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Prologue:
The cool air felt nice against her skin. It was too hot inside, and anyway, she wanted to get away; out of that house before she suffocated.
Picking up speed she grinded against one of the picnic-tables outside the Yum-Pop Ice Cream Parlor. She jumped off, grabbing the nose of her board. [A/N: It's called a nosegrab, k?] She landed perfectly angled onto the ground. What? Never seen a girl before, she questioned inwardly.
"Look at 'er clothes." What was wrong with her clothes? A pair of low-rise baggy camouflage pants and a loose-fitting black hoodie? She frowned, what was so wrong about that?
"She's punk." Someone stated, as she kicked up her board. She tucked it under arm, and slowely walked to one of the tables.
"Look at the way she walks. So... So boyish." She narrowed her eyes, were they going to pick at her "imperfection" all day? "She probably talks like a guy too."
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She slammed the door shut, "How was town?" Her father asked.
"Hell." She dryly replied, kicking off her shoes. Wiping his hands dry on his apron, Fujitaka walked out from the kitchen.
"Hell? Why?"
"They don't like punks, Otou-san. They don't like me." Fujitaka blinked.
"How can they not like you if they don't even know you?" He softly questioned, beckoning his daughter to stare into his eyes. She shrugged. How the hell would she know?
"I'm-- I'm going to bed now, Otou-san." She softly murmured. It was already nine, and school started tomorrow, "Good night." Fujitaka smiled, pushing a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear.
"Good night."
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He watched her as she pulled the overly large T-shirt over head, as she leapt onto the bed and buried herself under the covers. His auburn eyes concentrated greatly on her presence- a faint, pink aura. Was she The One?
Author's Note: Arigatou for reading, minna. Sorry it was so short, but it was only the prologue. Thanks again, and please R+R! Next chapter up soon!
Italics- emphasized words
"..."- talking
* * *- scene changes
* * *
Prologue:
The cool air felt nice against her skin. It was too hot inside, and anyway, she wanted to get away; out of that house before she suffocated.
Picking up speed she grinded against one of the picnic-tables outside the Yum-Pop Ice Cream Parlor. She jumped off, grabbing the nose of her board. [A/N: It's called a nosegrab, k?] She landed perfectly angled onto the ground. What? Never seen a girl before, she questioned inwardly.
"Look at 'er clothes." What was wrong with her clothes? A pair of low-rise baggy camouflage pants and a loose-fitting black hoodie? She frowned, what was so wrong about that?
"She's punk." Someone stated, as she kicked up her board. She tucked it under arm, and slowely walked to one of the tables.
"Look at the way she walks. So... So boyish." She narrowed her eyes, were they going to pick at her "imperfection" all day? "She probably talks like a guy too."
* * *
She slammed the door shut, "How was town?" Her father asked.
"Hell." She dryly replied, kicking off her shoes. Wiping his hands dry on his apron, Fujitaka walked out from the kitchen.
"Hell? Why?"
"They don't like punks, Otou-san. They don't like me." Fujitaka blinked.
"How can they not like you if they don't even know you?" He softly questioned, beckoning his daughter to stare into his eyes. She shrugged. How the hell would she know?
"I'm-- I'm going to bed now, Otou-san." She softly murmured. It was already nine, and school started tomorrow, "Good night." Fujitaka smiled, pushing a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear.
"Good night."
* * *
He watched her as she pulled the overly large T-shirt over head, as she leapt onto the bed and buried herself under the covers. His auburn eyes concentrated greatly on her presence- a faint, pink aura. Was she The One?
Author's Note: Arigatou for reading, minna. Sorry it was so short, but it was only the prologue. Thanks again, and please R+R! Next chapter up soon!