~~Author's Notes
Lola: hey everyone I got a new idea for a story and here I am making a new story!
Ed: yeah you haven't even updated for your other stories.......its been what? a month!
Lola: that's right I'll work on them, after this one but I have to get the idea written down before I lose it....
Ed: *coughs* you already have lost it.....
Lola: shaddup!
Ed: well don't forget to review!
Lola: hope you enjoy that story!
Lola & Ed: TAtA!
~***~
Title: Crayola
Chapter: prologe, The trouble with Kain.
~*!and now for our main attraction!*~
Kain: short, purple hair, hazel eyes, sharp face, full lips, moon pale skin, and a mischievous look in her eyes.
When she was in the fourth grade she dyed her hair periwinkle and gave her mother a couple more gray hairs, and her father
something to think about. She of course thought of her hair as a trade mark a way for her to be remembered by her peers.
She had always given her parents something to do, chase her, apologize for her (it wasn't her falt that she had clipped
Mrs. Yogemaya's prized rose down to the ground), listen to her give detailed stories of the boxing matches she started at
school, and of course everyday, scrub at her purple hair hoping the dye would come out or at least fade. In other words
Kain was a little hand full when she was young, and now still even if she is a fifteen year old girl.
Some people say teenagers are suppose to be like drama queens and be lots of trouble, but does that mean that if you
were always trouble, that you'd mellow down, or worse become even more trouble! Well in our case its neither because there
was no possible way for Kain to become anymore trouble or get in any more trouble than she was. Kain's mother Sango and her
father Miroku were like to zoo keepers of some wild beast that once let lose was to be dragged back by police or by angry
teachers. It not that she meant to be trouble it was just her nature, that's what Sango told her self every night before she
drifted into dream-land.
Lola: hey everyone I got a new idea for a story and here I am making a new story!
Ed: yeah you haven't even updated for your other stories.......its been what? a month!
Lola: that's right I'll work on them, after this one but I have to get the idea written down before I lose it....
Ed: *coughs* you already have lost it.....
Lola: shaddup!
Ed: well don't forget to review!
Lola: hope you enjoy that story!
Lola & Ed: TAtA!
~***~
Title: Crayola
Chapter: prologe, The trouble with Kain.
~*!and now for our main attraction!*~
Kain: short, purple hair, hazel eyes, sharp face, full lips, moon pale skin, and a mischievous look in her eyes.
When she was in the fourth grade she dyed her hair periwinkle and gave her mother a couple more gray hairs, and her father
something to think about. She of course thought of her hair as a trade mark a way for her to be remembered by her peers.
She had always given her parents something to do, chase her, apologize for her (it wasn't her falt that she had clipped
Mrs. Yogemaya's prized rose down to the ground), listen to her give detailed stories of the boxing matches she started at
school, and of course everyday, scrub at her purple hair hoping the dye would come out or at least fade. In other words
Kain was a little hand full when she was young, and now still even if she is a fifteen year old girl.
Some people say teenagers are suppose to be like drama queens and be lots of trouble, but does that mean that if you
were always trouble, that you'd mellow down, or worse become even more trouble! Well in our case its neither because there
was no possible way for Kain to become anymore trouble or get in any more trouble than she was. Kain's mother Sango and her
father Miroku were like to zoo keepers of some wild beast that once let lose was to be dragged back by police or by angry
teachers. It not that she meant to be trouble it was just her nature, that's what Sango told her self every night before she
drifted into dream-land.
