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Concetta: A girl waits in the shadows; unwanted by the world around her.
Left is she by the family and peers who reprimanded her as their favourite pastime.
In all honesty, she enjoys being left alone in her own, dark little corner.
There she at least had the shadows to keep her company without blaming her for their problems...

Zelos: This is so sad. Please stop before you make somebody depressed!

Concetta: She's glad to be away from those who do not appreciate her.
Nobody understood her; nobody wanted her.
She dreamed, wished, hoped, and prayed for a new life; being told that sometimes those things do come true...
...in a perfect world...

Zelos: Please, stop!

Colette: It's so sad...

Raine: Be quiet! She doesn't get many opportunities to practice her serious writing and she has two poems to get done as soon as possible.

Sheena: Even if she is practicing her writing, it's really sad...

Concetta: Her tears were falling to the floor, making wet spots on the otherwise plain wood.
Not a bed in the room, or a drawer, or a closet.
The only clothing she owned were the ones on her back and could only be washed when nobody else was around.
Her cloths were not to touch anything belonging to any of her family...

Regal: This really is taking on a depressing theme. I shall not stop you, though; you have your freedom of speech.

Lloyd: This passage just reminds me that people still suffer...

Kratos: Hmm... That may well be the point.

Presea: We may be able to save the world but there will still be individuals who suffer... could I possibly have been like that?

Genis: No, Presea, you have us! We're not mad at you! W-w-w-wwe-ee-e we l-l-l-lo-o-v-v-v-e y-y-y-y-y--"

Zelos: Presea, my cute little rosebud, stop thinking like that! You have me, the great Zelos, to keep you company!

Concetta: The separation of a mother and a father,
a mother spiteful and a father who avoids blame; everything is placed on her.
Three siblings; a sister, two brothers -- treated like a slave by all.
Few "friends" turn on her, making her feel more alone.
Looks of pity from the homeless on the streets and the dog who was once loyal to his young master.
What happened to it all?
What happened to her family...
...her life...

Colette: (*crying*) please... it's so sad... please...

Lloyd: You're making Colette cry! Please, stop!

Kratos: Lloyd; do not interfere with her education. Allow her to continue if she so wishes.

Raine: Yes, Lloyd; she's doing this for the good of her education. Please stop interrupting.

Lloyd: Will she be doing this more often?

Raine: Possibly... it depends on the response she gains...

Concetta: She stands; her siblings are off to night school, her parents to drop them off.
This is the only chance she gets to be clean.
Slaves quarters, coated in dust, no cleaning supplies allowed past a certain point.
She stands, a single tear falls into the moonlight cast from the window
at the precise moment the tear fell from her eye, a droplet of light fell from the moon
peering down, she was greeted by the light fabricating into the form of...
...a man...

Zelos: Yeah, a man made of light. Is he from a moon made of cheese?

Raine: BE QUIET! YOU ARE DUMBING-DOWN THE EDUCATIONAL FEEL OF THIS ROOM!

Sheena: You aren't even interested in the passage at all, are you? It's just the fact that there is education involved.

Raine: Heh... that's not it...

Lloyd: The only thing that could make her happier would be if ruins were included.

Genis: Haha, I just thought of something. How often are Lloyd and education both fully attentive in one room?

Sheena: That's it! Lloyd is fully conscious during something educational!

Regal: Is it just me or did the sad nature of this conversation fade.

Kratos: I concur. The nature of this conversation has been derailed and the poem is beginning to lose its meaning.

Raine: How can we fix this, then? Umm... dying puppies.

Colette: (*starts bawling*)

Lloyd: Oh, Colette, stop crying, it's okay.

Concetta: The angel approached, white feathery wings glowing in the night,
Promising a new life to the girl
Refusal, disbelief, and sadness; she had to decline
The offer of a new life was not nearly as desirable as regaining her old life.
"I apologize, but I would rather die than lose my old life and any chance I have at getting it back."
"You're old life will never come back... there is no chance..."
The beautiful angel turned into a demon with the wings of a bat and claws to cut diamond.

Colette: (*still crying**pulls out wings and hugs them self-consciously) Why would such a beautiful angel turn into something so sad.

Concetta: "So be it that girl be dead;"
A spiteful mother who could not accept change.
"She was unworthy"
A cowardly father who could not accept change.
"She was too different;"
A younger brother who could not accept change.
"She didn't belong;"
An older brother who could not accept change.
"She was destined to leave anyways; just not like this..."
An older sister who understood that her sister was meant to be in the family of angels...
...and believed...
A mother who once prayed for an angel child
A father who once prayed that at least one of his children be raised in a better place than he
An younger brother who wanted the best for his family
An older brother who cared endlessly about his two little sisters
An older sister who prayed every night that her sister be accepted by the angels above
Once the angel had come to tell the family that their daughter would be accepted by the heaven and brought to a better world,
all but one sister became jealous.
They all wanted it to be them, or at least their beautiful daughter,
not the one who had inherited all things considered ugly.
They pushed forth the older sister who prayed every night that the heavens not accept her
When the heavens refused the beautiful girl the family shied away from all things heavenly.
The result of this is simple;
A girl waits in the shadows; unwanted by the world around her.
Not knowing what she was waiting for;
Only to let it go...
...losing her perfect world...

Colette: (*crying*) why did she have to die?

Concetta: Wow, that really snowballed, didn't it.

Lloyd: What do you mean?

Concetta: Originally two lines, then a short poem, then a full story.

Regal: Would that be expression of the depths of your mind?

Concetta: Maybe... a mixture of emotion that needed to be EXPRESSED and an idea shoved into the back of my mind.

Raine: Why do you emphasize the word "expressed" so much?

Concetta: Battle of the sexes. Topic; expressing emotion. This is what we spent forty minutes on in class today. These arguments will probably be carried into conversations. More on that later.

Zelos: My masculinity is superior!

Concetta: Grrr...

Random Creepy Voice: FATALITY

Concetta: (*sigh*) I'll grab the life bottles. I'm warning you now, any battle of the sexes will require multiple life bottles.

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