A/N:
Okay guys, Hiroshima is something that actually means something to me. The story may be random, but I think that everyone should feel a bit of sadness on this particular day (or tomorrow for you damn Yankee's).
So yeah. Feel free to say what you want, I don't care.
Disclaimer: Hiroshima actually happened. But I don't own it. (wtf?)
The sun raised upon the horizon in Japan; another day had begun. As light crept over the trees and hills surrounding one particular house in the woods, one Mr. Kitten was already awake and staring from the roof into the distance.
'Dammit!' He seethed, from within his mind. 'She's gonna make me go to that ceremony, aint she? How am I gonna get outta this one?'
The sounds of one brown haired girl downstairs popped the thought bubble around his head. He jumped off the roof and made it his duty to question her about the happenings of this certain day, for a certain someone.
"Hey," came the monotonous welcome from the orange haired teen. "What are we doing today?"
She jumped a little; wasn't it just a bit to early in the morning to be questioning everything the day would hold in store for them? Then the realization hit her of what he was basically asking.
"Oh, we'll be going to the Hiroshima ceremony! Remember, it's being held in the town square, where that giant TV lives. Have you ever seen it before? I'm so excited!"
He rolled his eyes; she obviously hadn't seen the TV as much as anyone else. Although, he couldn't really talk. He'd only seen it once.
"Ah, crap… why does anyone care about that? It happened over 60 years ago, so why does anyone care now? It's just stupid and a waste of everyone's time. So stuff it, I aint going"
The brown girl thought about what her friend has just said. He still seemed be to standing there, as if he wanted her to talk him into it. She smiled and began.
"You know, I think everyone should go today to give remembrance to the thousands of people who died in Hiroshima on this exact day. Not only that, but all the people who still die there from radiation poisoning, every single day. Of course as well, you have Nagasaki, but that's a few months away," She paused and waited for some noise to come. An insult, a rude remark. But none came.
"Hmm." Was the reply she got.
"We're very lucky we don't live in a place like that," She continued. "We live where none of us will die from something that happened, as you said, 60 odd years ago. We make paper cranes at school to decorate the walls, not only because they look nice, but because they symbolize what happened that day. Do you remember the book we read, called Sadako?"
His head turned and he looked away. "Yeah. I remember,"
Sadako was born only a few years before the bombings… she and her family survived. But she had contracted the Leukemia, better known as 'the curse of the bomb'. She fell very ill, so her friend made her a paper crane. "Sadako," She said. "If you make 1 thousand of these, you will get better!". So Sadako began to make them. She died, a little while later, with only a few hundred cranes to go. Her friends made the last for her, and she got buried with them. For now, in memory, Sadako has a statue, in which people hang paper cranes so no one ever forgets, the little girl who died of such an unfortunate disease.
The brown haired girl watched as he swirled around on his heels and walked towards the door. He grabbed his jacket and turned towards her.
"I'll see you there in say, an hour?"
She smiled and nodded as he walked out the door.
A/N:
Like my retelling of the story? We read that in class on Friday. Yay.
POOR SADAKO.