A/N: So, I actually looked up the definition of a "Mary Sue." Turns out the term was coined through a Star Trek fan fiction. Huh. Fancy that. Anyway, I'll do my best to make this ever-so-slightly interesting. Just bear with me (and if you're a Chuck Huber fan, go check out The Mechanical Grave and Arbor Day: The Musical.)please.
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Spirit Mirror - Chapter One
Prologue
I've never felt like myself.
Is that strange to say? I bet it is. I already screwed this up. What was I thinking, opening with that line? Maybe I should elaborate. A while ago I read that your self is the sum of the five people you spend the most time with. It struck me as odd though. If it's true, then nobody truly knows themselves.
I find that sad.
Apparently though, it doesn't apply very well to myself. I don't surround myself with people. Sure, I've got a job and it does actually require interacting with my boss, co-workers, and customers, but I'm one of these people: the ones that put out just enough energy to get on with their lives. We're the introverts that people are somehow drawn to. So, lacking better judgment after the thoroughly stimulating conversation we just had on Omegle, you friend us on Facebook and we never speak to each other again.
You know. Us.
So, because of this general apathy towards the world, everything in my life stopped surprising me. I had become complacent. Sure I threw my cap in the air at graduation, laughed at humorous internet things, and cried when my parents were mowed down by a semi right in front of me. As I saw their coffins lowered into their graves side-by-side, I started questioning everything I had known. What was the purpose of it all?
I've never been religious.
Sure, I used to go to church with my parents every Sunday. After they died though, I just stopped. I told myself that God hated me(for a while anyway), but then I realized: why would an all-powerful god take his focus away from the busy job of keeping the universe in order to spit on the life of one insignificant person? If I had that kind of power, I'd maybe make myself look a bit more godly in my artist interpretations. I'm sorry, but the "God" painted centuries ago did not meet my expectations. Just saiyan.
You didn't want to listen to this philosophical bullshit though, did you?
You probably think I'm an awfully boring and useless person. I don't blame you. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion. I did kind of have a bit of a breakthrough a year ago though. It was weird to say the least. Wonderful to say the most. What could beat finding my five people?
Sincerely yours,
Rei Kagami
