Stupid rules were made for breaking, and honest promises were made for keeping
Had to type the title whole in here cause it wouldn't fit
Nonsense: Oh the story is getting so sad : I'm sorry :D
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON
"Sora?" Hikari slowly let the knob on the door turn back to it's original position. There as an eerie silence in the boring, white hospital room. Then the steady breathing of someone on the bed. Hikari made her way over slowly, watching the soft rise-and-fall movement. A black-haired head turned to face her with a tired composure.
"Hikari? What are you doing here?" The voice was weak and soft, and Hikari had to strain her ears to hear her.
"I came to visit you," Hikari's hand shook as she held out the homemade get-well-soon card. In a green crayon she drew, with great care, a drawing of two friends playing together. Sore smiled slowly, her face was extremely pale.
"Thank you Hikari," She tried her hardest to grin like she usually did. But instead she sighed, and plopped her arm back down on the white sheets, crumpling the card just a little bit.
"It's gong to be really lonely in school," Hikari said quickly, fiddling with her fingers and staring down at the linoleum floor.
"Really? What about Shinji?" Sora smiled, "Tsuki came to visit me and she said you were always playing with him," She looked at Hikari's wrists, a string tied onto each one.
"Did you make a promise with Shinji too?" Hikari's head looked up, watching Sora with curiosity. Sora slowly lifted her wrist to show the string Hikari had tied on her.
"I…"
"Do you remember the promise?" She nodded slowly, and began to cry.
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"Sora-chan! If we want to be best friends forever we should make a promise that we'll never forget!" Sora looked up at her like she was the strangest thing she had ever seen.
"What do you mean?" Sora asked, following Hikari as she skipped off to the art counter. She pulled a long piece of string from the roll and cut it in half.
"What promise should we make?" Sora put her index finger on her chin, tilted her head towards the ceiling and pretended to look as if she was in deep thought.
"Let's promise to finish school together. Then when we get married, we'll be each other's bride's maids," Sora smiled, returning to her usual posture.
"Okay!" Hikari laughed, taking one of the strings and wrapping it around Sora's wrist, then pulling it into the tightest knot she could.
"Now you do the same thing for me," Hikari said, holding her wrist out in front of her. Sora took the string fro Hikari's palm, and wrapped it carefully around her wrist, pulling it into a tight knot.
"Friends forever," Sora said, sticking her pinky out in front of her.
"Best friends," Hikari added, before watching her pinky wrap around Sora's.
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"Sora," Hikari looked up, wiping the tears away with the back of her shirt's sleeve, "Don't break your promise." Sora smiled, and held out her pinky in front of her. Hikari grinned as wide as she could behind the tears, and wrapped her pinky around Sora's.
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"Hikari-chan!" two voices called in unison for Hikari down the hall. She stopped and turned slowly and was nearly run over by Jun and Kengo.
"Happy birthday Hikari-chan," Jun panted, and held out a handful of crumpled dandelions. Hikari smiled.
"Thank yo-?"Kengo interrupted.
"Happy birthday Hikari!" He held out a handmade drawing of a girl with blue hair and a boy with brown hair holding hands, encircled by a giant pink heart.
"Oh, it looks...really neat," Hikari said, smiling nervously, "Thank you." Hikari ran away with the flowers and drawing, and she slipped them into her backpack before anybody else saw. She looked over, and saw shinji sitting on a cushion near the window.
"Shinji!" she shouted, waving from across the room. He looked up and waved back, staring her in the eyes and smiling just a little bit.
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Shinji opened his locker, and pulled out his oversized bulky Geometry notebook out, and a piece of light blue paper fell ou of it. He slammed the locker shut, keeping his eyes on the paper. He finally bent down, and picked it up.
"Hi Shinji," A blonde girl waved to him, giving him her most dashing smile. He waved back subconciously, not saying anything. Then the bell rung and he rushe dot his next class. He tok his usualy seat, second to last, middle row. All the students around hm were either busy passing notes, giggling, sleeping, or paying attention. He slipped the blue paper out of his pocket, and slowly opened it and began to read.
Shinji-kun,
Don't you remember when were second graders. When life was easy, and we thought it was hard. Can you remember when you used to think girls were the weirdest things. And the girls thought about you the same way.
When we'd make promises, and tie them around our wrists so we'd never forget. When the only thing that mattered was that we were laughing. And the only thing you cared about was having fun. And friends always listened to
you. When recess was always too short, and reading time was too long. When decisions were made by "eenie-meanie-miny-moe", goodbye only meant until tomorrow. When our mommies would tuck us in. When it was gross to
hold hands with a boy. And you didn't fall so in love with someone you wish you didn't. Don't forget memories, because you'll lose the one thing most precious to you, and you thought you always had. Your childhood.
Remember when we were little,
Hikari-san
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooOOoooO
Bet you didn't expect this kind of ending -shot-
I'm going to write a sequel, or my corpse will probably be mutilated. DD:
I have to anyways, or the story's incomplete. X33
thank you to all my readers, i really love you... I wanted it to connect a little more to my own life, considering the only thing i remember about second grade was that i had a crush on a kid named Alex, and my teacher's name was Ms. Green
Oh and I remembered wheni was majorly sick but my mom made me go to school, and i threw up :X worst day in my childhood life ever.
Hope you never have to throw up in school,
Your author, Ada
P.S.-Keep reading, it's good for your mind :
The world seems better when you are little, doesn't it?