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Star Shadow: This fic starts out a little weird, but it will get better in the later chapters. The rating will most likely go up too. This is just a test chapter. If I get people telling me that they don't like it, I'll take it down.
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The Journal
Seifer punched in the code to his room at the Balamb Garden. He closed his door slowly and locked it. He'd been back at the garden, with Squall's good graces, and had been back for three weeks now. He had already determined that he shouldn't make any of the teachers or SeeDs mad and had been keeping up with his studies, but it wasn't enough. His reputation as the sorceress' knight held too strong. No one wanted anything to do with him. Not only that, but people feared and shunned him.
He walked over to his dresser where Hyperion's case leaned. He opened it with pure determination in his eyes. Now all he needed was to write a note telling the world that he'd be gone and they could all go to hell. He found a pen easily enough and only needed the paper. He cursed at himself softly when he realized he had left it all in his desk.
Go figure. The one thing he needed and he left it in that damned classroom. He looked around his room one last time. If he couldn't find a piece of paper he could always write it on the wall. At least he'd go down knowing he had vandalized school property. That's when he spotted the notebook on his bed.
Smiling sadistically, he walked over to it. There was something strange about it. It wasn't one of his notebooks, and he didn't share his room with anyone else. It seemed simple enough, but it was strange. It was a three-ring notebook with a plastic see-through cover. The tinted plastic made it impossible to see that was writen on the first page, but whatever it was it was writen in blue highlighter.
He opened it out of curiosity. Might as well read it, he thought. He smiled at the beautiful calligraphy on the page. Someone had tried very hard to make it look nice.
From the place
Where hearts roam
Free,
Journal
For the soul with
No bounds and
Endless imagination,
To live is to dream.
Rachel Coley
Seifer smiled and turned the page. Whoever had writen this was deep. The handwriting stayed the same beautifully carved letters as before, but it was a bit messier than before The purple ink shimmered up at Seifer with a small twinkle.
Isn't it strange that a gift can be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege can feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me, but this line isn't going anywhere,
Maybe if we look hard enough we can find a back door.
Find yourself a backdoor.
I see you in line, dragging your feet.
You have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for.
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart, I could find a back door.
Find yourself a backdoor.
I see you in line, dragging your feet.
You have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
-Incubus
The handwriting then proceeded to skip lines and Seifer wondered what the words meant. For some reason he felt compelled to read further and put Hyperion back into it's case.
Ah yes, the song speaks true. No matter how free you appear to be, in reality, it's all fake. We are all chained in line. Waiting for something without cause… Wow! I didn't know I was capable of being that deep!
Okay! This is the first journal I've ever kept, so I'm sorry if this is totally lame. My name is Rachel Coley, age 15. I have curly and unruly brown hair and hazel eyes. Well, they change colors from blue to green, but since that's not a single color most people just say that they're hazel. I'm rather short and have a happy disposition. I like new rock and J-pop. That's about all I ever listen to. I have 2 younger sisters named Melissa and Lauren. Melissa's 11 and Lauren's 9.
Scary thought. 9/11... It was not the best day. The day the planes crashed into the world trade center. I watched the twin towers fall on TV, and cried as all those innocent people lost their lives in the acts of terrorism. The counter-attack is still going on today. It's called 'Operation: Iraqi Freedom.' Originally it was called 'The War on Terrorism'. Go figure. To eliminate terrorism we run in and go to war. Whoa… Way off topic. Oh well. I'm spontaneous. It happens.
Seifer found himself laughing at the girls sudden realization and at her joke. He could fully understand the humor in starting a war that killed millions to stop terrorism. The irony of it all was what he found the most humorous. The more he read the more he wanted to meet this 'Rachel' person.
People always look at me strange when I do that, or for one reason or another. It's always 'What's with the trench coat?' or 'You like what?' or my personal favorite, 'You hang out with those freaks!?'. I really don't understand what's with people and their stereotypes. I've never judged a book by it's cover. Everyone just has different views, I guess. If one looked past all the differences that often cause hate or fear they could see the bigger picture and at the same time see that nearly the entire population is reaching out for others.
Did you know that that's one of the bigger reasons that teens and elderly people commit suicide? That's normally the main reason. People often feel, or are so alone that they have nothing to live for, or have no one to stop them from taking their own lives.--
Seifer stopped mid-paragraph. That really hit a sensitive nerve. How could she be so right and insightful? She was younger than him! Wondering what else she had to say on the subject, he continued reading.
--I was like that once, but it was because my life was messed up and totally worthless. I figured out a reason to live though. I'm not ready to write about that yet though. Since then however, I've stopped people from doing what I almost did. To prove to them that they mean something is this world is the hardest part of helping.
Well, that's all for now. I have to take some tests tomorrow and it's already 3 in the morning. I'll write more soon.
~Rachel Coley
Seifer closed the book and laid down with the words running through his head. He began wondering more and more about this mystery person. She seemed interesting enough. She even wore a trench coat. That almost made him laugh. A girl in a trench coat.
Oh well. Whoever she was, she had kept him from killing himself with her words and thoughts. She even gave him a different view on people. Not even Squall could do that.
He smiled as he got up and grabbed Hyperion. He pulled on his coat and headed to the training center, not caring how many people sneered or cowered at the sight of him. He began to wonder if Rachel had this affect on everyone.
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