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Post by AMAMI HINATA CHOU on Jan 3, 2012 22:48:41 GMT -6
     ou could never imagine the pain, loneliness, destruction and utter lack of friendship. It was devastating to know someone this young, could possibly be all by herself. Her parents may of had her best intentions, but really the two of them hadn't a clue, of how their daughter felt. Amami paced herself slowly, a small rock in her hand that she had picked up. Everything around her was silent, mostly because the Asakusa district was always quiet. Well, maybe not always quiet, but to Amami it was usually a quiet area. It was a good place to relax, especially when she was tired of staying inside all the time, and doing nothing but book work. She kept on going, and passed the several shrines, she came upon her favorite one, Asakusa Jinja. A priestess of strange abilities was said to be inside, but Amami didn't bother dealing with the thought. She sighed, her slip on shoes clapping against the stone road. Amami clapped her hands twice, and rung the pray bell, mumbling a bit. She hadn't been to the shrine in years, after becoming sick visiting wasn't an option anymore. Actually doing anything outside, really wasn't an option for her anymore. She bowed and lifted back up, thinking to herself.
"Little far fetched, but praying doesn't hurt..."
Her brown eyes scanned the area, as she began to walk about studying the lovely sky. She looked up for a moment, shielding her face, blowing out a poof of air. She wasn't bored, just felt a bit unsatisfied almost like something was missing. She didn't want to admit it, but she actually wanted to read, but not to worry her parents she left the house. Her books, and lovely lights were her only friends and it would stay like that forever. Shaking her long black hair, Amami walked towards a tree and sat under it.The leaves left just enough shade to sit, relax and possibly read a book, which she took out from her pocket. She had bought several mini versions of her favorite series, and couldn't help but finish up Huckleberry Finn. A little smile fluffed out, but faded once the wind blew and her book opened. Her love for Huckleberry Finn was ecstatic, she truly enjoyed his jokes and couldn't help but be jealous of him, he who had friends. The jealousy faded, as she wobbled up though not before she trembled, lightly and it became more furious. Her doctor called them seizures.
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