BIBONGBIAK! Thank you for all those suggestions and comments, it is time to go to bed (:

I peered underneath the pillow last night; mum must know the truth yet she hasn't mentioned anything about it up until now; I took the photo from my bed.

With the tips of my fingers I washed my hands through the memories that I wanted to remember. Nothing. How was I supposed to find her anyway? My first lead hadn't even appeared in front of me yet.

'Rein, bed time story!'

I love bedtime stories, every night I bed my mum to read me a story about this plum princess, I know random, but it's my favorite story. I was always eager for her to read with her clam, smooth voice, and then slowly as the minutes passed, I would drift off to sleep.

My mum appeared, fully dressed in her dressing gown. She frowned at the sight of me holding an old tattered photo. I think she knows what I'm holding. I think she doesn't want me to look at it a second more. And I'm right, as she plunges straight towards me with anger clearly shown through her actions. Her arm gripped onto the bed sheet, the other behind her back, as if holding back to hit me. I can feel her hand shuddering and losing its grip on the sheet. Her eyes, angry but afraid and weak. Then she musters her courage to ask a desperate question.

'Rein, what on earth are you holding?'

Something that you have been keeping hidden for these last few years….

Of course I can't tell her that, and it's now or never: I must confront her.

'Mum….did I ever have a close friend when I was little…?' I said, still holding tightly onto the photo.

I saw her face screw up and her wrinkles grew larger, it must be true…

'Well you had a few friends.'

'Does one happen to have red hair?'

Silence.

This was the moment I was waiting for.

Very famous around this prefecture, there was this rumor or fact that there was this strong, beautiful and clever girl; a role model who everyone would look up to.

The wind hailed between the two battlers, neither one of them batting an eyelash, both ready for battle. A signal was fired and the intense match began. A few kicks and punches, the audience drew their breath. A distinct, powerful punch was thrown.

DING DING! The outcome was clear.

One girl, red-haired full of will and courage, she stood up proudly, she was officially the winner. The other, purple haired boy, who was once known to be the strongest out of everyone.

The girl reached her hand to the boy on the ground, smiling sympathetically. In anger, the boy slapped her hand, stood up and grinded his teeth. There was no use in declaring war again. The winner had won fair and square, but his pride resisted saying 'sorry'.

Then he ran away, his back turned towards her. This was the signal for everyone to cheer and the victor; they didn't like the purple-haired boy. He was mean and was thought to be a bully, while this new girl, promoted the strongest was by far the opposite.

That day the girl ran back home. Cheerfully she greeted her parent home.

'Fine, welcome back, how's my girl in terms of power?'

Fine was finally able to burst out her happiness, happily she poured out today's victory. She glanced at her parent, a guy in his mid 30s, an author, never knew much about her mother and her past.

Fine really couldn't care about anything else.

She was brought up by this man, he taught her to become strong and have no fear.

She made her way to her room, old magazines, socks that smelt a few months old and a few random clothes lying all over the place. Still full of energy, she ran around the room, making aeroplane noises, desperately avoiding all objects that she might collide into.

Then she too, fell asleep.

I need a good idea of how many people want some kind of romance in this and if you do, leave a suggestion on how because I have just got no idea!