I hope you like this fic, i wrote it on actual paper when i was restricted from using the computer.. Once you find out who it's based on which schould be pretty easy to see, I put she has black hair, cuzz if it where a real color, that's what it would be.


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The wind seemed to have called out to the young terrified girl who stood somenly at the edge of an unsteady cliff that seemed to have reached out to the heaven themself. It seemed amazing to the girl that with one step she could end her painful, tormented life, she could end the racism, the teasing, and most of all, the eternal depresion. It seemed to be the easiest thing to do. No one would care, no one would remember her, and most importantly...
The lies would go away.
Love-One thing that never existed, the word so simple and pure would disapear.
The girl took a step back, taking a hard breathe of pain. "Just do it." She told herself orally. Comercials. Such a simple thing would be gone just as television would be. Her computer, her most prized possesion would be left alone, no smiling girl with glasses reflecting the screen would be seen. Her brother, would he mis her, calling her names, teasing her, yet, he seemed to be the only person she could talk to, who would listen fully, not just hear.
She took her hand out of her pocket and glanced at her wrist, then gazed at it, even though her right wrist had a lighter pink on both the soft and hard side, she had never been able to draw blood.
She constantly stood to the side, CD player in hand listening not to the latest song, but instead her foreign music, her hobbie. She would watch the happy, smiling people all enjoying their life, perhaps being ad at times, but never as she was.
She remembered sitting in English class reading a pster that had written on with differant fonts, "We are all equally differant," It was wrong.
www.sharingvillage.com She entered the adress oh so carefully only a week ago. A Test.
Do you feel empty?
Are you eating nearly not as much as you used to?
Do you have trouble sleeping?
The test was short with plenty of questions and when she read, 'you are suffering from depression, get help now.' she refused to believe it. She didn't need help. 'You aren't alone, 5% of Americans suffer from depression.' She read once again, the message written all over the poorly made site. What if it wasn't depression, but just an age of growing up, or a teen attitude?
She never had a special someone, a live one.
"Just do it." She repeated, her voice sounding hoarse.
Racism, It never occured to pop up as an issue, her skin was slightly taned, her hair of a deep luious black and her eyes of a dark chocolate brown. Until one day a boy in a grade lower then her claimed the free candy from the machine was his. She refused to give it to him, and he answered that by calling her a Japanese freak, or a Japanese theif. The girl responded by saying, 'don't talk to me like that.'
She wasn't a nerd, a geek, yet, she wasn't popular, she didn't need to be. She loved who she was, but she hated herself with a passion.
Did she really want to die, leave her dream of becoming a well known writer, or perhaps an animator?
"Make up your mind now." The young girl told herself.
"Mabe another day." Inoue Miyako smiled to herself as she walked home, baby pin in hand.

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Okay, you actually read it! Well, it's based on me, i've never been on a cliff though... Okay, well, please visit my site! www.oneweek.cjb.net it's a Taiora Shrine and I really need more hits and signs in my guestbook. Anway, i'll let you choose if ya want to visit it and i'll also shutup.
Please review. Oh yeah, and it's like this cuzz she's a foreign exchange student. (kinda made that part up...)