Birthday 1985-12-16 Gender
Female Member Since 2003-08-01 Real Name I am Taimou Nami-chan, Hitsuyou no musume!!! But you can just call me Duo, or Nami-chan!
Sunday, July 10, 2005
The Twists of Fate: Chapter One: Part Two
(Well, here we are, it's finally Sunday, and for some reason, i'm not to thrilled about it. Stupid work. Stupid computer. Anyways, it's not a lot, but this will get us a little ways. I can't cut it off right in the middle of something, and if i didn't make this one so short, the whole thing would be to long. Well, you're going to like it! Trust me!)
“Wake up! Wake up! Karrie, wake up!”
I shot up in bed, breathing deeply, my heart pounding in my chest. I closed my eyes as I put my hand to my head, replaying the events of what had just happened.
“Karrie, it was just a dream. Calm down.”
Was it really just a dream? I thought as I looked at my hands. I could feel him, I could touch him, and I felt his breath.
“Come on, now. You’ll be late for school.”
School! Oh, school! Maybe it was just a dream. Or maybe it was real and this is just a dream of my memories before I die. What was reality?? What was the truth???
“Mom!” I yelled, frightening her to some extent. “What’s today?’
“It’s Wednesday, Karen.” She said as she smiled at me. “Don’t you remember? Your concert’s tonight.”
“Oh.” The thought calmed me within the instant that it left her lips. My concert was tonight, and I knew it was going to be fun. I looked over at mom and smiled, as I leaned forward to give her a hug. “Thank you,” I said.
“For what?” she asked as she hugged me back.
“Just for,” was my reply. I couldn’t tell her the truth of what just happened. I guess it comes from being “chosen.”
I watched mom leave the room, as I stretched and slowly made my way out of bed. Man, it’s still too early to be waking up. I hate waking up before the sun does. It’s not fair. “You have to wake up early, sweetie. You’ve got a long walk to school. You don’t want to be late now do you?” Mom’s voice echoed in my head as I walked over to my clothes that Mom had washed for me the night before. There they sat, my school uniform. Anything but ordinary. I took off my pajamas, and slipped on my blue pleated skirt, the bottom trim reached to my thigh, and then popped my head through my shirt, a white sailor-like suit, trimmed in blue, with a small blue bow in the front. I brushed the hair out of my shirt, and proceeded to comb it. I was always afraid that my small plastic comb would break off in my long, wavy brown hair, but always felt relieved when it came out of the adventure within my hair safely. I looked around my room at my closet as I put on my blue school socks that went up to my shin, and hurriedly put on my school shoes. There, hanging on the door was my groups’ clothes. At the end of the day I would be wearing those clothes. I was already starting to feel the rush. I took a breath to calm myself as I grabbed my book bag, and headed down the stairs, to grab some breakfast. “Thanks Mom!” I said as I kissed her goodbye, scraped up my books that where sitting on the table, and ran out the door into the street.