New story! Hehe! Watch me not finish this lols! Please r+r! Thanks ^^
I made a lot of changes to CCS -.-;;
-Sakura is in highschool.
-She moves to New York City for the year.
-She has a younger brother; Min.
Etc. I can't spoil the whole story like this!
IMPRINTED SCARS
[Introduction]
6th of September 2003
I couldn't sleep last night. I was waiting for school to start. I am probably the only one in the world who likes school. I was just too happy. During the summer, I was bored out of my wits. I wanted to see my friends again. I wanted to be busy, to help me get things off my mind. And I had a lot to forget. Funny how I am not in a mental institute already. If anyone asks me to go, I would. Anything to get rid of my parents. God, I hate them.
They say high school is a big step. More like sad. High school is not as overwhelming as I assumed it to be. Sure, Tucii is a gigantic school. I mean, hugely huge. Well, it is a no-brainer. Being the best high school in Rosenfield and ranked as one of the top schools in the country, it HAS to be big. It is one of those buildings you gawk at and dream about attending it one day. The school is a little annoying though. Ten floors are too much, especially for those unfournate innocents who have to get from the first floor to the tenth. I am one of them. Lovely lovely. You are only allowed four minutes to get on four escalators and climb up a flight of stairs. Oh yeah, I am always early to my class (har har har). Then sometimes, the secalators do not even work! (Someone stole the key to operate them, copied them and sold them to other fellow students. Brilliant. Leave it to teenagers to turn off the escalator as often as they like.)
Inside, the walls are plastered with these tan tiles. Looks like some one went to the beach and made sand castles all over the school. Above you, there is about eight feet of empty space and a white, white ceiling. (I must admitt... It looks awfully pretty when you are stuck in some physics class.) The floor is interesting too. It has all these weird shapes and designs. You would think it would actually be some abstract art only the nerds would know. The colors are always the same in this school; either black, tan, green or gray. Why not blue? There are escalators on the even floors to go to the next even floor and the same with the odd floors. Why not an escalator on each floor? God, it would save so much time before we die of old age. I bet you one-half of our youthful lives has been spent waiting up those mad slow contraptions. Elevators are only for those with an injury. I hope I break my leg going down the stairs. That would be heaven.
One of the greatest thing about the school: it is far, far, far away from my pesty parents. My mom would always stare at the window to see me walking home, since my middle school was about half a block away from my house. She could see it all like a hawk. More like a vulture when I think about it. She would yell at me constantly. Her favorite question: " Why do you walk with that boy?" That boy happened to be my first, true love. She destroyed it.enjoyed it. She told me that "things" could happen. She told me I'll get "carried" away. I wanted to puke in her face. Now who has the perverted mind?
I know what to do when things happens. I know what is right and what is wrong. I know. Not like I am stupid. She can yell at me and say I am stupid. But I am not.
She thinks I know nothing compared to her. She thinks she is perfect. She thinks I'm too "unexperienced" and that she has lived on this planet longer than I have. She has but, people can always make mistakes. She is a total hypocrite. She tells me I should respect her. Then tell me then, mom, what is this nonsense about calling me worthless? An idiot? That I shouldn't have been born? And how you want to abandon me? Are you the only one to be respected and me dissed? You tell me to not to distract people on the phone. Thanks for yelling at me when I'm talking to my friend. I was so flattered. Then, it's never talk at the dinner table. Is that your chewed up piece of steak on top of the casserole? I'm full, not thanks. Well, now I'm in high school, she won't have her eyes always on me no more. I can do what I want. I can finally have my freedom.
My dad? He is just like a puppet. He gets manipulated. My mom is the master puppeteer. Whatever my mom says, yeah, that's right. My mom is the "man" in this family. A dictator. Dad is just one of her loyal servants. It is so sad. Really it is. No one stands up for themselves in this household;no one tries to tell her she is wrong. Only me. And then, I'm punished.
Sometimes I wish I was a different person. Like today, for example, my friends and I were eating at Mickie D's. Kari and Melody kinda ignored me a little. I didn't really mind but suddenly, Kari asked me a question.
"If you were to change anything about, what would you change?" She was holding a fry mid-air and a burger in the other. She looked like a balance beam.
I wanted to say everything. My eyebrows, my nose, my lips, my legs, my hair, my hands. How would they understand? Especially Kari. She was the "cute" one. The one that was short. The one that had tang tops, the long black hair. Melody was always confident about her looks. So not me.I just looked at her weird and said, "Huh? What a weird question". I shrugged and Melody just continued to munch on her fries. We all had fries. We got hyper on them.
"I wish to be five foot three." We laughed together; Kari did need to grow a couple of more inches. At least, she was honest. When we stopped giggling like maniacs, I really wished.
Okay, Mr. Johnson. What did I learn today? My little brother is gay. Poor me.
