HEY my lovely pumpkins posting this early, you lucky unicorns because one of the writers (prince) believe it or not has something going on in her social life so here you go don't forget to comment

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Chapter 2 haruka's point of view

Nature always soothed me since I was little I guess 11 that's why it's called mother nature no matter how battered and broken you are, you can always count on your mother to guide you through the hard times.

Well, at least that's how I see it I don't know maybe it's because I never really had a mother. I could tell you some sad stories of how she died, but the truth is I couldn't know which one was real because I didn't really know her at all.

She died when I was born. So, I basically killed my own mother, that should make me sad right? But, in all honesty it doesn't a bit. I know that sounds cruel, but how could you feel sadness for some one you never knew?

I let my hand slides over the pedal that rest against my chest. I still remember the day my father gave it to me. I was 23 when I was called to my fathers death bed and given the eagle shaped gold object

My father said it belonged to my mother and she would have wanted me to have it, I could still hear the words he said to me like it was yesterday "even though your mother didn't get to know or cherish you like I do, I know she would have loved you" then he handing me a book that looked like it was very old and used a lot but for some reason I loved it already. "That belonged to your mother it was her diary. I thought you would like to know a bit more about her I would have loved to tell you myself but my words could never really do her justice "

So, like the nature loving human being I am, I went and did just that. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him alive, because when I returned from my adventure from the jungle where we had been living in, he was gone in the burning I used to call home. EVERYTHING was in ashes at my feet, everything. I didn't know what to do so I ran as fast as I could leaving my whole life blowing in the wind taking it to unknown locations.

It didn't take long to figure out what had happened. It was probably my step mother I instantly filled with anger when I thought about that monster. I hated her, she had been ruining my life even before the accident

She was always so cold and lifeless. She hated me as much as I hated her. She probably was trying to make food and the fire happened. Together with the house, she burned my whole life down. She died In the fire with my father. However, I wish she had survived the fire so could have blamed her on everything….blamed someone other than myself . As I sat here looking out at the waterfall I couldn't help but see the similarities between my life and the fall of the water. They may be ruff and unorganized but at the end it all comes together in a beautiful river. Like my life which had no real destination or purpose it was just there drifting of to the unknown. I am yearning to see my river.

My childhood was not always so bad. I was actually very happy growing up in the jungle. I went to school just like any other child. The school was far but I didn't mind. I love walking. Moreover, distance was the least of my problems. I was bullied a lot in school yeah who would have thought the weird forest kid would be made fun of right? but I did my best and it paid off. I was top off my class and the perfect student all the time. I even skipped few years. However, all of that didn't do me any good when it came to the social aspects. For example, relationship with other human. So I never had any real friends. I didn't really care because when I got home, I lost myself with my jungle friends. It sounded pretty stupid, but they are the most loyal creatures I've ever known. The rest of my free time, I spent inside my father's small garage, fixing cars. Since he got sick, someone had to support the family and that old hag my father called a wife sure wasn't going to do it. I didn't mind though, since I loved fixing the cars. However, my true passion was exploring the jungle... and I guess that's how I ended up here, sitting on a cliff and staring out on to nothing. Not knowing where I would wake up tomorrow or where I would get food but still loving it every bit .

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