Chapter 18: Courage to Carry On
((This is very, very short just to catch you up on Sora's life after the book))
That next week Sora had stopped crying. Her eyes were red from tears and her skin was pale. She sat down at her lap top and began to write.
Blood and Sweat:
Travels Into a Book
By: Sora Kashiyo
What I am about to tell you, is a story about love, incest, adventure and undying pain.
Chapter 1: Universe of the Four Gods
Sora began to type. She felt her sorrow pain her but she felt relief. 'I can record this.so I will never forget.' After the first chapter she appeared to the world. her mother gasped when she saw her daughter in the kitchen.
"Oh honey! What has been going on!? I have been so worried!" Sora waved her mom off.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. It was PMS. That's all." Sora's mother shook her head. She didn't believe it. She just decided to keep her mouth shut.
"What would you like for breakfast dear?"
"Pancakes."
The next few weeks were odd at home, but Sora placed all her time into studying and writing her story. Her exams had come and gone within 3 months. Sora came home with her results. She had a very calm face. Her mother just though, 'Oh dear, she did badly." She rushed to her daughter and took the paper with the results. Sora Kashiyo: 496/500
Sora's mother began to jump for joy. "MY DAUGHTER IS A GENIOUS!!!!!" Sora smiled and did a dance of joy. She had not been this content in a long time. "What are you going to do now Kuki-dear?"
"Tokyo University." Sora's mom jumped to her and hugged her.
"That's my Kuki!" Sora lifted her eyebrow at her mother.
"Don't call me that."
From that moment on, Sora's life was ideal. Her experience had changed her. She graduated from high school at the top of her class, had been accepted to the most competitive college in the country, and is the top of her class in Japanese and Chinese literature. She was pleased with her new life. Things were never the same. Everyday she pined for Tasuki and Chichiri. Every night her eyes were brimmed with tears. It had been 5 years since she had seen them. She was now 21 and a legal adult. She has her own apartment, which was, not surprisingly, decorated in an oriental fashion. She had done paintings of people from the book hung on her walls, Tasuki, Chichiri, Nyan Nyan.
((This is very, very short just to catch you up on Sora's life after the book))
That next week Sora had stopped crying. Her eyes were red from tears and her skin was pale. She sat down at her lap top and began to write.
Blood and Sweat:
Travels Into a Book
By: Sora Kashiyo
What I am about to tell you, is a story about love, incest, adventure and undying pain.
Chapter 1: Universe of the Four Gods
Sora began to type. She felt her sorrow pain her but she felt relief. 'I can record this.so I will never forget.' After the first chapter she appeared to the world. her mother gasped when she saw her daughter in the kitchen.
"Oh honey! What has been going on!? I have been so worried!" Sora waved her mom off.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. It was PMS. That's all." Sora's mother shook her head. She didn't believe it. She just decided to keep her mouth shut.
"What would you like for breakfast dear?"
"Pancakes."
The next few weeks were odd at home, but Sora placed all her time into studying and writing her story. Her exams had come and gone within 3 months. Sora came home with her results. She had a very calm face. Her mother just though, 'Oh dear, she did badly." She rushed to her daughter and took the paper with the results. Sora Kashiyo: 496/500
Sora's mother began to jump for joy. "MY DAUGHTER IS A GENIOUS!!!!!" Sora smiled and did a dance of joy. She had not been this content in a long time. "What are you going to do now Kuki-dear?"
"Tokyo University." Sora's mom jumped to her and hugged her.
"That's my Kuki!" Sora lifted her eyebrow at her mother.
"Don't call me that."
From that moment on, Sora's life was ideal. Her experience had changed her. She graduated from high school at the top of her class, had been accepted to the most competitive college in the country, and is the top of her class in Japanese and Chinese literature. She was pleased with her new life. Things were never the same. Everyday she pined for Tasuki and Chichiri. Every night her eyes were brimmed with tears. It had been 5 years since she had seen them. She was now 21 and a legal adult. She has her own apartment, which was, not surprisingly, decorated in an oriental fashion. She had done paintings of people from the book hung on her walls, Tasuki, Chichiri, Nyan Nyan.