There once was a girl I knew, not much of a girl now though. She was born from Italian and Japanese heritage, and beautiful in every prospect of the way. Strange though, she was blonde, and rarely was an Asian blonde. Maybe that's why she did it, out of the foolish shame of not being pure. But then again, who knows what you think when you run away?
It was the beginning of spring, her favorite season, when it all happened. Fourteen, blonde, with sapphire eyes, the picture for benevolentness. Kind and adoring was she, but breaking for we could not see, all the things, all the smiles, broken, broken, as was she. It was for that, in her own little discomfort, that she was the target for all bullying. Taunted she was, always being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. It seemed as the sun smiled upon everyone else it frowned upon her.
Though I could not tell her I could not help. It wasn't my problem, it was not. Izumi, that was her name, was never confident in herself. Since everyone seemed to be against her, she saw herself as a waste of space. As days went by, she didn't come to school anymore, though she was the center of attention on the news. 'Izumi Orimoto is missing. Izumi Orimoto disappeared. Izumi Orimoto is still gone.' And one final call to the public, 'Corpse found in old abandoned mill, identified as Izumi Orimoto.'
Nowadays you go to the graveyard she was buried in, you'd find it slightly warmer around her grave. As if she was still smiling at you from above. You'll never know her now though. Time has washed away her name, as well as herself. I still regret, I might have been able to do something if I tried. I wish I did now. But only one thing is left for her. I know now that I may not have been able to save her but there is still more to save. 'Lonely mushroom with nothing to gain seems now it all begins again.'
I must apologize, Izumi, tears are now gathering in my eye, though I must keep strong for you. I only wish I would have been able to tell you, I cared.
Kouji Minamoto
A/N: this is what happens when teacher lets us write fictional stories. A little letter for a deceased Izumi signed from the lone wolf himself. Wish I didn't kill Izumi now, maybe they would have been together. It's short...well R&R…I guess.