I don't know why I'm writing this fic, I just wanted to write something since I don't
feel like writing anything else, or updating anything on this site. ((Yup, I'm a lazy bum...^.^))
Okay here it comes, I do not own any of these characters! Big surprise, ne?
I hate him.
That was the only thing Usagi was thinking. She walked quickly, away from the park which
she once used to love so much to visit, but now, she hated it. Her long golden pigtails trailed
behind her, her head low, not paying attention to what was happeing around her. Her blue eyes
were filled with hatred, her teeth ground in anger, she held her bookbag in her right hand, her
knuckles turing white.
I hate him.
Usagi kept on saying that in her head. People quickly moved out of her way, they didn't dare
collide with this young lady.
How could he, he swore he'd never do it again, he swore.
Usagi thought, as she opened the door of her house. She stepped in, and threw her bookbag on
the floor near the door, and went up to her room. She hurridly went to her room, and got out a large
backpack, she winched as the pain in her side started to hurt more every second, a red mark on her
face, where she had been slapped several times, by her so called 'friends'.
I hate them too, how could they, I trusted them.
She thought bitterly, as she pack a few clothes and some of her belongings. She didn't cry, she
didn't do anything, she was just mad, no furious. She winched again, the pain in her side, her leg,
every where was over bearing her. She quickly shed off her clothes, and went into the bathroom, and
into the shower. She turned on the warm water, and she washed off the blood over her body, her left
eye twitched in pain. She washed her golden hair, washing away the blood. She stepped out of the shower,
and wrapped a pink fuzzy towel around herself, and a white one around her hair. As she dried off her
hair, and pulled it into a tight braid and dried her body off, while pulling on a white shorts, with a
green tank top, while putting a white sweater over her shoulders. She grabbed her life savings,
finished packing, while pulling on socks, and shoes, she grabbed a pen and paper, and started to write.
When she finished, she walked down the stairs, while placing the note on the frige, while packing herself
some food for her trip.
Gomen nasai Mom, Dad, Shingo, but I have to do this
She thought, as she went back upstairs, grabbed the over large backpack, and grabbed the food that she
packed, and went out the door, she looked back once, and placed her house keys on the table beside the door.
.......So.....How was it? Should I continue this? If I get enough e-mails I will, actually I probably will
without the e-mails, but hey I still would like if you would e-mail me!