Writing Samples
Third-Person Sample:
"Eh? What's that?"
Ichigo sighed. "A parrot."
Senna stared in through the darkened glass at the bird, hands pressed flat against it. "Do they really have all those colors?"
Frowning, Ichigo replied, "Yeah, of course they do. There're some that are brighter than that."
She couldn't imagine anything brighter than the blue and yellow bird in the window. "Can we go in and see it?"
"The store's closed now; it's almost night after all." He scratched his head distractedly, looking around at the people still hanging around the outside mall. "Anyway, we gotta get going. I need to bring you to Urahara's to answer some questions."
Senna spun around, feet spread wide, and put her hands on her hips. "Nope! That's not fun at all. How about we try that restaurant over there, it's been awhile since dinner anyway." She moved to walk past him, but Ichigo reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Senna."
The scene changed abruptly. She was seven and her little brother had grabbed her arm to ask her to stay inside with him. He was scared and didn't want to be left alone. She wanted to go play. Mom had just died, and she didn't want to stay inside and cry. She wanted to forget. She wanted to play.
The memory vanished, leaving Ichigo looking at her oddly. She grinned, and slid out of his grasp, dancing around him. "C'mon, it'd be fun! Don't you want to hang out with me?"
Ichigo reached out again, but quickly gave up on catching her, and stood still. "Hell. I'd hang out with you if you would just answer some questions first. Who's your captain?"
Senna stood still at attention. "Bor-ing!" She unfroze, jumped on a nearby bench and played at a balancing act on the back of it. "I can't be expected to remember stuff like that."
Ichigo's eyebrow twitched for the seventy-sixth time that day.
She jumped off the bench and twirled around. "Hey! Where could we go to see more parrots? If there's different colors, I want to see them." She stopped and smiled at Ichigo. "It'd be nice, don't ya think?"
Ichigo struggled to stay focused on finding out information. "Maybe. But wouldn't you rather tell me about yourself?"
"Nope! Why talk when we can do stuff? Unless you want to buy me food again."
Ichigo blanched. "You used all my money eating earlier."
"Well then! I guess you're out of luck! Let's go do something."
Ichigo reached out for her once more. "Senna...."
This time when the memory came, she was fourteen. All she wanted to do was go to the party and her mother was so unfair! Her mother wouldn't even tell her not to do something, so Senna could hate her. Her mother would just look at her with pleading eyes, and ask politely. She hated it! It was so unfair of her mother to play on her feelings like that.
"Gah! Man, you're a stick in the mud. Listen, I'll catch you later, okay?" She darted off, intent on finding something interesting to experience.
Ichigo rushed after her, only to lose her in the surrounding crowd. "Senna! Where are you going?"
Her new memory self, the one who ran away looking for a better life at thirteen, agreed with the Senna now. "Away!" She yelled back, giggling.
Away, to somewhere much more fun.
First-Person Sample:
The nurse gave me this journal to write my thoughts in.
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Why wouldn't they paint the walls a different color? White is so boring. Even yellow would be better.
And why are there smiley faces on these shirts? If there are actual murderers and crazy people here, wouldn't the smiley faces make them more upset? I know they're bothering me.
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