The first time I saw Fushigi Yuui I was suprised. It was as if I had been there before or heard it in a story a long time ago. Or maybe, it was deja vu. No no that is absurb. It is not possible for a person to be from cartoon. Is it?
My name is Sora. I was born in Japan but after my birth my family moved to America. We speak Japanese at home, but I speak English everywhere. My friends introduced me to Japanimation about ayear or so ago, until then I had been unaware of it's existnace.I am now seventeen years old. I attend a local college and before then I was home schooled. Oh well, thats way to much information, let us crash right back into reality.
I had began having dreams soon after seeing Fushigi Yuugi. They began as nice sweet flashbacks of some sort until they became more vivid. I slowly began having the " dreams" at daylight. They began to come so ofetn I was unable to control them. I was afraid, and I hid them from my family and friends. I would not be forced to go to an asylum because I was becoming paraniod. several began to happen at school, but it wasn't until I had a flashback during an exam that I became worried. I had turnied white and wehen I came to reality I was crying and shaking. Everyone was staring , and I became quickly embarrased.
Exams ended and summer began. Three months to sit and be lazy, or at least I was attempting to. Normally I would be doing nothing at my friends house, but apparently they had left for vactaion. My family had left me at home to take care of the house. That was when I decided to check my email for whatever my friends would write me. I still had no idea what day it was or what time it was. I had become lazy. I glanced at my clock and to my dismay it was Sunday. The only library open today was the main library. I guess I must go there if I want to find out what trivial things are happening in everyones life. I knew Melissa was probably discussing all the hot guys she had seen. If there ever was a person more obbseesed then Melissa is with guys then they deserve to be in THE Guiness Book of World Records. For me to make it to the library in time I would be forced into a thirty minute drive, which would only give me a small amount of time to read the emails. Maybe I could wait until tommorow. I stopped and thought for a mintue before grabbing my keys and rushing outside.
I sat down in the car, and turned the ignition. I drove, to a local cheeseburger stand and bought some cheese burgers. I slowly ate them while driving to the library. Twenty minutes later I am in the library. I sign up to use a computer and flash my drivers lisence before gaining access to use the internet. I was suprised at my email, for once it wasn't filled with junk mail and other useless stuff. It only had a small bit of email and just one note from my friends. I glared at the computer. My friends had promiced to send me emails. I begin to read the short email, and like ususal , Melissa, had left a note about this gorgeous guy that she had met at the beach. I rolled my eyes before proceeding. She then began talking about this book that she had borrowed from the library. I glared at her writing. What a useless bunch of junk. I laughed at her , but since I was at the library I should see if they had another of these books. She did have great taste in stories.
She probably wrote in the book somewhere. I stood up and quickly all of the emails. Gathering my books a snotty voice on the library's intercom states, "The library will be closing in two hours. Please begin to find any books and start to come to the front."
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't stand these snotty voices. They were killing me. Who could tolerate such idiots? I yawned and began to head to the computer that would allow me to access information on the books. As I found the information I needed I quickly jotted it down upon a small note card.
Disclaimer. I do not own anything. I wish I did, but I don't. If you would kindly like to give me the ability to own Fy. I would love you. In fact I would love you until you died, and I would even love you after death.
My name is Sora. I was born in Japan but after my birth my family moved to America. We speak Japanese at home, but I speak English everywhere. My friends introduced me to Japanimation about ayear or so ago, until then I had been unaware of it's existnace.I am now seventeen years old. I attend a local college and before then I was home schooled. Oh well, thats way to much information, let us crash right back into reality.
I had began having dreams soon after seeing Fushigi Yuugi. They began as nice sweet flashbacks of some sort until they became more vivid. I slowly began having the " dreams" at daylight. They began to come so ofetn I was unable to control them. I was afraid, and I hid them from my family and friends. I would not be forced to go to an asylum because I was becoming paraniod. several began to happen at school, but it wasn't until I had a flashback during an exam that I became worried. I had turnied white and wehen I came to reality I was crying and shaking. Everyone was staring , and I became quickly embarrased.
Exams ended and summer began. Three months to sit and be lazy, or at least I was attempting to. Normally I would be doing nothing at my friends house, but apparently they had left for vactaion. My family had left me at home to take care of the house. That was when I decided to check my email for whatever my friends would write me. I still had no idea what day it was or what time it was. I had become lazy. I glanced at my clock and to my dismay it was Sunday. The only library open today was the main library. I guess I must go there if I want to find out what trivial things are happening in everyones life. I knew Melissa was probably discussing all the hot guys she had seen. If there ever was a person more obbseesed then Melissa is with guys then they deserve to be in THE Guiness Book of World Records. For me to make it to the library in time I would be forced into a thirty minute drive, which would only give me a small amount of time to read the emails. Maybe I could wait until tommorow. I stopped and thought for a mintue before grabbing my keys and rushing outside.
I sat down in the car, and turned the ignition. I drove, to a local cheeseburger stand and bought some cheese burgers. I slowly ate them while driving to the library. Twenty minutes later I am in the library. I sign up to use a computer and flash my drivers lisence before gaining access to use the internet. I was suprised at my email, for once it wasn't filled with junk mail and other useless stuff. It only had a small bit of email and just one note from my friends. I glared at the computer. My friends had promiced to send me emails. I begin to read the short email, and like ususal , Melissa, had left a note about this gorgeous guy that she had met at the beach. I rolled my eyes before proceeding. She then began talking about this book that she had borrowed from the library. I glared at her writing. What a useless bunch of junk. I laughed at her , but since I was at the library I should see if they had another of these books. She did have great taste in stories.
She probably wrote in the book somewhere. I stood up and quickly all of the emails. Gathering my books a snotty voice on the library's intercom states, "The library will be closing in two hours. Please begin to find any books and start to come to the front."
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't stand these snotty voices. They were killing me. Who could tolerate such idiots? I yawned and began to head to the computer that would allow me to access information on the books. As I found the information I needed I quickly jotted it down upon a small note card.
Disclaimer. I do not own anything. I wish I did, but I don't. If you would kindly like to give me the ability to own Fy. I would love you. In fact I would love you until you died, and I would even love you after death.