here Extra Scroll Two
Robin's Diary
Robin Sena fiddled with her recored diary, listening to her older recordings. Working with her recorded diary had been a past time ever since she was three, before her father left. Robin remembered it well.
It was nearing Christmas time, and Japan was filled with snow. Robin loved the snow, how it would sit on her window sill, and how she could mold it into almost anything that she wished. Robin was pulling on her snow suit, when her dad knocked on her bedroom door, and walked in.
"Hope, I'm going to go away for a while," he started, holding something behind his back. "And, I'm not going to be back in time for Christmas. So, I bough you this." He handed her a tape recorder, and several tapes inside a box.
"What is it, daddie?" Robin asked, looking at the small, black recorder and white tapes in the box.
"It's a recorder diary, so that you can preserve your childhood," her father explained to her.
Robin listened to an earlyer May recording. The day that she had met Amon, the nice teenage boy who had helped her find her way back home when she was lost.
Amon was walking along the city, silenly cursing the snow, the city, the people who lived in the city, and just about anything else that he could think of to blame his life on. He turned a corner, and looked up at the Spring-Dale Appartments. He could well remember the day that he brought Robin back here after she got lost.
"578 West Wayward Lane, Spring-Dale Appartments, door number 135!" where Robin's exact words. He picked up a handfull of snow, and packed it into a snowball. He looked over at a window, and threw it. Because he was across the street, it hit a parked car, and the car's alarm went of. Amon swore, and ran across the street, looking up at the appartment building.
Amon packed another snow ball, and threw it genly at a close-by window, and ran a safe distance away.
Robin was still listening to her old diary entries when a snowball hit her window. Robin walked over to her window, and threw it open, looking for whoever threw the snowball. One of her tapes fell off the window sill, and onto the snowy ground below.
"My tape!" Robin cried, trying to reach for it, but it was out of her short arm-length. Robin closed her window, and ran outside. She searched all around the outside of her window, but there was just an imprint of where the tape had been, and a pair of footprints walking past the window.
Amon sat alone in his black bedroom, holding a tape that he saw Robin drop from her bedroom window. He knew that it was wrong to steal from her, but he was planning on giving it back, after he listened to it first.
He pushed the white tape into his boombox, and pressed play. Robin's clear, youthful voice came out of the soundspeekers. Her voice told Amon about youthful adventures around her appartment and block. Then, finally, he heard her telling her diary about meeting a cute teenager by the name of Amon who brough her back to her appartment. Amon stopped the tape there, and poped it out.
"I just don't know what to do..." Amon sighed, placing the tape under his pillow before he fell asleep.
10 years later, when Amon and Robin met again, Robin had long since forgoten the tape. However, Amon never forgot. He still slept with the tape under his pillow, and he sometimes listened to it.
Let it Snow...
-Extra Scroll Two End-
Um, sry for taking this page down... stupid site...
Anyways... thank you for all of the nice reviews! I know that Amon is acting OOC... that's because I beleive that when he's young, he's nicer than when he's older.
If you liked this story, then you might enjoy some of my other stories! Please read them!
I might not write another scroll for this... but you never know with an unstable mind like mine...
Jewles
