was adopted. Heck, people didn't know I was a prodigy, didn't even know I existed other than 'Ritsuke Rin's adopted child' constantly tacked to my forehead. I knew cultures and all sorts of languages, but I never traveled. Ever, I was always on this estate, with a large house, large gardens, a lake, woods, heck even a few farm animals lived on this property, it was HUGE. However, the world will always be bigger.
That's what I wanted, to see the world. The big, slightly scary, slightly unexplainable world. If only I knew how the heck to get off this property. I can't even see the end of the driveway from a tower twenty stories up. By the time I got to the end of what I COULD see, it would be noticed that I was gone, and so, I would never be able to find the end of driveway. The end of my world, the start of another. That's where I want to go, to start my journey.
Naturally, I probably would never get there. Not as long as the guards are around. Am I really that much of a hidden treasure? A hidden jewel, surrounded by guards? Will that be all I ever am? Or will some rich guy come by, and whisk me away for a fine price? That possibility is very real, so very real that I fear it. So, so much do I fear it.
It scares me, when that day may come.