I know some people like to read stories in which they're the main character, so I'm gonna post this and if you want to pretend it's you then you can. Vice versa ( that means the other way around too). The story is gonna be in Kiyomi's point of view but I might switch it at moments.

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Kiyomi Ito (Main Character)

Name: Ito, Kiyomi (last, first) ( Ito means wisteria, Kiyomi means pure beauty)

Looks: Kiyomi has long black hair and purplish reddish eyes(even though its probably not possible to have purple eyes, it's gonna happen in my story). She has bangs over her left eye. In the sun, her hair looks like it has a bit of blue in it. She's really pretty.( it's in the name )

Personality: She's really straight forward when she wants something. At times she's shy and at other times she can be really loud. She's really friendly, but when someone's getting on her nerves, it's really hard to hold back.

Kiyomi's life: She was born in New York. She's lived there her whole life. When she was born, her parents abandoned her and left her in a basket, with a note. A 15-year old girl found her at night. Her name is Rebecca. She heard Kiyomi crying and picked her up. Since Rebecca lived by herself, she took her and raised her. She read the note and it said, " Please tell her we are very sorry. Her name is Kiyomi Ito." When Kiyomi turned six, Rebecca showed her the note. Kiyomi already knew she wasn't her mom, but she didn't know what happened to her parents. Rebecca let Kiyomi keep the note. Kiyomi felt sad and alone when she thought of her parents. Now, she gets angry whenever she thinks of them, but deep inside, she really mises them. She only has Rebecca and her friends there for her.

Right now, Kiyomi is 16 years old. She will be turning 17 in a few days. Her birthday is on April 7th. A few days ago, she received an invitation to Konohagukare High School. She was confused as to why they would send an invitation when there were only a few more months left of school, but just signed. She was leaving to Japan by herrself because the school only paid for her ticket.

Rebecca Robinson

Name: Robinson, Rebecca (last, first) (I don't know anything about her name)

Looks: Wavy, long, auburn hair. She has gray eyes. Her hair has a bit of red in it.

[ I don't want to do the personality thing. Yeah, I'm lazy. Basically, Rebecca's really nice]

Rebecca's Life: She was born in Miami, Florida. Her parents met when her mom(Janine), went with one of her friends [ they were 20 at the time ] to meet up with some other friends of theirs, to go to the beach. Janine met Jason(dad) and talked. They became friends, went out, and Jason proposed. They went on their honeymoon, and Janine got pregnant. She gave birth to Rebecca. They moved to New York. There, Everything went downhill. Jason started drinking. He came home drunk around two O'clock in the morning. Janine would get mad and yell at him. Jason would yell back and hit her. Rebecca was about two years old when this started. She'd get scared and hide in her room. Her mom ended up having a lot of bruises. When Rebecca turned ten, her dad started hitting her too. Rebecca got really scared and started to call the police, but her dad took the telephone wire and slapped it across her face. She had a BIG scar. It didn't go away completely. She has a faint mark of it on her cheek.

When Rebecca turned fifteen, she decided to give herself a little birthday present. She was going to run away. She was really weak because her parents never fed her. Her mom ended up drinking too and fighting with her dad. Whenever they got angry, they hit her. Rebecca jumped out of the window in the middle of the night, and ran. She was looking for a hotel to stay at. She took about two, thousand dollars from her parents. She fund a nice hotel that didn't cost too much. She also got a job at a Verizon cell phone shop. Later on, when Kiyomi is about thirteen, Rebecca gets a job as a model.

Rebecca's POV~

It had been about a month since I left that hell house. I hated it. I still hurt from all the hitting. I'm almost not completely covered in purple spots. I looked up at the sky. It's really dark outside. I watched the moon drape its silvery rays on the dirty, beer and cigarette covered cement. Despite all of that- and all of the loud music from all of the parties -, it was somewhat peaceful. I sighed. Why can't I have a regular life? I want to worry about things like ' what am I going to wear?' and ' I hope I don't get anything bad for my birthday'.

It was when I was a block away from the hotel that I heard it. I wasn't sure where it came from. It sounded like a baby crying. I followed the sound to the back of a building. There, next to a few garbage bags, was a baby in a poorly woven basket. I gently grabbed the baby. Its crying didn't change. It was shattering my eardrums. But I don't really care. Who would leave a poor kid alone in the middle of the streets? Well, I'm sure someone would be wondering why a parent would beat a child? Even if they were drunk. So many answers, yet, none make sense.

I sang a lullaby to the baby and she fell asleep. It was most definitely a girl. It looked like a girl and the fact that the baby was naked helped prove that point. I've probably been here for a few minutes. I took out my phone. It was 8:56 pm. I grabbed the blankets in the basket, and wrapped them around the baby. Something stiff was in it. I took it out and saw two pieces of paper. Once I wrapped the baby, I read the papers. One of them was a birth certificate. It had the parent's name scribbled out with black sharpie. The other was a note. It said:' Please tell her we are very sorry. Her name is Kiyomi Ito'. How sad. Not even an 'I love you' or 'Take good care of her'. I grabbed the basket and walked the rest of the way home, careful not to wake the sleeping child in my arms.

"Sleep," I cooed ," Sleep now. When I turn 18, I'll get an apartment. I'll raise you and I won't beat you. I promise". I felt silly talking to a baby. Oh well. At least I'm making a difference in someone's life.