A/N: Hello this is my first story, and it wouldn't be here without DimensionBlade, the person who challenged me to write something and helped my edit this. In the authors' notes, I will answer questions you have about the story and such. Now without further adieu, enjoy.
It's not easy.
I hate choices...
My family expected so much out of me, yet I could give nothing. My father would get home late, we would argue for a while.
Then my sister, if she was home, would comfort me. But what could I do to return the favor?
Nothing.
I felt the need to become better, to show my father, so I would retreat to my quarters and study all night. I ended up convincing him to let me go to Beacon, that was where I met my first true friends: Ruby, Yang, Blake. Although we got off to a rough start, take for an example, blowing up in front of the school, and the constant annoyances of Jaune trying to swoon me, to which I shut him down every time.
There at Beacon I found out, not everything is based on skill. Although at the start it was difficult, my friends helped me through it. Yang helped me "loosen up a little." Ruby helped me recognize that age doesn't matter when it came to skill, and Blake helped me realize to judge people by who they are, and not by their looks.
We all had our fair share of problems, such as Yang's search for her mother, and Blake's past with the White Fang. If we had not tackled those problems together, we would have never made it. Being with them, having those friends, spending time away from family problems, and being happy . . . Was all a choice, a choice that I made. Whether or not it was the right choice, who knows? But I was happy, and so were they. But like everything, it had to have an end. And everything just faded away one day...
"Once again,"
I was left with a choice,
"It's not easy . . ."
To live, or die?
"Being the last person alive on Remnant."