Author's Notes: About time I updated. xD Apologies, I've had too much fun in the Mermaid Melody fandom. This time we have Purin.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo mew Mew.
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Chapter Two - Smile
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Hello, everybody.
You might wonder why I'm not speaking in third person or saying 'na no da' at the end of each sentence...
It's all an act.
Purin-chan is the most hyper and fun one, isn't she? That's what you all say. That's what you all believe.
You don't get it, do you? How can anybody be that happy?
Have you ever heard that the happier a person seems to be, the sadder their soul is? It makes sense, doesn't it? If you really thought about it, if you honestly thought about it for more than five minutes. My mother is dead, my father doesn't care, I have to take care of five children everyday and save the world on top of that -
I am twelve years old.
Only twelve years old. So I smile. I smile so that they will leave me alone, I smile so that nobody will pity me. Pity is not a feeling I need. If people pitied me, they might offer help and money...but I don't want it. I don't want to be a burden on other people. It's not their fault that mother died, and it's not their fault that father doesn't care. So it's really not their problem. It touches me that they want to help, but really, I don't want to take their hard-earned money.
But I do want it. I don't want to take it, though...I want to earn it. I want to prove that I can live under these conditions. I don't know who I'm trying to prove something to, or why I need to prove this. Maybe to myself. Maybe I need to reassure myself that everything will be okay in the end. I don't know. I really don't know.
My character seems so simple, doesn't it? That happy yellow monkey girl. Reputation of rarely crying. That good girl, obedient and innocent. So positive...
Has anyone thought about my character this way? An intricate, well designed girl with problems. Problems and self doubt and everything someone at the age of twelve suffers.
But I dare to say I have more issues than just wondering if my figure is too plump or if the boy I like likes me back. I have to keep this happy mask over my face constantly and never let it drop.
I know, eventually it will drop. And I will be seen as what I really am, and nobody will want to even know me.
But until then, I smile.
Smiling,
Fong Purin
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I think I did a good job with that...Next up, Retasu! Meanwhile, R&R!