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Just an intro so it's short lols.
-Sakura is in highschool.
-She moves to New York City for the year.
-She has a younger brother; Min.
Etc. I can't spoil the whole story like this!
IMPRINTED SCARS
[Introduction]
6th of September 2003
I couldn't sleep last night. I was waiting for school to start. I am probably the only one in the world who likes school. I was just too happy. During the summer, I was bored out of my wits. I wanted to see my friends again. I wanted to be busy, to help me get things off my mind. And I had a lot to forget. Funny how I am not in a mental institute already. If anyone asks me to go, I would. Anything to get rid of my parents. God, I hate them.
They say high school is a big step. More like sad. High school is not as overwhelming as I assumed it to be. Sure, Tucii is a gigantic school. I mean, hugely huge. Well, it is a no-brainer. Being the best high school in Rosenfield and ranked as one of the top schools in the country, it HAS to be big. It is one of those buildings you gawk at and dream about attending it one day. The school is a little annoying though. Ten floors are too much, especially for those unfournate innocents who have to get from the first floor to the tenth. I am one of them. Lovely lovely. You are only allowed four minutes to get on four escalators and climb up a flight of stairs. Oh yeah, I am always early to my class (har har har). Then sometimes, the secalators do not even work! (Someone stole the key to operate them, copied them and sold them to other fellow students. Brilliant. Leave it to teenagers to turn off the escalator as often as they like.)
Inside, the walls are plastered with these tan tiles. Looks like some one went to the beach and made sand castles all over the school. Above you, there is about eight feet of empty space and a white, white ceiling. (I must admitt... It looks awfully pretty when you are stuck in some physics class.) The floor is interesting too. It has all these weird shapes and designs. You would think it would actually be some abstract art only the nerds would know. The colors are always the same in this school; either black, tan, green or gray. Why not blue? There are escalators on the even floors to go to the next even floor and the same with the odd floors. Why not an escalator on each floor? God, it would save so much time before we die of old age. I bet you one-half of our youthful lives has been spent waiting up those mad slow contraptions. Elevators are only for those with an injury. I hope I break my leg going down the stairs. That would be heaven.
One of the greatest thing about the school: it is far, far, far away from my pesty parents. My mom would always stare at the window to see me walking home, since my middle school was about half a block away from my house. She could see it all like a hawk. More like a vulture when I think about it. She would yell at me constantly. Her favorite question: " Why do you walk with that boy?" That boy happened to be my first, true love. She destroyed it.enjoyed it. She told me that "things" could happen. She told me I'll get "carried" away. I wanted to puke in her face. Now who has the perverted mind?
I know what to do when things happens. I know what is right and what is wrong. I know. Not like I am stupid. She can yell at me and say I am stupid. But I am not.
She thinks I know nothing compared to her. She thinks she is perfect. She thinks I'm too "unexperienced" and that she has lived on this planet longer than I have. She has but, people can always make mistakes. She is a total hypocrite. She tells me I should respect her. Then tell me then, mom, what is this nonsense about calling me worthless? An idiot? That I shouldn't have been born? And how you want to abandon me? Are you the only one to be respected and me dissed? You tell me to not to distract people on the phone. Thanks for yelling at me when I'm talking to my friend. I was so flattered. Then, it's never talk at the dinner table. Is that your chewed up piece of steak on top of the casserole? I'm full, not thanks. Well, now I'm in high school, she won't have her eyes always on me no more. I can do what I want. I can finally have my freedom.
My dad? He is just like a puppet. He gets manipulated. My mom is the master puppeteer. Whatever my mom says, yeah, that's right. My mom is the "man" in this family. A dictator. Dad is just one of her loyal servants. It is so sad. Really it is. No one stands up for themselves in this household;no one tries to tell her she is wrong. Only me. And then, I'm punished.
Sometimes I wish I was a different person. Like today, for example, my friends and I were eating at Mickie D's. Kari and Melody kinda ignored me a little. I didn't really mind but suddenly, Kari asked me a question.
"If you were to change anything about, what would you change?" She was holding a fry mid-air and a burger in the other. She looked like a balance beam.
I wanted to say everything. My eyebrows, my nose, my lips, my legs, my hair, my hands. How would they understand? Especially Kari. She was the "cute" one. The one that was short. The one that had tang tops, the long black hair. Melody was always confident about her looks. So not me.I just looked at her weird and said, "Huh? What a weird question". I shrugged and Melody just continued to munch on her fries. We all had fries. We got hyper on them.
"I wish to be five foot three." We laughed together; Kari did need to grow a couple of more inches. At least, she was honest. When we stopped giggling like maniacs, I really wished.
Okay, Mr. Johnson. What did I learn today? My little brother is gay. Poor me.
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Just an intro so it's short lols.