Marron
By: Marron111
I don't own anything but this stories plot.
Dear Diary,
Why is fate so cruel. What did I ever do to deserve this. I supposed though, I should explain what 'this' is. I have fallen in love, Diary. The only problem is, this man, such a man, is far older than me in my young, foolish years. 21 years old,and still live with my parents. How they do not trust me. They say "You are far too young to get a job and move by yourself. Stay with us and we will take care of you." And yet, I long to journey, to see the world and what it has to offer me. I look around, and the only offering I see is him. O, how iI wish he'd notice me, if only for one night. I wish he'd take me in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into my ear, while he makes love to me. And yet, it will never happen, for I am friends with his family, and he wouldn't want that bond we share to be broken. I must go now, Diary. Mother and Father are calling for me. It is suppertime. Farewell, til tomorrow.
Marron
I walked downstairs to find my parents at the table waiting for me. Everyday, it is the same thing. They wait until everybody, even that disgusting pig that lives with us, is settled into place before we eat. Today I sat between Mother and the old pervert, Roshi. While everyone sat and talked about the events of the day, I sat quietly, picking at my food. I hope no one notices I am not eating, without luck. My father notices. Goody for me.
"Marron, honey, how come you are not eating." he asks.
"I'm not very hungry today, Father. May I be excused," is my only reply.
"I suppose, but you tell us if your hungry later," my mother tells me as I stand up.
"Yes mother."
The only thing I can think as I walk up the stairs is, "I won't be here later." I have decided to leave. No idea where I'm going, but I cannot stay here anymore. They all drive me insane. It's like they care for themselves and no one else on the planet. I need to leave before they turn me into one of them.
I reach my room, and close the door, silently. As I walk across my room and pull various items from their proper places and throw them onto my bed. Map, compass, diary, clothes, all thrown into a pile on my bed. I go into my connected bathroom and grab necessary toiletries and exit, grab my old backpack and walk to the bed. As I start piling stuff into the bag, I hear footseps on the stairs. They are heavy, and I immediately identify them as my mothers. I quickly shove everything under the bed and lay down on the bed, as to give the illusion that I am sleeping. I hear the door creak open, and see a strem of light pour in.
She quietly closes my door, and walks to her room next door. I sigh in relief that she didn't notice I was awake. Quietly I get up and finish my packing. As I finish, I hear my parents in their room, talking about me, once again. Tonight they talk of what happened at dinner and how I seemed depressed. Go figure. I am depressed. Depressed with my life, and that is why I am leaving. To find adventure and maybe....just maybe, love.
Before I leave, I change into more suitable clothing for my adventure, leaving the dreadful pink...things behind. The new outfit will provide camoflauge and allow me to move more quickly. A present from him, when he was training me behind my parents backs. They never even noticed I was gone more often, or that I often came back a wreck. He was a rough trainer and made me much stronger in the two years he trained me. I finally stopped going for training when I realized I loved him, and that I would be distracted every time I trained. And yet, I was going to his house first.
And with that, I flew out my window into the dark night air.
By: Marron111
I don't own anything but this stories plot.
Dear Diary,
Why is fate so cruel. What did I ever do to deserve this. I supposed though, I should explain what 'this' is. I have fallen in love, Diary. The only problem is, this man, such a man, is far older than me in my young, foolish years. 21 years old,and still live with my parents. How they do not trust me. They say "You are far too young to get a job and move by yourself. Stay with us and we will take care of you." And yet, I long to journey, to see the world and what it has to offer me. I look around, and the only offering I see is him. O, how iI wish he'd notice me, if only for one night. I wish he'd take me in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into my ear, while he makes love to me. And yet, it will never happen, for I am friends with his family, and he wouldn't want that bond we share to be broken. I must go now, Diary. Mother and Father are calling for me. It is suppertime. Farewell, til tomorrow.
Marron
I walked downstairs to find my parents at the table waiting for me. Everyday, it is the same thing. They wait until everybody, even that disgusting pig that lives with us, is settled into place before we eat. Today I sat between Mother and the old pervert, Roshi. While everyone sat and talked about the events of the day, I sat quietly, picking at my food. I hope no one notices I am not eating, without luck. My father notices. Goody for me.
"Marron, honey, how come you are not eating." he asks.
"I'm not very hungry today, Father. May I be excused," is my only reply.
"I suppose, but you tell us if your hungry later," my mother tells me as I stand up.
"Yes mother."
The only thing I can think as I walk up the stairs is, "I won't be here later." I have decided to leave. No idea where I'm going, but I cannot stay here anymore. They all drive me insane. It's like they care for themselves and no one else on the planet. I need to leave before they turn me into one of them.
I reach my room, and close the door, silently. As I walk across my room and pull various items from their proper places and throw them onto my bed. Map, compass, diary, clothes, all thrown into a pile on my bed. I go into my connected bathroom and grab necessary toiletries and exit, grab my old backpack and walk to the bed. As I start piling stuff into the bag, I hear footseps on the stairs. They are heavy, and I immediately identify them as my mothers. I quickly shove everything under the bed and lay down on the bed, as to give the illusion that I am sleeping. I hear the door creak open, and see a strem of light pour in.
She quietly closes my door, and walks to her room next door. I sigh in relief that she didn't notice I was awake. Quietly I get up and finish my packing. As I finish, I hear my parents in their room, talking about me, once again. Tonight they talk of what happened at dinner and how I seemed depressed. Go figure. I am depressed. Depressed with my life, and that is why I am leaving. To find adventure and maybe....just maybe, love.
Before I leave, I change into more suitable clothing for my adventure, leaving the dreadful pink...things behind. The new outfit will provide camoflauge and allow me to move more quickly. A present from him, when he was training me behind my parents backs. They never even noticed I was gone more often, or that I often came back a wreck. He was a rough trainer and made me much stronger in the two years he trained me. I finally stopped going for training when I realized I loved him, and that I would be distracted every time I trained. And yet, I was going to his house first.
And with that, I flew out my window into the dark night air.