My first fanfic. No flames, but reviews and constructive criticism is welcome.
Prologue: Part Ⅰ
Hima was pregnant. She knew it happened from a time a month or so ago when she went out bar hopping in downtown Republic city, but she couldn't recall the father. Her husband, Raku, had left her for a pretty little model named Jasper. All she could ever do to stop the pain was drink, and drink till the pain went away and she woke up with terrible migraines knocking around in her head. She drank from sunset to midnight or longer every night. Drinking, drinking. drinking…
8 months later
After a whopping twenty hour labor, she was done. No more one night stands. She couldn't go through that again. She knew she couldn't keep her baby, but she did anyways. She had a tuft of blonde hair(Where did that come from?), and Hima named her daughter Veraline. Simple, but yet beautiful, like the little tuft on her head. Some things changed. She had a daughter, the one night stands stopped, but the drinking never ceased.
Prologue: Part ⅠⅠ
Six years later
"You little brat!" Hima screamed, slapping Veraline across the face. He eyes were frenzied, and her breath smelled of firewine and Badgermole beer.
"I'm sawy Moma. I won't do it again. Happy birthdway though." Veraline said, ending on a cheery note. Her face stung and was red, sore, and tear streaked. Her blonde hair was tangled and askew, and had ash all over her.
The two females were standing outside their house, which was half burnt down from lil' Vera's attempt to bake a cake for her mom. She tried to be good, but no matter what, her mother hit her over and over again. The firefighters had come, put out the fire, and since Hima didn't have insurance, she had to pay an Varrickly-insane amount of money. One of the neighbors saw Hima slap her child and called the police. In the blur of an hour, Hima was arrested for child abuse, and Vera was sent to an orphanage.
Prologue: Part ⅠⅠⅠ
Each kid in the orphanage had their own 'room'. It was a tiny room, a square of about eight feet. It was bleak and musty, and the bed was hard. Vera never got visitors, but after six months of getting adjusted to her new surroundings, she finally got a visitor. The man was tall, and skinny, Who is he?! Vera thought, panicking.
"Hello young lady." The man said.
Vera inched back, not knowing who this man was.
The man continued talking, bending down to her level. A lovely family is going to adopt you, and we are dropping you off today."
Three hours later
Vera stood at the front door of a huge mansion. She was nervous and scared. She knocked on the door, and a butler opened the large door and said," Master Hiroshi, your new daughter is here."
A plump man with rectangular glasses and shining, sparkling eyes greeted Vera. He had a girl who looked a little older than her stood next to him. She had wavy, raven black hair that was pulled back in a tight braid, and had a set of bright green eyes.
" Hello, Veraline. Can I call you Vera?" She nodded, and he smiled."Well, Vera, this is Asami, my daughter. I'm your new dad. My name is Hiroshi. Hiroshi Sato."