The young girl sat on the pile of rubble. The cool breeze whipped her
dirty locks of midnight-black hair around her dirt-smudged face. She
grimaced. Smoke poured from a fire on the horizon. She'd have to move soon.
The wind was blowing the smoke toward her, and she didn't want to be there
when it reached the little pile of rubble that she now resided on. But she
didn't have to move just yet. She could wait, and enjoy the sunset on a
cool summer night.
She picked up a little chunk of cement that sat beside her on the remains of the building, and threw it down. She kept looking down at it, following it with her dark eyes, until she saw it splash it a puddle of muddy water at the base of the slab of concrete. She rose, turned around, and trekked through the remains of the building. She had already picked through the rubble, and found nothing to aid her in her struggle for life.
Capsule Corporation. She thought. Her mother's last request and dying words ran thought her mind. I have to get to Capsule Corporation. She wasn't there yet, but she would be. And then she would find some answers. She pulled her shirt down to cover her tail, and she followed the path that she had already made to where she lived currently. It was almost impossible for the human eye to see, but she has a feeling deep down that she wasn't all human. She had much too good eyesight, hearing, and endurance to be all human.
She came upon her dwelling. She couldn't bring herself to call it home. Home is where her heart is, and her heart is back in her mother's grave. She paused, and sniffed the air. She smelled smoke. Oh no. She picked up the pace, and ended up running the last few yards. She stopped in front of where she had stayed for the last week. It was burning like it just didn't care. All the belongings that she had; her pictures of her mother and father, her few clothes, her traveling bag, her food, gone; all of it was gone. Someone might have stolen it, or they might have just burned it because they were mad at her because she had it a little better off then they had.
She was only 14. She didn't deserve this. She turned around and started walking the way she was came from. She had her hands in her pockets and her head down. Then she remembered what her mother had said.
***Flashback***
She sat by her mother's bed, if you could call it a bed. Her mother was about to die and they both knew it. She was 13, and her mother was dying. The world was cruel. If only those damn robots hadn't been created. She was crying. Not sobbing, just silent tears. Her mother held on to her hand.
"Capsule Corporation." She said, coughing. "You have to get there. Bulma will help you. She knew your father very, very well."
"Yes ma'am, I'll get there, I promise." The girl said, nodding. The tears still fell.
"And Pan?" Her mother asked. Pan leaned forward so her mother wouldn't have to strain to talk. "What ever happens, wherever you end up, always have pride. Never loose your dignity, and don't give in to death. You will live." It was the most her mother had said at once all day. Pan felt her mother's hand go limp in her's. Her mother's eyes closed, and her lungs stopped their labored breathing.
Pan wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and cried.
***End Flashback***
Pan's head came up. Her hands stayed shoved deep in the pockets of her worn-out jeans, but her head came up. A determined light shone out through her eyes. She would get there, to Capsule, and she would have her pride.
****-_-^-_-****
Well, how was it? Was it good? Bad? Want more? Please tell me! This is my first attempt at a romancy type story, and I want it to be really good, so you have to tell me what you like and what you don't like. Please please please review! Flames are okay, as long as they're constructive and will help me. I'm only 13, gimme a break! ^_^
She picked up a little chunk of cement that sat beside her on the remains of the building, and threw it down. She kept looking down at it, following it with her dark eyes, until she saw it splash it a puddle of muddy water at the base of the slab of concrete. She rose, turned around, and trekked through the remains of the building. She had already picked through the rubble, and found nothing to aid her in her struggle for life.
Capsule Corporation. She thought. Her mother's last request and dying words ran thought her mind. I have to get to Capsule Corporation. She wasn't there yet, but she would be. And then she would find some answers. She pulled her shirt down to cover her tail, and she followed the path that she had already made to where she lived currently. It was almost impossible for the human eye to see, but she has a feeling deep down that she wasn't all human. She had much too good eyesight, hearing, and endurance to be all human.
She came upon her dwelling. She couldn't bring herself to call it home. Home is where her heart is, and her heart is back in her mother's grave. She paused, and sniffed the air. She smelled smoke. Oh no. She picked up the pace, and ended up running the last few yards. She stopped in front of where she had stayed for the last week. It was burning like it just didn't care. All the belongings that she had; her pictures of her mother and father, her few clothes, her traveling bag, her food, gone; all of it was gone. Someone might have stolen it, or they might have just burned it because they were mad at her because she had it a little better off then they had.
She was only 14. She didn't deserve this. She turned around and started walking the way she was came from. She had her hands in her pockets and her head down. Then she remembered what her mother had said.
***Flashback***
She sat by her mother's bed, if you could call it a bed. Her mother was about to die and they both knew it. She was 13, and her mother was dying. The world was cruel. If only those damn robots hadn't been created. She was crying. Not sobbing, just silent tears. Her mother held on to her hand.
"Capsule Corporation." She said, coughing. "You have to get there. Bulma will help you. She knew your father very, very well."
"Yes ma'am, I'll get there, I promise." The girl said, nodding. The tears still fell.
"And Pan?" Her mother asked. Pan leaned forward so her mother wouldn't have to strain to talk. "What ever happens, wherever you end up, always have pride. Never loose your dignity, and don't give in to death. You will live." It was the most her mother had said at once all day. Pan felt her mother's hand go limp in her's. Her mother's eyes closed, and her lungs stopped their labored breathing.
Pan wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and cried.
***End Flashback***
Pan's head came up. Her hands stayed shoved deep in the pockets of her worn-out jeans, but her head came up. A determined light shone out through her eyes. She would get there, to Capsule, and she would have her pride.
****-_-^-_-****
Well, how was it? Was it good? Bad? Want more? Please tell me! This is my first attempt at a romancy type story, and I want it to be really good, so you have to tell me what you like and what you don't like. Please please please review! Flames are okay, as long as they're constructive and will help me. I'm only 13, gimme a break! ^_^
