- Location
- The Land of Many Bregrets
I was born Sakura Kokoro on the 25th of December, 1998, with pink hair. The universe has been after me ever since.
When I was six, my memory still developing, my mother left us in tears. She said it would further my character development. My father offered to hire some abusive grandparents, but I declined.
The childhood friends I made when I was 10 all mysteriously moved away. One I believe went to France.
When I was 13, a sword threw itself up out of a lake. I handed it in to Lost and Found.
I am now 15. I have thus far avoided three claims of secret legacies, two mysterious amulets that fell out of the sky, four foreign princes seeking my hand in marriage and 17 small, sentient furry animals that are capable of human communication. I have, thus far, succeeded in preserving my ordinary life.
In ten weeks, I will be turning 16. For the defence of my ordinary life, I must be ready.
When I wake up, the sun is shining through the windows; a cloudless day under a bright blue sky. There are no additional moons, floating godlike figures or alien spaceships hanging above. Good. This is a good start to the day.
Coming down to breakfast, I naturally find my father absent. It's not as if we aren't father and daughter; we still exchange Christmas cards every once in a while. It's just safer for him if he stays a distant figure in a foreign country. I have no other secret brothers or sisters that I'm aware of at this moment; this is an empty house, apart from me.
On the news, there's something about another dimensional rift opening up in the South Pacific. The mecha are being deployed already. I finish my orange juice and disregard the toast; I don't feel like running to school today.
I tap my finger, watching out of the window. Monday. The first day of the week. When things happen, they tend to happen on a Monday. With that in mind, I should probably...
[] Dig out the body armour, just in case.
[] Bring all of my emergency burn phones, just in case.
[] Skip. It might actually work this time.
[] If all else fails, pepper spray.
When I was six, my memory still developing, my mother left us in tears. She said it would further my character development. My father offered to hire some abusive grandparents, but I declined.
The childhood friends I made when I was 10 all mysteriously moved away. One I believe went to France.
When I was 13, a sword threw itself up out of a lake. I handed it in to Lost and Found.
I am now 15. I have thus far avoided three claims of secret legacies, two mysterious amulets that fell out of the sky, four foreign princes seeking my hand in marriage and 17 small, sentient furry animals that are capable of human communication. I have, thus far, succeeded in preserving my ordinary life.
In ten weeks, I will be turning 16. For the defence of my ordinary life, I must be ready.
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NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I STILL WON'T BECOME AN ANIME CHARACTER
Ten weeks remain.
Game start!
~=~
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I STILL WON'T BECOME AN ANIME CHARACTER
Ten weeks remain.
Game start!
~=~
When I wake up, the sun is shining through the windows; a cloudless day under a bright blue sky. There are no additional moons, floating godlike figures or alien spaceships hanging above. Good. This is a good start to the day.
Coming down to breakfast, I naturally find my father absent. It's not as if we aren't father and daughter; we still exchange Christmas cards every once in a while. It's just safer for him if he stays a distant figure in a foreign country. I have no other secret brothers or sisters that I'm aware of at this moment; this is an empty house, apart from me.
On the news, there's something about another dimensional rift opening up in the South Pacific. The mecha are being deployed already. I finish my orange juice and disregard the toast; I don't feel like running to school today.
I tap my finger, watching out of the window. Monday. The first day of the week. When things happen, they tend to happen on a Monday. With that in mind, I should probably...
[] Dig out the body armour, just in case.
[] Bring all of my emergency burn phones, just in case.
[] Skip. It might actually work this time.
[] If all else fails, pepper spray.
