"Mom! What time is it? My alarm clock rang late AGAIN!" I slipped on my uniform and shoes. Oh gosh, I am so dead this time, I thought. My eyes wandered to the kitchen table.
"Sweetie, it's 10:11." "WHAT!" My mother answered again, "I said it's ~ " I grabbed a piece of toast and looped my arm to grab hold of my lunchbox. "I know mom! I heard what you said. Got to go!"
Before my mother replied, I already slammed the door. I ran as fast as my feet could take me. The bell rang just when I got to the gate. Phew, I thought. I dashed up the stairs to my classroom and slid into my seat. Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Keira Tsukikage. I am 16 years old. My heritage is Japanese and Korean. I just started high school this year. My father left me when I was 3 so I live with my mom. I also have a big brother but he rarely visits because of his job as a scientist. I want to become a pianist someday. When I was a baby, my parents took me to a recital. The minute I heard the music, I was moved. The recitalist herself was amazing. She has been my role model since then. "Hey, Keira-chan. Today is actually a miracle. This is the first time you've ever been on time."
I rolled my eyes. The teacher walked into the classroom. "Good morning class." All of us stood up. "Good morning Ms. Yuri." "Alright, today we will be reviewing for the finals. Now everyone, turn to page 678 in your math textbook." I sighed. "Another day of reviewing, another day of boring lectures." A few people giggled. "Ms. Tsukikage, do you have anything to share with the class? I'm sure everyone would love to hear it." The teacher said sternly.
I felt eyes watching me and lowered my head. "It's nothing..." I mumbled. After 2 hours of reviewing, class finally ended. I picked up my books. "Keira-chan, come on lets go to our next class before we're late again." "I'm coming." I answered back. My childhood friend, Michiru Itsumura,has a father who has a very successful and famous business. Her father is known for making most of Japan's never really talked to her dad even once because he is so busy. Even though their family is rich,
Michiru sometimes is angry or depressed that her family has been torn apart. She also holds a grudge against her father because he didn't go to the hospital in her mother's time of need. Whenever people mention her father, she changes the subject.I sometimes wonder if she can take all the pressure. I stared at the clock. "3...2...1..." The bell rang. Everyone ran out. "It's time for lunch!" My stomach rumbled. "Michiru-chan, what do you have in your lunchbox? My mom packed me bento." She looked into her box. "Just sushi and sashimi." Michiru sighed. "Oh... I didn't mean to~" She smiled. I could only force myself to give a crooked grin. We ate our lunch in silence.

After school, I walked alongside with Michiru. She seemed happy again. I listened to her brag about her big dream when she's in college. Her dream is to become a world famous fashion designer. I can actually imagine that as her career.A shining black limo drove by. I halted but Michiru didn't. I glanced and noticed the brand. Two men in tuxedoes stepped out of the car. "Good afternoon Ms. Michiru Itsumura, your father has planned a special dinner for is looking forward to it." One of the men spoke. Her face turned into a scowl. "Why should I care? I don't need him to buy me dinner. I can make my own!"
Michiru grabbed my arm forcefully. "Lets go. I don't want to see him." Just when we were about to leave, another man stepped out of the car. "Mr. Itsumura... whoa..." I murmured. The man cleared his throat. "Michiru, I have been looking forward to this and even pushed aside my won't you understand?" She turned around and screamed,"THE ONLY THING I'LL LISTEN TO IS THE REASON WHY YOU WEREN'T AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN MOTHER WAS SUFFERING THROUGH PAIN!" Her voice trembled."Michiru, do not speak of this in public." He said sternly as he gritted his teeth. Michiru snickered,"Oh, your scared of the PUBLIC listening to this?" She brought her voice up a notch. Several people across the street stared at them. "Michiru..." Her father warned."You hate me don't you father? You blame me for what happened. I'm the reason why is that right?"I bet you wouldn't care if I did this..." She hopped off the sidewalk and edged towards the street. A huge cargo truck was speeding towards where she was almost standing. My eyes widened. "MICHIRU-CHAN! DON'T! YOU'RE GOING TO GET HIT BY THE TRUCK!" I yelled."Michiru, get off the street NOW!" Mr. Itsumura shouted. She shook her head as tears dripped down her face. Michiru faced me."Keira-chan, don't worry. I'll be fine...This is between me and my father." She smiled through her tears.
I tried to run towards her, but she kept motioning me to stay. Her father replied,"Michiru, I love you. I don't hate you. Your my dear daughter. You are what's left of your mother. I can't risk to lose you too. The reason that I didn't see your mother that day is because I can't stand watching the horror." Michiru scowled again,"Of course you are! You are a coward! You don't deserve to be a father! I don't even want to call you father! All I know is that your a stranger to me no matter what..." Crack! The truck hit her. My eyes started to well up with tears. "MICHIRU-CHAN!MICHIRU-CHAN! MICHIRU-CHAN!" I screamed till I thought my ears were near to bursting.
Her father just stood there stupidiously."Call 911...NOW!DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" I heard myself scream at Mr. man who creates all of Japan's cars was just standing there to watch the terror happen with stupidity, I thought."I hope Michiru can make it the hospital..." I whispered. After that, my eyes fluttered and all I saw was darkness.

Kaguya-Hime123: Hiya! This is my first chapter of my story. I know it's a bit tragic, but it'll get better soon enough. :D

Keira: Why did you make my friend have an accident! :(

Kaguya-Hime123: I'm so sorryz! x(

Michiru: Keira, don't worry. I'll be fine. :)

Keira: Michiru-chan! :D *runs over and glomps*

Kaguya-Hime123: Read and REVIEW! :D