The Story of Jill. . .
My name is Jill. Yeah. . . I got a brunette hair I always tie it up. I hate it when it's not tied up. I'll look like a weak girl which I am not! I've got this pair of purple eyes which looks like an amethyst a real girl. Don't mistake me as a boy but sometimes I do act like one. I'm already at High School. I'm 15 though. Just freshman. This time, I want to make friends as many as I can I hope. I'll act girly if I have too. When I was in Middle School they hated me for it. I've always received comments of how I should look, act. I'm sick of it.
"You know you should act like **** a real girl."
"Jill, act like a girl even if it's just this once."
I can't believe it. I've actually don't want to do it after all. I'll just stay quiet and do nothing so that they won't hate me if I do something weird but I'll try to talk to them. Plus they think I'm a delinquent. Why you ask? The first day of school, I saw a boy, take note- a Silver Haired boy whom the girls been crazy about. I think he's name is Skye. He's a real womanizer. He kept bugging me with his crazy sweet talks which irritated me a lot. I punched him but he dodged it. I guess he's a fighter too. So that incident means. . . I won't be a real girl. My broken dreams are gone because of that stupid silver haired boy. But hey. . . Some girls are scared or angry at me for picking a fight for the prince. 'Their' prince infact.
I live at an apartment with my old man Takakura. He's nice though. He raised me like I'm his own daughter. My father passed away when I was small so as my mother who died a year ago. Good thing this old man is here for me. Thank goodness. He's my uncle. Not blood related though. Just this strong bond like a real family.