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(Thought I would put SOMETHING in her LJ since you livejournal people are being so dead! XO)
She stared at her reflection between the pond lilies in digust. She felt she could push no farther, it was the end. She could no longer bare the dissapointment in her fathers eyes, the hatred in her sisters heart, the gossip of her family circle. The way they treated her wasn't her concept of family. She felt she could not sit through another tutoring, another lesson, another lecture, another assignment, another formal dinner or speech, another test, so many tests. So many trials. The pressure of society was crushing on her already feeble spirit.
She remembered her first return along with Scotchy. They treated her different then. She wasn't embarassment or humiliation, but happiness and miracle. She regretted running away in fear. If I endured the pain, she thought, I'd never have to be in this position. I'd never come to this end.
Yet, if she hadn't been a coward, she would have never met Saikae she befriended or Oracle she envied, her psycho friend Zeth, or her former love Kansho, Sadaji and Lulu, Sieben or her favorite girl-friend Kami, Jack at the party, Quatringa, Purrzee, Wyndchyme and Juliet, or Fork and Neyre, or her bestfriend she couldn't imagine her life without, Jordaen.
She bitterly wondered where her friends had disappeared to. Her life was ruined because of her love for them, and now they were gone. However, she could not accuse anyone but her self.
Irresponsibly, she lived in and for the moment, and there was no thought of the past or future. She continued to run away, running and running, and now she had met her fate.
She stared hopelessly into the man-made pool of water. She was beginning to think her happiness was only an illusion. Happiness is not forced or controlled. She was never thinking.
There was silence in this secluded area of her garden, save the jubilant song of summer birds, the high-pitched drone of the cicada, and the rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. This was the only one time she was happy to be in solitude.
Her lavender-skyblue eyes swept across the area before turning her back on the world. She took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and fell face-foward into the clear water.
The life of a rebellion was always shortlived.
She stared at her reflection between the pond lilies in digust. She felt she could push no farther, it was the end. She could no longer bare the dissapointment in her fathers eyes, the hatred in her sisters heart, the gossip of her family circle. The way they treated her wasn't her concept of family. She felt she could not sit through another tutoring, another lesson, another lecture, another assignment, another formal dinner or speech, another test, so many tests. So many trials. The pressure of society was crushing on her already feeble spirit.
She remembered her first return along with Scotchy. They treated her different then. She wasn't embarassment or humiliation, but happiness and miracle. She regretted running away in fear. If I endured the pain, she thought, I'd never have to be in this position. I'd never come to this end.
Yet, if she hadn't been a coward, she would have never met Saikae she befriended or Oracle she envied, her psycho friend Zeth, or her former love Kansho, Sadaji and Lulu, Sieben or her favorite girl-friend Kami, Jack at the party, Quatringa, Purrzee, Wyndchyme and Juliet, or Fork and Neyre, or her bestfriend she couldn't imagine her life without, Jordaen.
She bitterly wondered where her friends had disappeared to. Her life was ruined because of her love for them, and now they were gone. However, she could not accuse anyone but her self.
Irresponsibly, she lived in and for the moment, and there was no thought of the past or future. She continued to run away, running and running, and now she had met her fate.
She stared hopelessly into the man-made pool of water. She was beginning to think her happiness was only an illusion. Happiness is not forced or controlled. She was never thinking.
There was silence in this secluded area of her garden, save the jubilant song of summer birds, the high-pitched drone of the cicada, and the rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. This was the only one time she was happy to be in solitude.
Her lavender-skyblue eyes swept across the area before turning her back on the world. She took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and fell face-foward into the clear water.
The life of a rebellion was always shortlived.