Okay, so I have two stories that I need to update, both with only one chapter. Unfortunately, my laptop is once again broken, so most of my documents are gone for a while, including a nearly finished story that I particularly liked. Well, anyway, I'm starting a new story so I have something to pass the time with. It's based on Carrie Underwood's Unapologize, and will tell Nami's life story in sort of years, with a comment from her years after what happens in the chapter. "X" will represent a scene change in a continuing mini-storyline while a linebreak starts another. I'm not exactly sure when she says it yet, but if I ever figure it out, I'll come back and edit. There will be a time when it will skip a couple of years, or the chapter will be extremely short because nothing relevant to this story has happened. I know I'm taking up a lot of time that you could use reading so I'll stop for now. Hope you like it.
Chapter 1: 1st Grade
My name is Naminé Kimura.
I am in love with my best friend.
Yes, I know its cliché, stupid, annoying, and generally over-used.
And that's probably exactly why I am. I'm a romantic—a logical romantic. I've always calculated fairy tales. Why didn't Sleeping Beauty's parents just admit they thought the witch was dead and let her think they were idiots? Of course, their reputation came first. Why didn't Snow White's father stop her stepmother from putting her to work? His wife came first.
So, now you know, I'm a critical romantic who tends to get off subject, and that leaves one more question.
Why would Roxas fall in love with me?
I was six when I met him.
I was the new kid, so I was immediately popular. Everyone wanted to be my friend before they even saw me.
When I walked to my class's lunch table, everyone was trying to find a place for me near them. A raven-haired "ninja" had almost cleared a spot when he came up behind me, grabbed my lunchbox—my favorite, hamster lunchbox—walked back to his seat, and placed it next to him.
"Sorry," he told everyone. "Nami's my friend."
He was Roxas Kuroki. No one would argue with him.
And that was how we became friends.
Originally, it was assumed that I'd be a part of "popular" group, being Roxas's new friend and all. However, not 2 weeks later, Roxas was absent, and no one knew who should play with me at recess. When he was here, I only played with him and the people he played with. I was the person he pushed on the swing (because only a select few of us had learned how to pump), I was his princess-in-distress that no one else could save, I was the Mommy when he was the Daddy during House, so that ruled out anything of those games.
I could have gone over and played Red Rover, but whenever we played that, I was always—and I mean always—on the end, so he was the only one who could hold my hand.
I could've played Tag, but I was too slow of a runner to be fun to catch, so he was the only who tag me.
I could have played hide-and-seek, but I was a background type, so I hid too well. He was the only one who could ever find me.
So I chose to sit on the edge of the playground, on the wooden beams that held the mulch in.
"'Scuse me, but could you move?"
I looked up. An auburn-haired girl in a pretty sundress stood still on the beam.
"Um, could you hurry? I'm about to fall."
I stood up.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered.
"Walking on the beam," she answered quickly.
"By yourself?" I asked as if I was one to talk. A frown graced her features.
"Yeah. Sora and Riku don't want to play with a girl anymore," she pouted. I mumbled a startled "Oh" and followed her.
"Can I play too?"
"Sure," she beamed.
As of that moment, Kairi Kobayashi was officially my best girl friend.
"Hey, Nami," Roxas asked as we exited the classroom, immediately grasping my hand in his own. "Do you want to play Red Rover with me?" I pulled my hand away.
"Sorry, Roxy, but I'm playing with Kairi today." I ran away to the slide all on the other side of the playground.
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"Sorry, Roxy, I'm playing with Kairi today."
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"Sorry, I'm playing with Kairi today."
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"I'm playing with Kairi today."
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"I'm playing with Kairi."
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"Playing with Kairi."
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"Play—" I began.
"That's enough, Naminé," Roxas cut me off. I stared because he had never said my real name before. "If you don't want to be my friend anymore, just tell me?" He sniffed and wiped the tears from his big blue six-year-old eyes.
"Huh? What're you talking about? Of course, I want to be your friend!" Roxas shook his head.
"No, you don't. You always play with Kairi."
"B-but," I sniffled back. "I'm still your friend." Roxas rolled his eyes as we had so often seen the fourth-graders do.
"Not if you don't play with me," he replied sharply. I looked down to see that he had taken my hand as he always did before.
"Oh…"
Roxas smiled. "Then it's settled. You'll only play with me."
"Roxy!" I shrieked. "Then I can't be friends with Kairi."
"Exactly." Tears filled my eyes and I looked up at him. (He later called this the "Nami of Sorrow".) Roxas sighed. "Oh… okay. You can play with me on Mondays and Tuesdays, Kairi on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and whoever you want to on Fridays…"
"Okay!" I nodded. "Um… Roxy… since its Friday and I haven't played with you in a while…"
"You're playing with me. C'mon, I'll push you on the swing."
Who's your best friend?
The words were written plainly on the paper, but my pencil wouldn't move. I glanced at Kairi, who'd been moved by me because she talked a lot. Of course, you would've thought that the teacher would've learned after Roxas. He talked even more because I was "the bestest friend ever because Nami is the greatest!"
Her curly-cue Sora was printed neatly on the page. I looked behind me. Sora had written both Riku and Kairi, Riku was shielding his paper, and Hayner and Pence had written each other's name.
I looked over at Roxas. He saw me and grinned, lifting his paper to show me my name and his atrocious handwriting.
I turned back around and wrote my best friend's name.
I know this chapter's pretty short, but it could've been shorter. I almost couldn't think of anything past the argument. Isn't Roxas's 6-year-old jealousy so cute? He's like that kid who everyone listens to, the future popular kid. If you don't understand what happened, I'd be happy to explain. I tried to dramatize the little things that kids stress.