I really shouldn't be updating, because I should be getting ready for my first day of Sophomore year. But here I am, on the computer at 6:30 in the morning, updating. ;D
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Transformation
Before Naminé's very eyes, her life was changing. So rapid, like lightning bolting through the air, so quick and sudden that she didn't expect it.
Unlike lightning, once it started, it didn't fade away. It stayed, and as she ran across the island, desperately calling Sora and Riku's names with tears streaming down her cheeks. She hugged her sketchbook and her crayons closer to her chest, holding them like they were her only lifeline.
Riku wasn't a bad guy – he was a hero, just like Sora. They had to be here somewhere, keeping the raft safe and looking for her the same way she was looking for them.
She found the raft, mangled and broken, with snarls of wood sticking out of the sand.
"No!" She screamed, angry. Angry at the world. Angry at her harsh sobs.
Angry at her life, for the sudden transformation she had never asked for.
