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Solar POV:
I was in speech class. I always had to go here because i did not communacate enough with other people. They had me write true stories and things about myself and perform them infront of high classmen. Including...Him. He was there sitting in a seat next to the window. Looking uninterested in anything at all. As of the other students they all we talking happily.
I sat down at my seat in front of the class looking down away from others. Why they made me do this was stupid. I was good at everything here...i just didn't like to talk... Even worse they will all see my bruise and suspious thoughts will be raised. Questions investagations...i can't handle that kind of thing..not anymore.
I looked down at my paper...the assignment was suppose to be about a life story...someone real. Most perfered to about yourself. I told my teacher that i was writing about a friend i used to know. But that is a lie. It's really about me...
"Alright students please calm down and everyone be seated." our teacher said and every sat down. I breifly looked at the other students seeing as i was the last. "our presenttation today is our students telling a story about themselves..or someone very close to them...please welcome our first student." he said and everyone clapped and he began his story.
I watched as the classmates ignored him and just stared at him as he stuttered through his story. Then i looked at him..Light Yagami... He was still looking out the window. Nothing interesting him. he looked almost lonley. I narrowed my eyes at him and the story ended and the next one began. Only two more people before me.....I cought myself staring at him again. He interested me to some times. Like why was it that he was interested in someone like me? I was just a girl from recon distract. No one liked me or talked to me. I was a no body. From the day i was born.
The story ended and the next began. I was up next and i could see Light's eyes drifting over here. When i saw Light Yagamis eyes i couldn't explain them. They seemed understanding and yet...godlike OUr eyes met and i think he saw curiosity in mine to. The story ended and i stood up not leaving Light's eyes.
I looked at all the students ignoring me and i started talking. "Hello i'm Solar Tredmen. I wrote this story about someone close to me...this is about her and her older sisters life." I cleared my throat slightly as i began my story.
"Once there was a young women who lived in America. Her lives dream was to be in Japan and go to collage there. When she raised enough money it was possible. So when she was 24 she moved to Shinjuku and began collage life. But during the good times she met a man. He went by the name of Kai." I stopped myself from using my last name. The two fell madly in love and the women dropped out of Collage when she found out she was pregnant. Like all pregnancies go she had her first child 8 months later. Their child was a beautiful girl named Kimmy. She was always a good child. She never cried. She never yelled or screamed. She was the perfect child. The happy couple only hoped that there second child was the same blessing. But sadly...when there second child was born she was the oppisite of her sister. She screamed and ran around. She never calmed down. She was always doing everything wrong. She was so horrible it drove her father into insanity....Soon she was as quite as a mouse. Afriad of the world she had seen from her father. The abuse taken onto her body strained it to the point that she nearly died three times. But her body forced itself to stay alive. It just kept waking up. Soon she came to a point at the age of six if it would be okay if she tried to kill herself. Her mental capasity talking it's toll.
But she seemed to have one thing that kept her alive. That thing was a person. Her older sister Kimmy. She supported her. Protected her sometimes when she wasn't to scared to come out of hiding. But all that she knew was that Kimmy loved her and that stopped her everytime from killing her broken body after every beating.
But then it had to happen....Their mother could no longer stand the hate she felt towards her second child for destroying her marriage. Causing her husband to be abusive to her and her first child. So one day she left them all. Even her oldest. She went back to America and didn't look back as her two kids begged to go with her. But her heart was to cruel and she left them with that abusive man. Then it was only a couple of days later when Kimmy was taken away also. Taken by the abuse that the second child caused.
Kimmy was tossed out a window in front of her. The childs life went away then. Her broken body now held only a broken mind and a broken heart. She could only ask herself..'Do i have anything now?' and she always thought no. Well she still thinks no. I looked up to see people staring at me but the one person to catch my eye was Light. He seemed interested as they clapped for me and we were congradulated. We couldn't move our gazes. We were so interested in one another and yet afraid to find out what we wanted to know. Even though i don't know why he was interested. It's not my story its hers...
