AN: Here's the Relena story I promised... it's just starting out and is a mere TWO WHOLE PAGES LONG!!! Wowers! I've outdone myself on this one! ^^; I had the worst trouble naming this story... first it was "The Coconut Memoirs" Then "Memoirs of a Lost Girl" and then "Memoirs of a Survivor" and so on and so forth... anyways, I might change the title, I might not, but I'll warn you up front that with will be one long-butt story all told in Relena's POV, BUT! To give you all some relief, I'll break away from the Memoir-type writing and talk about the other character's reactions. PLEASE R & R!
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The Scavenger Years - introduction
By Chibi Acky
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That island deteriorated me somehow. Whether for better or worse, I'll never be sure. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's better that I try not and think about everything God had forced me to do at that time. I ate rat, and I went to the bathroom wherever and whenever I needed to. It was all a cause and effect type of thing... If I hadn't have eaten those rats, I would have starved.
When I ate them, I was starving.
When I didn't eat them, I was starving.
I'm sure once people have read through these memoirs, they won't think so highly of me. Every time I look at person, every time I shake their hands, every time I try to converse with them... all I can think about is "If that person *really* knew me, they wouldn't want to touch me... they wouldn't want to even glance at me..."
I guess life's funny that way.
When I returned home after those three years, people either were faint with shock that I was still alive, or wishing I'd never taken my place back in the spotlight. I have to agree with them. There are times, when I think back on them, that I still wish I was back on the island, feeling the soft caress of the ocean, or smelling it's salty breath.
At least then I had had my freedom. No one was looking at me, pointing out my mistakes, or mocking. No one was there to begin with.
And for the longest time, I thought that no one cared.
I bet you're all thinking, "No one cared? Pfet! This girl has countless allies! She's a princess for God's sake!"
Wrong, wrong, wrong...
Or at least in my mind.
For three years I waited for some reason to give me hope, I had waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. But no one came, and I thought they never would. After all, I didn't even know where I was! My plane crashed somewhere off near Africa, a few miles away from some island no one had ever bothered to colonize.
So there I sat, for the longest three years of my life, eating rat, killing things that were trying to kill me, and never getting the chance to brush my teeth with toothpaste.
See, people don't know what they have until it's gone. I would have killed men for *one* bottle of toothpaste at that point. Sure, I had my handy dandy little toothbrush, but even that didn't wash up with my suitcases until weeks after my breath was horrid and my teeth felt like they would fall from their roots any moment.
I suppose saying that life on the island was incredibly hard isn't necessarily true. I had my water, it flowed from one end to another, and I had a plethora of bananas and monkeys to keep me company. That's right, I talked to bananas. It really is amazing what some people do when they're crazed with boredom and loneliness.
There were times, that I wished I had died on that island. I wish I hadn't followed that butterfly to find that source of coconuts, and I still wish that perverted monkey, whom I so fondly called Mr. Peepers, hadn't stolen my undergarments and spread them all over the island. It took me four weeks to find it all, and upon my return to my makeshift hut, I'd found that Peepers had begun the task yet again.
I never let that monkey know where I hid them after that.
So as I sit and think this all through, as I was instructed to do, I can still find myself back on those islands. I still see myself running along the beach with Patience, my most treasured animal friend of all. I don't expect anyone to pity me after this, I can only hope that no one will. I wish from the bottom of my soul that you can open your hearts to understanding my situations, and I pray that you won't loathe me for my decisions. All I ask is that you place yourself in my shoes.
This is a memoir of a princess turned scavenger.
This is my life story.
Just try to understand...
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*bounces up and down* I don't own Gundam! I don't own Gundam! Idon'townGundamIdon'townGundamIdon'townGundamIdon'townGUNDAAAAAAAAAM! *cough* Sorry... sugarhigh... need... more... snapple... need.... more skittles.... more... more... MORE!
That and email please :)
Chibi Acky
http://kiss.to/gyousei
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The Scavenger Years - introduction
By Chibi Acky
_______________
That island deteriorated me somehow. Whether for better or worse, I'll never be sure. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's better that I try not and think about everything God had forced me to do at that time. I ate rat, and I went to the bathroom wherever and whenever I needed to. It was all a cause and effect type of thing... If I hadn't have eaten those rats, I would have starved.
When I ate them, I was starving.
When I didn't eat them, I was starving.
I'm sure once people have read through these memoirs, they won't think so highly of me. Every time I look at person, every time I shake their hands, every time I try to converse with them... all I can think about is "If that person *really* knew me, they wouldn't want to touch me... they wouldn't want to even glance at me..."
I guess life's funny that way.
When I returned home after those three years, people either were faint with shock that I was still alive, or wishing I'd never taken my place back in the spotlight. I have to agree with them. There are times, when I think back on them, that I still wish I was back on the island, feeling the soft caress of the ocean, or smelling it's salty breath.
At least then I had had my freedom. No one was looking at me, pointing out my mistakes, or mocking. No one was there to begin with.
And for the longest time, I thought that no one cared.
I bet you're all thinking, "No one cared? Pfet! This girl has countless allies! She's a princess for God's sake!"
Wrong, wrong, wrong...
Or at least in my mind.
For three years I waited for some reason to give me hope, I had waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. But no one came, and I thought they never would. After all, I didn't even know where I was! My plane crashed somewhere off near Africa, a few miles away from some island no one had ever bothered to colonize.
So there I sat, for the longest three years of my life, eating rat, killing things that were trying to kill me, and never getting the chance to brush my teeth with toothpaste.
See, people don't know what they have until it's gone. I would have killed men for *one* bottle of toothpaste at that point. Sure, I had my handy dandy little toothbrush, but even that didn't wash up with my suitcases until weeks after my breath was horrid and my teeth felt like they would fall from their roots any moment.
I suppose saying that life on the island was incredibly hard isn't necessarily true. I had my water, it flowed from one end to another, and I had a plethora of bananas and monkeys to keep me company. That's right, I talked to bananas. It really is amazing what some people do when they're crazed with boredom and loneliness.
There were times, that I wished I had died on that island. I wish I hadn't followed that butterfly to find that source of coconuts, and I still wish that perverted monkey, whom I so fondly called Mr. Peepers, hadn't stolen my undergarments and spread them all over the island. It took me four weeks to find it all, and upon my return to my makeshift hut, I'd found that Peepers had begun the task yet again.
I never let that monkey know where I hid them after that.
So as I sit and think this all through, as I was instructed to do, I can still find myself back on those islands. I still see myself running along the beach with Patience, my most treasured animal friend of all. I don't expect anyone to pity me after this, I can only hope that no one will. I wish from the bottom of my soul that you can open your hearts to understanding my situations, and I pray that you won't loathe me for my decisions. All I ask is that you place yourself in my shoes.
This is a memoir of a princess turned scavenger.
This is my life story.
Just try to understand...
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*bounces up and down* I don't own Gundam! I don't own Gundam! Idon'townGundamIdon'townGundamIdon'townGundamIdon'townGUNDAAAAAAAAAM! *cough* Sorry... sugarhigh... need... more... snapple... need.... more skittles.... more... more... MORE!
That and email please :)
Chibi Acky
http://kiss.to/gyousei