'Sora, you're a big boy now," she began, "seventeen in fact. Don't you
think it's about time you got a job?"
I looked up at my mother from the kitchen table then put on a grimace.
"But mum," I groaned, "I already get enough money from royalties. I mean the Sora biography, the 'How Sora Defeated the Heartless' movie and the Sora action figures."
"Yes I know dear," she sighed, "but it's not the money. Is this what you really want to do with your life? Just sit around and sleep?"
I was about to answer yes, but then she continued, "Don't you want to experience the satisfaction of working for your money? "
Was I hearing things? Satisfaction and working in the same sentence?
"Right mum," I answered with disbelief.
I thought she'd stop right there and then. But she didn't. She just kept nagging and nagging until I thought my head would explode.
"OK Mum!" I yelled. "I'll go get a job!"
So I left the house and strolled around the island thinking, when I realized my mum had just put me off my breakfast. I somehow ended up in a takeaway shop I had never noticed before. 'Chinese Chan's' was written across its front window. Being the type who's not afraid of trying new things, I entered.
As I proceeded to eat a batch of delicious spring rolls and fried rice, I started to think again. Now working for a Chinese takeaway shop. That wasn't a bad idea. I could steal some food when the owner wasn't looking and be surrounded by the enticing smells of Chinese cooking.
After finishing my meal, I decided to bite the bullet by asking the Chinese man at the counter.
"Geez, you wouldn't have a job lying around for me, would ya?" I batted my eyelids like a flirtatious girl and smiled.
The man stared at me as if I were some alien and replied with a shake of the head.
"You know me, don't you?" I urged.
I gaped with dismay as he shook his head yet again.
"But I'm the Keyblade master."
He just kept staring at me. "I held the key to the light?" I explained.
Then he finally spoke. "So what if you have key? I have key too."
This guy was starting to piss me off.
"But my key was different," I insisted.
He shrugged, "A key's a key."
I glared at him then reluctantly walked away.
"So working in a takeaway shop is too good for Sora, defeater of the Heartless! I'll show you, Chinese Chan, I'll show you good!" I thought angrily.
"I wish I could just break your skinny little neck. Treat you as if you were a Heartless. If only I had my Keyblade."
The inspiration was there. I pondered a little more and then I knew what I was going to do. I knew what I wanted out of life. I wanted to create my own enterprise. A business that sold weapons. Those weapons being exact replicas of a Keyblade and its various chains.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to laugh out loud. "Just think," I said to myself, "all your fans would want one, as well as professional fighters and competitors. It'll be the greatest weapon in the world!"
And so I started planning the very next day. I could picture the Keyblade, as if it were right there in my hands - its lightness, its strength, its versatility.
After months of unusually hard work, I made my first Keyblade. Excited about my breakthrough, I called my manager.
"Hi Phil," I greeted and continued to outline my idea.
"Great job, Sora," he replied. "I'll put them on production right away, as soon as you give me the blueprints."
This was it. I was gonna hit it big time.
I looked up at my mother from the kitchen table then put on a grimace.
"But mum," I groaned, "I already get enough money from royalties. I mean the Sora biography, the 'How Sora Defeated the Heartless' movie and the Sora action figures."
"Yes I know dear," she sighed, "but it's not the money. Is this what you really want to do with your life? Just sit around and sleep?"
I was about to answer yes, but then she continued, "Don't you want to experience the satisfaction of working for your money? "
Was I hearing things? Satisfaction and working in the same sentence?
"Right mum," I answered with disbelief.
I thought she'd stop right there and then. But she didn't. She just kept nagging and nagging until I thought my head would explode.
"OK Mum!" I yelled. "I'll go get a job!"
So I left the house and strolled around the island thinking, when I realized my mum had just put me off my breakfast. I somehow ended up in a takeaway shop I had never noticed before. 'Chinese Chan's' was written across its front window. Being the type who's not afraid of trying new things, I entered.
As I proceeded to eat a batch of delicious spring rolls and fried rice, I started to think again. Now working for a Chinese takeaway shop. That wasn't a bad idea. I could steal some food when the owner wasn't looking and be surrounded by the enticing smells of Chinese cooking.
After finishing my meal, I decided to bite the bullet by asking the Chinese man at the counter.
"Geez, you wouldn't have a job lying around for me, would ya?" I batted my eyelids like a flirtatious girl and smiled.
The man stared at me as if I were some alien and replied with a shake of the head.
"You know me, don't you?" I urged.
I gaped with dismay as he shook his head yet again.
"But I'm the Keyblade master."
He just kept staring at me. "I held the key to the light?" I explained.
Then he finally spoke. "So what if you have key? I have key too."
This guy was starting to piss me off.
"But my key was different," I insisted.
He shrugged, "A key's a key."
I glared at him then reluctantly walked away.
"So working in a takeaway shop is too good for Sora, defeater of the Heartless! I'll show you, Chinese Chan, I'll show you good!" I thought angrily.
"I wish I could just break your skinny little neck. Treat you as if you were a Heartless. If only I had my Keyblade."
The inspiration was there. I pondered a little more and then I knew what I was going to do. I knew what I wanted out of life. I wanted to create my own enterprise. A business that sold weapons. Those weapons being exact replicas of a Keyblade and its various chains.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to laugh out loud. "Just think," I said to myself, "all your fans would want one, as well as professional fighters and competitors. It'll be the greatest weapon in the world!"
And so I started planning the very next day. I could picture the Keyblade, as if it were right there in my hands - its lightness, its strength, its versatility.
After months of unusually hard work, I made my first Keyblade. Excited about my breakthrough, I called my manager.
"Hi Phil," I greeted and continued to outline my idea.
"Great job, Sora," he replied. "I'll put them on production right away, as soon as you give me the blueprints."
This was it. I was gonna hit it big time.