I was in speech class. I always had to go here because i did not communacate enough with other people. They had me write true stories and things about myself and perform them infront of high classmen. Including...Him. He was there sitting in a seat next to the window. Looking uninterested in anything at all. As of the other students they all we talking happily.
I sat down at my seat in front of the class looking down away from others. Why they made me do this was stupid. I was good at everything here...i just didn't like to talk... Even worse they will all see my bruise and suspious thoughts will be raised. Questions investagations...i can't handle that kind of thing..not anymore.
I looked down at my paper...the assignment was suppose to be about a life story...someone real. Most perfered to about yourself. I told my teacher that i was writing about a friend i used to know. But that is a lie. It's really about me...
"Alright students please calm down and everyone be seated." our teacher said and every sat down. I breifly looked at the other students seeing as i was the last. "our presenttation today is our students telling a story about themselves..or someone very close to them...please welcome our first student." he said and everyone clapped and he began his story.
I watched as the classmates ignored him and just stared at him as he stuttered through his story. Then i looked at him..Light Yagami... He was still looking out the window. Nothing interesting him. he looked almost lonley. I narrowed my eyes at him and the story ended and the next one began. Only two more people before me.....I cought myself staring at him again. He interested me to some times. Like why was it that he was interested in someone like me? I was just a girl from recon distract. No one liked me or talked to me. I was a no body. From the day i was born.
The story ended and the next began. I was up next and i could see Light's eyes drifting over here. When i saw Light Yagamis eyes i couldn't explain them. They seemed understanding and yet...godlike OUr eyes met and i think he saw curiosity in mine to. The story ended and i stood up not leaving Light's eyes.
I looked at all the students ignoring me and i started talking. "Hello i'm Solar Tredmen. I wrote this story about someone close to me...this is about her and her older sisters life." I cleared my throat slightly as i began my story.
"Once there was a young women who lived in America. Her lives dream was to be in Japan and go to collage there. When she raised enough money it was possible. So when she was 24 she moved to Shinjuku and began collage life. But during the good times she met a man. He went by the name of Kai." I stopped myself from using my last name. The two fell madly in love and the women dropped out of Collage when she found out she was pregnant. Like all pregnancies go she had her first child 8 months later. Their child was a beautiful girl named Kimmy. She was always a good child. She never cried. She never yelled or screamed. She was the perfect child. The happy couple only hoped that there second child was the same blessing. But sadly...when there second child was born she was the oppisite of her sister. She screamed and ran around. She never calmed down. She was always doing everything wrong. She was so horrible it drove her father into insanity....Soon she was as quite as a mouse. Afriad of the world she had seen from her father. The abuse taken onto her body strained it to the point that she nearly died three times. But her body forced itself to stay alive. It just kept waking up. Soon she came to a point at the age of six if it would be okay if she tried to kill herself. Her mental capasity talking it's toll.
But she seemed to have one thing that kept her alive. That thing was a person. Her older sister Kimmy. She supported her. Protected her sometimes when she wasn't to scared to come out of hiding. But all that she knew was that Kimmy loved her and that stopped her everytime from killing her broken body after every beating.
But then it had to happen....Their mother could no longer stand the hate she felt towards her second child for destroying her marriage. Causing her husband to be abusive to her and her first child. So one day she left them all. Even her oldest. She went back to America and didn't look back as her two kids begged to go with her. But her heart was to cruel and she left them with that abusive man. Then it was only a couple of days later when Kimmy was taken away also. Taken by the abuse that the second child caused.
Kimmy was tossed out a window in front of her. The childs life went away then. Her broken body now held only a broken mind and a broken heart. She could only ask herself..'Do i have anything now?' and she always thought no. Well she still thinks no. I looked up to see people staring at me but the one person to catch my eye was Light. He seemed interested as they clapped for me and we were congradulated. We couldn't move our gazes. We were so interested in one another and yet afraid to find out what we wanted to know. Even though i don't know why he was interested. It's not my story its hers...
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