Kazumi's Whisper
.::Chapter 1::.
My name is Misty Midorikawa. It means, 'misty green river', but to tell you the truth, I hate the colour green. Something strange happened to me though, and trust me, I don't like it. A couple of days ago, I was looking at myself in the dusty, cracked old mirror in my bedroom, and found a weird mark on my right shoulder. It was like a cat bell with a small angel halo on top, in a pale pink colour. You could tell I was worried. I didn't know I had anything wrong with me, but it seems like I did.
I live in an old camp, after my parents died when I was younger. I came home from school and found my house on fire, and a huge monster came out, clutching my dead parents. I screamed and cried, and I couldn't stop. Suddenly, another person came and teleported the monster away, leaving my parents to drop on the ground. I couldn't stop, and soon the police and fire fighters came. The police asked me all sorts of questions, but of course, I was too young to understand, and too upset. They just shook their head and soon held a funeral for my parents. I couldn't even look at them again, and ran away. I was saved by a kind old person, and ended up here, where I've lived for the rest of my life. I hated it though. Old, broken down houses, bent signs, and a tiny school, that didn't even have many desks, so some of us had to sit on the floor to do our work. I hated it, and I always will. I guess that's my life up to now.
"Misty! Time for school!" my mum calls. I'm in a foster home, as you can tell, and she isn't my mum, and never will be. I get up, sleepily, and walk slowly down the creaky stairs. The smell of stale pancakes fills the air, and I wrinkle up my nose. "Yuck! Why do we have stale pancakes?" I ask rudely. I don't care about manners until I see my old parents back, so lately I haven't been nice. "Learn some manners girl" my 'mother' says. I roll my eyes and take some berries from the bowl instead. I eat them quickly, and then head back upstairs to change my clothes. I only have one nice dress, and decide to wear it. A pale yellow with a pink edge and a pink rose in the middle. It's like a summer dress really, bright, coloured, and hopeful. It doesn't match with the dull, grey colours here. I also have a yellow garden hat, you know, like what people use to enjoy walking through gardens. A pink bow is on the side, with the ribbons tuck under the hat. Along with yellow shoes with pink bows, it's perfect. It used to be my real mother's clothes, until she gave them to me. She told me, to look after them carefully. I promised, and I will always keep that promise. I look inside the old wardrobe, and find the box I stored the special clothes in. It's white like clouds, with pink ribbons and a beautiful pink rose with minty green leaves. When you open it, a mirror is glued to the lid, shiny and clean and bright, along with the other things I stored. A white comb with silver stars on the side, a white headband with a rose like on the front of the box, with feathers on the end along with pearls, a special teddy bear with a purple bow on its neck, and a small box with nail polish. All of them. Apple Red, Sunshine Orange, Cheerful Yellow, Forest Green, Ocean Blue, Amethyst Purple, Dazzling Hot Pink, Timber Brown, Glittery Silver, Cloud White, and some of my special, scent smelling ones, like Grapefruit Fizz, Chocolate Twirl, Strawberry Cream, Berry Blast, Peachy Sky and Coco Coconut. I loved them all, and my mum used to paint my nails once every 2 weeks, with one of the colours that I chose. I smile, and take my comb out and comb through my hair. Softly, gently and swiftly, I soon finish 100 strokes in 2 minutes. I'm quick, I'll tell you that. I put on my sun hat, step into my shoes, and walk carefully downstairs. "Later" I say to mum, slamming the door shut.
It's peaceful, walking along the peaceful forest route. I know a way to escape the dull buildings, and live in the wilderness of the forest. That's what I am going to do when I leave that horrid place. I'm going to live here, with animals as friends. I pick some of the wild daises that are there, and gather them in a tidy bunch. "Meow…!" I hear a small voice say. Turning around, I see one of the bushes moving wildly and gasp. "A cat?" I think, and walk over towards the bush. The bush keeps on rustling, but I stay calm. I put my hands through the bush, not caring about the thorns that prick into my skin, and touch something warm and soft. Dragging it carefully, it's a cat, along with a bunny holding onto the cat's tail. That's when everything turns dark.
Author's Notes: Thank you if you are reading this! Please rate/review/comment on this, and help me improve! This story was just written from my head using some of my favourite things by the way. Enjoy!