Heaven Johnson was a normal girl, she lives a normal life. Heaven didn't have many friends, none at all actually. That didn't matter, she had knowledge. She loved learning new things, you could possibly say it was her hobby or passion even. She
had a normal family. Her father was a business man and her mother was a housewife. She had a elder brother named Skye Johnson. He was five years older than her. She looked up to her older brother, loved him dearly. It was December 1st,
first snow fall of the year. Heaven tiny feet ran across the snow giggling wildly to herself. She had a tiny pink backpack strapped to her, she just got out of school. It was currently 3:09 p.m. Snow covered her pink boots, she cheeks was tinted
pink along with her nose. " Heaven!" A boyish voice yelled out her name. Her crystal blue eyes snapped to her elder brother. Heavens smiled at him as she ran toward him."Skye!" The two siblings played in the snow together, little did they know it'll
be the last time they did.
It was 9:34 p.m, Heaven was sleeping peacefully until she heard her mother screams. Heaven got up quickly, fear was clearly in her eyes. She was smart to know from that scream sounded like someone was harming her mother. Her little feet tip
toed fastly to her parents bedroom. What she saw was something she never expected. Her ten-year old brother held a bloody knife in his hand. He was smiling widely at the bloodied bodies. Heavens eyes was wide with fear as she headed to her room
fastly. Once she was in her room she locked the door and packed some cloths in a backpack, she pulled on a fluffy jacket and a pair of warm jeans and house slippers. She slipped a golden locker on her. It had importnant pictures on it. On one side
it was a picture of her parents, brother and her. On the other side had a picture of her and her brother smiling widely at the camera in the snow. She still loves her brother, yet she silently hated him for murdering their parents.
She quickly slipped out of the window. Her feet pounded against the snowshe ran as fast as she could. She came across a bridge,
and she huddled up under it. Five days as past, she was starved and cold. A older man approached her. " Hello there, my name is Watari."
And that's how she was brought into Wammy's Orphanage. She didn't fit in quite right. She was always deemed little off. It wasn't just here, it was anywhere she went. This is the beginning of her life, the start of a long journey that would leave her
confused and happy.