The sound of scissors snipping paper was heard through the silent house.

A girl of no more than thirteen sat on the white-carpeted ground of her room. Her mud-brown eyes gazing some-what at the magazine she was cutting up with her dark-brown-black hair tucked behind her ear. A human face of many flaws and a human body of even greater.

On the carpeted ground lay random pictures and titles of shows, books, games, and movies cut out from book covers and magazines. She picked up the purple glue stick and glued them to her small notebook.

Inside of it were pictures of characters and scenery from anime, manga, video games, television shows, and more. 'Why?' someone could ask. For though very reason any lonely person would do, or might not do. Out of the illusion of friendship through imagination. At her private school of phonies and 'clones' as she once said to an acquaintance at school, the people there had personalities for sure, but they were all fake on the inside. Through selfishness she felt as if none could feel the pain she felt in those moments of loneliness. Besides her were several large markers with the spongy part taken out.

Outside she could practice her swordsmanship skills on trees, the field of sunflowers that started with just one seed: now hundreds of sunflowers: spread like an epidemic. And the tetherball she never played with normally. With her false katana or sword made from a metal pole from a broom and a scarf and leather string tied around the handle she sparred every few days, those days were gone now and trodden in the past.

The girl got up and slid the small notebook into the inside pocket of her black sweater. The rumbling of a car was heard coming down the long, black-tarred driveway of her house. Mom and Dad I suppose she thought. Sennyo found her parents in the kitchen drinking their usual coffee with the air of boredom and adulthood hanging around them like a thick fog. "Hey Mom, Dad." she said to them, practically mumbling under her breath. Her mother muttered something or other that sounded like a 'hey'.

"Oh, I got some money for you Sennyo." The mom said handing her a fifty dollar bill. Just to be polite, Sennyo took the money, thanked her, gave a phony smile, and left. All was believed by her mother.

God, I hate being like this. Why am I so afraid of being who I am in front of my own blood? I'm not a phony, I'm just pretending…right?

The teen's smile faded into a sad and bored-with-life expression as she climbed up the stairs. She sighed and collapsed onto her bed letting the fifty dollars drift to the ground. She had perhaps already hundreds of dollars from her parents, they never even took her shopping so what was she to spend all that money on? The brown eyed girl slowly put the money into a box under her large bed. She set her right hand to her right side where the book was hidden and grasped its smooth surface behind the fabric. She took the markers to her right and continuously pressed the button at its end. Rather than the marker tip jutting out, items did. She did this to the remainder of the 'markers' and took the glass of amber liquid off the white, wooden table a few feet from her left. Sennyo set the glass next what popped out of the markers and looked underneath her bed. What she saw in its dark corners made her hearts smile.

An orb of bright radiant light tied with a black and red lace sat in the darkest corner of under her bed. Although she frowned, Sennyo's eyes were glowing and growing with curiosity. A smile lit in her eyes reflecting racing emotions and thoughts, and dreams. She took the tasteless items from the markers and put them in her mouth, then scarfed down the amber-liquid. Her eye-sight lost focus for a few seconds but then returned. With it in her hands she lay upon her neatly-made bed, a strange smile upon her face and an emotion radiating from her in pulses.

"Sore de wa minasan… sayonara." she whispered.

Her hands wrapped around the orb once more and grasped it firmly without hesitation. click