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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Author's Note*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ This is my first fic so please don't be that brutal on the reviews (if there are any). In my opinion, the first chapter sucks and the chapters after it do too. Anyway, a Japanese Cartoon inspired me to write it, but I did not copy it. Of course I changed the plot and the names of the characters. Well, I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Prologue~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~* In the past, Japanese people who lived in poverty were treated like waste material. Like in the Chinese culture, males were considered more useful then females because they could work in the fields or farms.
Living in poverty in the coldest part of Japan, the Satzuki family relies only on their love towards each other survive the cold nights and mornings of the winter day. In the family is six-year old girl, Yoshi. Since she is the only girl in the whole family, she is her grandmother's favorite. Of the other children are two merciless boys Hiyao, 12-years-old, and Eido, 11- years-old; because of their grandmother's choice on whom she likes best, Hiyao and Eido have grown green with envy and jealousy. Though Yoshi is her mother's favorite.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 1~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Wake up my bright little sunshine," whispered Yoshi's grandmother in a sweet voice to her six-year old grandchild.
Rubbing her tiny little eyes, Yoshi rolled out of the rag on the floor she called her bed. She yawned all the way outside until she was awaken by the freezing outdoors. She walked barefoot nearly half a mile to the icy river where she washed her face and took a short uncomfortable bath.
Today was the first day of winter and the snow had already fallen which made the water especially cold and nearly frozen. It was a good thing Yoshi had an extra rag she used as clothing to change into. Slowly, she stepped into the frosty water that put Goosebumps all over her small bady.
After her bath, she put on her potato sack dress that was the only clothes her family could afford. Once she entered her shack of a house, her two obnoxious brothers evilly snickered at her.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Yoshi in an annoyed voice.
Trying to answer her while laughing hysterically they managed to force out, "Nothing."
Just then their mother and grandmother entered the shack and asked in a stern voices what Hiyao and Eido were doing not tending to the small garden. This is where her father also worked struggling to grow rice and other foods for his family to survive on.
Running out of the shack, Hiyao and Eido uncontrollably laughed in Yoshi's face while they passed her. What did they know that she didn't?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Author's Note~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sorry this chapter is extremely short. If I get enough reviews (maybe 3-5), I may even continue to write it. I must warn you if I do, it will probably become really sad (because that is how I usually end my stories). While I get these reviews (if I do get any), I'll probably begin to write some poetry. P.S. I didn't reread the story so there may be some mistakes. Sorry.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Author's Note*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ This is my first fic so please don't be that brutal on the reviews (if there are any). In my opinion, the first chapter sucks and the chapters after it do too. Anyway, a Japanese Cartoon inspired me to write it, but I did not copy it. Of course I changed the plot and the names of the characters. Well, I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Prologue~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~* In the past, Japanese people who lived in poverty were treated like waste material. Like in the Chinese culture, males were considered more useful then females because they could work in the fields or farms.
Living in poverty in the coldest part of Japan, the Satzuki family relies only on their love towards each other survive the cold nights and mornings of the winter day. In the family is six-year old girl, Yoshi. Since she is the only girl in the whole family, she is her grandmother's favorite. Of the other children are two merciless boys Hiyao, 12-years-old, and Eido, 11- years-old; because of their grandmother's choice on whom she likes best, Hiyao and Eido have grown green with envy and jealousy. Though Yoshi is her mother's favorite.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 1~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Wake up my bright little sunshine," whispered Yoshi's grandmother in a sweet voice to her six-year old grandchild.
Rubbing her tiny little eyes, Yoshi rolled out of the rag on the floor she called her bed. She yawned all the way outside until she was awaken by the freezing outdoors. She walked barefoot nearly half a mile to the icy river where she washed her face and took a short uncomfortable bath.
Today was the first day of winter and the snow had already fallen which made the water especially cold and nearly frozen. It was a good thing Yoshi had an extra rag she used as clothing to change into. Slowly, she stepped into the frosty water that put Goosebumps all over her small bady.
After her bath, she put on her potato sack dress that was the only clothes her family could afford. Once she entered her shack of a house, her two obnoxious brothers evilly snickered at her.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Yoshi in an annoyed voice.
Trying to answer her while laughing hysterically they managed to force out, "Nothing."
Just then their mother and grandmother entered the shack and asked in a stern voices what Hiyao and Eido were doing not tending to the small garden. This is where her father also worked struggling to grow rice and other foods for his family to survive on.
Running out of the shack, Hiyao and Eido uncontrollably laughed in Yoshi's face while they passed her. What did they know that she didn't?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Author's Note~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sorry this chapter is extremely short. If I get enough reviews (maybe 3-5), I may even continue to write it. I must warn you if I do, it will probably become really sad (because that is how I usually end my stories). While I get these reviews (if I do get any), I'll probably begin to write some poetry. P.S. I didn't reread the story so there may be some mistakes. Sorry.