Last Regret
Chapter One - Last Resort
Knowing that I am an easy going go, times like these are not the best. When you know you did something bad, but at the time, you were doing it nothing really felt bad. It is like the time when a strange creature was stalking me in the night. I decided to turn around and actually see what it was, I got a good look, and out of nowhere, I hit him. The man fell to the ground and fainted. The paper was all over the story, Hearing about the man they found, still living, but fainted. They called the person who did this a murderer, and nobody ever found out I did that. I still feel bad about it; I have for the past couple years. Knowing that I could change anything that happened then, I sat and stared mindlessly at the wall.
I picked up my bag, and went out to walk to school. While I was walking I saw a couple girls talking about me, they knew that I was there, and it rather made me a little sad. I am a Japanese exchange student. People have been talking about me ever since I first got here, and they still cannot let it go. I do not see any problem with it, but many people do.
I walked up the stairs to get inside the school and it was packed with kids. There was a fighting going on, and they tugged me into the fight. I knew a lot about karate, and was about to fight, but then all I remember was waking up in the nurse's office, with a black eye, and a crooked nose. I got up and ran home. Along the way, I thought about running away. I did not like life here, but I knew it would most likely be worse out there.
As I was running home, I felt a strange hand grab me. The hand was wrinkled, and I did not get a good look at the face. As we were running, he said something "Those who choose their path wisely, live life nicely." Those words chanted to and fro in my head. I had found what the man meant. Choose our religion wisely, life will turn out nicely.
I had never known my religion, my mother had never told me. After awhile I remember in Japan how we learned about the different religions. I was about 10 then, and I am 16 now. I remember them, and one of them was Buddhism. I thought much about that, but it rather sounded loosely to me. Something I just could not really understand. Shinto, the way of the forest/spirit Gods. Christianity, they way of Jesus Christ and God. I thought about this and smiled. None of them made much since, but the best was Christianity. I am not saying any of these are bad religions, just something I could not understand it all. Waiting for his response to anything I thought about the religion. I had no clue where we were going, but I hope it isn't to bad.
Chapter One - Last Resort
Knowing that I am an easy going go, times like these are not the best. When you know you did something bad, but at the time, you were doing it nothing really felt bad. It is like the time when a strange creature was stalking me in the night. I decided to turn around and actually see what it was, I got a good look, and out of nowhere, I hit him. The man fell to the ground and fainted. The paper was all over the story, Hearing about the man they found, still living, but fainted. They called the person who did this a murderer, and nobody ever found out I did that. I still feel bad about it; I have for the past couple years. Knowing that I could change anything that happened then, I sat and stared mindlessly at the wall.
I picked up my bag, and went out to walk to school. While I was walking I saw a couple girls talking about me, they knew that I was there, and it rather made me a little sad. I am a Japanese exchange student. People have been talking about me ever since I first got here, and they still cannot let it go. I do not see any problem with it, but many people do.
I walked up the stairs to get inside the school and it was packed with kids. There was a fighting going on, and they tugged me into the fight. I knew a lot about karate, and was about to fight, but then all I remember was waking up in the nurse's office, with a black eye, and a crooked nose. I got up and ran home. Along the way, I thought about running away. I did not like life here, but I knew it would most likely be worse out there.
As I was running home, I felt a strange hand grab me. The hand was wrinkled, and I did not get a good look at the face. As we were running, he said something "Those who choose their path wisely, live life nicely." Those words chanted to and fro in my head. I had found what the man meant. Choose our religion wisely, life will turn out nicely.
I had never known my religion, my mother had never told me. After awhile I remember in Japan how we learned about the different religions. I was about 10 then, and I am 16 now. I remember them, and one of them was Buddhism. I thought much about that, but it rather sounded loosely to me. Something I just could not really understand. Shinto, the way of the forest/spirit Gods. Christianity, they way of Jesus Christ and God. I thought about this and smiled. None of them made much since, but the best was Christianity. I am not saying any of these are bad religions, just something I could not understand it all. Waiting for his response to anything I thought about the religion. I had no clue where we were going, but I hope it isn't to bad.