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Thursday, 30 August 2007
01:41:44 AM (GMT)
After I got out of the hospital, with a stump where my left arm had been, I knew my
life would never be the same. It had been a few weeks, so that they could get skin
over my cut. I had to get all sorts of shots. I just hoped someone would employ
someone without an arm. You never know. I hailed a taxi, or tried to. I was the only
person here but none of the taxis came around near me. Presently, normal people came
and started hailing taxis. They were all picked up. That was when I knew I was being
shunned for my injury. I tried very hard not to cry, and started walking away. Come
to think of it, there wasn't anywhere I wanted to go. I didn't have any money, my
house was gone, I wouldn't have been accepted into an orphanage, and I didn't know
where my sisters were.
 I haven't told you 'till now, but I live on the outskirts of a big city. Tokyo, to
be exact. I looked a little out of place because I had dyed my hair red-orange. I sat
down against a building and took a breather. I was now in the city, because the
hospital is in the city. Standing up, I continued walking, people trying to be as far
from me as possible. I tried to think of ways for people to think I had two arms. If
only I had wire and bandages. I could have some wire connected to my shoulder
somehow, and then wrap the bandages thickly around it so it looked like my arm was
just broken. But I couldn't do that, so I needed to get some money first. I saw a
shoebox skidding across the road, which was on walk mode. I grinned. Perfect.
 The next day, I had a job-ish thing going on. I was pretending to be a statue. If
you put money in the box I would sing. At first, no one came. So I gave free samples.
"I closed my eyes, threw back the curtain, to see for certain, what I thought I knew.
Far far away, someone was weeping, but the world was sleeping, any dream will do. I
wore my coat, with golden lining, bright colors shining, wonderful and new, and in
the east, the dawn was breaking, and the world was waking, any dream will do. A crash
of drums, a flash of light, my golden coat flew out of sight, the colors faded into
darkness I was left alone."

Comments 
holly_henderson says:   30 August 2007   567538  
cool really good
Hinata_Kitten says:   1 September 2007   441821  
Thanks. ^^ I'm still thinking about what I'm going to have happen.
holly_henderson says:   11 September 2007   825941  
you could meet the of of your life a boy the same age
holly_henderson says:   11 September 2007   113483  
sorry i meant love of your life
Hinata_Kitten says :   14 September 2007   237943  
Hmm...It could happen...

 
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