Momiji's Story
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: Well, at least you aren't the other idiot who keeps asking... T.T
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Momiji- Age 7
Momiji peered around the corner, watching his mama. She was in the kitchen, banging pots and pans around. She seemed angry. Momiji didn't remember doing anything that would make her mad. He tried his best to be good for his mama. Then again, over the last year or so, his mama had been angry alot. Every day, it seemed something made her mad, and he would watch from some spot, wondering what had caused her anger.
He heard her mumbling to herself, and crept closer. "I hate myself... No matter how hard I try, I just can't forget it..." She sighed and leaned her head against the counter. Momiji snuck back to the living room, and curled up on the couch. What was his mama talking about? Forget about what? Maybe he would ask he later...
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Hmmmmmm, I'm ever so sorry it took so long to update this! I seem to have this healthy obsession with writing chapters for my other FB fic, Sweet Sunset. (chuckles nervously) anyways, R&R please! Then, for more entertainment from moi, you can read Sweet Sunset, or my Camp Rock fic, Friends 4Ever! Ja ne!