An (Bf): Well Hello and welcome to so far away, this is a story me and my girlfriend whom is the other author are writing. Well we're in a long distance relationship and we wanted to write something together. since we both enjoy kingdom hearts and the sokai ship so naturally it became a story about this ship and long distance relationships.

An (Gf): Hi there! This story means a lot to me and I really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. :)

Sora

High School; the best years of your life. School dances, new friends, countless fun times-yeah, only not. For 16 year old Sora, high school was nothing but torture. Pure torture and nothing else. Every day was exactly the same, and it seemed it would never end. He didn't really have any friends, he did his best to keep to himself. Getting close to people only brought him more pain, and that was the last thing he needed in his life.

It was a typically annoying day for Sora. Like every morning, he had to walk for a half an hour to the bus stop; except today, it was raining. Hard. He arrived at school completely soaked. Perfect.

"Hey, loser, I'm surprised you showed your ugly face today!" Sora heard a voice call from behind him as he was walking down the hall. Dammit, already? I just got here... Sora thought angrily. He tried his best to ignore the voice, but he knew it was pointless.

"Hey I'm talking to you, faggot!" The voice called again. This time it was closer. Sora already knew who it was; the one and only Seifer. He grabbed Sora by the shoulder and spun him around so he could face him.

"Just leave me alone, Seifer. I didn't do anything..." Sora muttered at the bully.

"Yeah, right. We all saw you checking out Namine!" Namine Shannon; Seifer's girlfriend and just another popular girl in school. Sora had no interest in her, Seifer just wanted another reason to beat the life out of Sora.

"No, I wasn't... She's your girlfriend. I don't like her anyway."

"Admit it Sora, or I'll beat the shit out of you again!" Seifer yelled, making all of his friends laugh, encouraging him even more, and causing his lips to form into an evil smirk.

"You're gonna do it anyway, so just do it!" Sora yelled before thinking. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Before he knew it, his face was being slammed against the wall by Seifer, and his stomach punched by Tidus. Kids gathered all around yelling "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Sora just hoped they would finish soon before any teachers came. The last thing he needed today was a call home to his parents...

Someone said something to Seifer, causing him to cease the punching for a second. The small pause gave Sora just enough time to worm his way out of the crowd and into the safety of the classroom. When he finally arrived to the class, he did his best to hide the fact that he had just gotten the shit beaten out of him; he didn't want his teacher noticing. He pulled the sleeves of his worn black hoodie up and tried to wipe some of the blood off of his face. There was no time for him to stop by the bathroom and wipe it off. He pulled the hood over his head, hiding the rest of the bruises on his face with his long brunette hair, and made his way to his seat in the back of the class, slowly sinking into his seat.

He didn't pay attention to the lecture. It was just another boring lesson he had no interest in. Instead, Sora spent all of his time working on a story he was writing. Writing was the only thing that seemed to keep him sane. He could get all of his unspoken feelings and frustrations out through his writing. He posted all of his stories online on an art website, people seemed to like them. It made him and a lot of others happy, so he just kept doing it.

When Sora entered the school cafeteria for lunch, he knew he was in trouble. Seifer and Tidus was staring at him. He reluctantly picked up a small plate of ooze they called food and sat down at a table in the corner, far away from all the other students. He tried to eat, but it didn't take long before Seifer came and shoved his face into the food. Everyone in the cafeteria laughed. Sora got up and tried to leave, but Tidus came with a tray and hit him on the top of his head, biting his lip and sending his teeth through his lower lip. The brunette ran towards the bathroom before anyone else could do more pranks. Sora looked in the mirror and cursed under his breath. His face was littered in small cuts and newly forming bruises. If my parents see this, who knows what they'll do. He sighed and pulled out a small makeup bag from his backpack, cleaned his face and applied makeup to his small wounds, making them less noticeable.

The rest of the school day went by really slowly, but Sora had no more trouble with Seifer or Tidus or the rest of their stupid group. That was good enough for him. It was still raining when he got off the bus, but this time Sora decided to just enjoy the rain. He felt at peace on the walk home, blaring his favorite music and walking slowly in the cool spring rain.

Sora arrived home, and the door was unlocked. Not a good sign. That usually meant his parents were home. He sighed and turned the knob, trying to open the old door as quietly as he could, hoping he could slip upstairs before his parents even noticed him walking in the house.

"Sora? Are you home?" a voice called from the kitchen. Shit. Sora closed his eyes as tightly as he could, dreaming of being anywhere else but here.

"Uh, yeah mom, you need something?" Sora called, his voice shaking.

"Get your ass in here, your dad and I have to talk to you." As they say, heaven can't wait. Sora thought to himself. He threw his dripping wet backpack on the ground, pulled off his equally wet Converse shoes, and made his way to the kitchen. Before he could even speak, he met the glares of his irate parents.
"What the fuck is this?" Sora's dad yelled, throwing a slip of paper onto the kitchen table. Sora's report card.

"It's my report card," Sora answered calmly. His dad grabbed him by the neck and forced him closer to the piece of paper.

"Nice try smart ass. Look closer." There were three A's and two B's. One D.

"I don't understand. I passed all of the classes..." Sora barely chocked out.

"You have a D! No son of mine gets shitty grades like this!"

"I'm sorry... It's just gym class. I- " Sora didn't even get to finish before his father let go of his neck; only to be replaced with a punch to the face. Yet again, his father didn't even take the time to hear him out. Not like he'd care that all of the kids made fun of Sora during gym class... Sora didn't look his dad in the eyes again. Instead he just stared blankly in the other direction, his expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry dad. It won't happen again." Sora muttered at his furious father.

"Damn straight it won't. If I ever see shit like that again, you won't be walking away with such a small bruise! Get your ass up stairs, I don't want to see your face."

Sora did as his father demanded and sadly made his way to his only sanctuary; his room. There he could be alone, get lost in his music and his writing. He could, for a short time, imagine a world where everything was better for him.

He got to his room and slammed the old wooden door. He could still hear his parents angrily talking about him from downstairs.

"That kid is such a...failure, he's...us look bad!" Sora made out his father's voice downstairs. Sora just rolled his eyes and plugged in his headphones. They aren't even worth it. He thought to himself. Just don't think about it. Sora opened his laptop and logged on to his favorite website where he posted all of his stories, the one place he felt accepted. He had tons of new comments on his newest story, new followers, lots of compliments. It made him feel good, but it wasn't enough.

It just wasn't enough. A few tears rolled down Sora's face as he sat staring blankly at the screen in front of him. He wasn't sure what to do, so he scrolled up to the "status" bar on his profile page, and typed a message in.

I've had such a bad day. He started to type into the bar. He bit his lip nervously. I just... Need someone to talk to. I don't even care who it is at this point. Someone? He sat staring at what he typed, hesitant to send it. Nobody's gonna care... He thought. He hesitantly pressed the send button and the status was posted.

He just needed a friend.