Well this is not really a fan fic, but it is still a fictional story I made so I figured I should post it here.
And its my first story so please dont flame me that bad. Thank u
Well I here it is.
And It's the first two chapters cuz the first one is really short.
Complete Story On Pg. 14 - Plz Go There! ^-^
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Chapter 1 ~ The Beginning
Hi, my name is Sakura. Which means cherry blossoms in Japanese. I have shoulder length brown hair, but it looks red because I have 50,000 red streaks in it. I wear black cloths most of the time and I’m almost 16 years old. Oh and just so you know I’m not even near being Japanese. See my mom was obsessed with anything and everything that had to do with Japan. She said she would take me there one day, but now she can’t. You know why? Because about a month ago she died in a car crash. So now I have to move in with my father who I haven’t seen or talked to since I was 5. (Some great dad huh?) So today I start my new life. With a new school, and a new home.
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Chapter 2 ~ The Meeting
I got out of the cab with the social working that was “taking care of me” for the time being, and you wont believe what I saw.
His apartment wasn’t even big enough for a mouse!
It was horrible!!!!!!!!
Oh my god
You couldn’t even imagine how small it was.
And I was just looking at the outside.
I couldn’t even imagine what the inside would look like.
And the next thing I knew I was at the door of that apartment with the social worker.
“Hello, I have someone here who is very eager to meet you!” the social worker said as she opened the door.
I glared at her in a way that said; Yea right, I really wanna meet the man who ignored me for half my life.
And then I heard him say,“Hi both of you come in.”
But before he even finished that sentence the social worker handed me my bags and ran off to the cab as fast as she could.
“Great” I thought.
I walked into the apartment and you know how small I thought it was outside?
Well the inside made the outside view seem big.
The kitchen, dining room, living room and bathroom were all in one room. Put together. There was a bedroom about the size of a walk in closet in the back.
And there was no way I was staying there.
So after about an hour of staring at each other, the floor and the ceiling.
I finally built up enough nerve to talk to him without completely going off about how ridiculously small his apartment was.
But sadly the amount of nerve I spent an hour of my life building up was only enough for a polite “Hi.”
And 5 seconds after that hi I went into lala land (a place I often visit) and started thinking about how I never had any trouble talking to Mom. Like never. We always had something to talk about. She was my best friend and I was her’s. And then he talked which ended my trip to lala land pretty quick.
He said, “Hi, um are you hungry? Do you want something to drink or anything?”
I said no even though I was starving.
I didn’t like it there and I figured tomorrow I’d get both something to eat and I would tell him that he needed to find a bigger apartment.
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Tell me what u think -Cuz if u guys like it I'll write some more chapters and if u dont then well I won't.
And I know there's not much dialog.
I'll put more in the next chap I swear.
And I also realize that the chapters are not that long, I'm working on that too.
And its my first story so please dont flame me that bad. Thank u
Well I here it is.
And It's the first two chapters cuz the first one is really short.
Complete Story On Pg. 14 - Plz Go There! ^-^
*****************************************************************
Chapter 1 ~ The Beginning
Hi, my name is Sakura. Which means cherry blossoms in Japanese. I have shoulder length brown hair, but it looks red because I have 50,000 red streaks in it. I wear black cloths most of the time and I’m almost 16 years old. Oh and just so you know I’m not even near being Japanese. See my mom was obsessed with anything and everything that had to do with Japan. She said she would take me there one day, but now she can’t. You know why? Because about a month ago she died in a car crash. So now I have to move in with my father who I haven’t seen or talked to since I was 5. (Some great dad huh?) So today I start my new life. With a new school, and a new home.
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Chapter 2 ~ The Meeting
I got out of the cab with the social working that was “taking care of me” for the time being, and you wont believe what I saw.
His apartment wasn’t even big enough for a mouse!
It was horrible!!!!!!!!
Oh my god
You couldn’t even imagine how small it was.
And I was just looking at the outside.
I couldn’t even imagine what the inside would look like.
And the next thing I knew I was at the door of that apartment with the social worker.
“Hello, I have someone here who is very eager to meet you!” the social worker said as she opened the door.
I glared at her in a way that said; Yea right, I really wanna meet the man who ignored me for half my life.
And then I heard him say,“Hi both of you come in.”
But before he even finished that sentence the social worker handed me my bags and ran off to the cab as fast as she could.
“Great” I thought.
I walked into the apartment and you know how small I thought it was outside?
Well the inside made the outside view seem big.
The kitchen, dining room, living room and bathroom were all in one room. Put together. There was a bedroom about the size of a walk in closet in the back.
And there was no way I was staying there.
So after about an hour of staring at each other, the floor and the ceiling.
I finally built up enough nerve to talk to him without completely going off about how ridiculously small his apartment was.
But sadly the amount of nerve I spent an hour of my life building up was only enough for a polite “Hi.”
And 5 seconds after that hi I went into lala land (a place I often visit) and started thinking about how I never had any trouble talking to Mom. Like never. We always had something to talk about. She was my best friend and I was her’s. And then he talked which ended my trip to lala land pretty quick.
He said, “Hi, um are you hungry? Do you want something to drink or anything?”
I said no even though I was starving.
I didn’t like it there and I figured tomorrow I’d get both something to eat and I would tell him that he needed to find a bigger apartment.
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Tell me what u think -Cuz if u guys like it I'll write some more chapters and if u dont then well I won't.
And I know there's not much dialog.
I'll put more in the next chap I swear.
And I also realize that the chapters are not that long, I'm working on that too.
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