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Chapter 1:

Sandstorm


One might say that either she was sad or just quiet. No one can judge without knowing who she was. One might even consider her just someone outta the ordinary. Maybe even someone locked up so in dreams that reality hurt her more and more whenever she had to come to terms with it. She was the brightness my dark world lacked and lacked completely I might add. I needed that light, I was a one woman army what could I say? I was alone even when i wasn't such much alone. Surrounded by people who knew the facade I put up for the rest of the world. Still always and forever alone. you know I never hated thsoe people no, why should I? They were blind i couldn't hate them for that or hate anything for just being misdirected. It was all becuase they all living in a world of pop singers and sexual fantasies. Personally I lived in a world of goth bands and black, bloodied dreams. Yamagi, she was always there always present in a set mood where she was always just happy. Nothing could effect her she was perfection on two legs. Still only a figment of my imagination. Did i suddenly confuse you? I'm sorry dear, my mind is a fickled thing wants one thing but still wanting the next. Yamagi was always happy with what she had nevering wanting more or less. Just being happily bliss to the thoughts of reality. As far as she was concerned I was perfect, I wasn't something that just happened because the world was a fucked up place. I was human more or less to the agreements of those around me, to her I was simply a perfect human being. Yes I'm a mad woman with a fantasy, but what am I suppose to do with a Fantasy so perfect? No, fantasy is such a meaningless word in the eyes of the human race. Now as a correction what am I do to with a perfect being?


~End of Sandstorm~

(Note to anyone who actually takes time to read this: This is something I wanted to right I don't care about flames or rude remarks or anything just speak your mind )

You know when i was reading it. It kind of sounded like you were writting about me for a while. That was kind of shocking and scary at the sametime but also amazed.

(^_^ that is scary, thank you for reading...)

~Nods head and smiles.~ You are welcome.

Chapter 2:

Tsunami Dreams


It was even then people told me I was an idealistic dreamer. Only making up wet fantasies to satisfy my own lonliness. Maybe it was just that, maybe my own lonliness finally got the best of me. Maybe not, but to her...I wasn't some lonely girl asking for attention I was for once, in someones eyes human. Yamagi never did judge those around her falsely she had an uncanny ability to bring out the best in everybody. Good, bad, dark, or optimistic, she never failed to jsut brighten their day. Mine in particular, always. Without fail every morning her face brightened my day, and everynight she granted me the sweetest of dreams. It was llike a fine wine, I couldn't get enough of it. I was drunk on the light Yamagi gave me, the happiness she granted me. She was like a drug, once you had your first taste you never wanted to go back. Still like the old drum of reality beats forever it was reminding me, she's all in your head. What did reality know to begin with? It was out to get me at every twist and turn of my life. I kept telling it, every time it knocked at my door, ''she not a figment of my minds eyes, she's real.'' I could only tell myself that, but some part in me said I was wrong. Maybe it was my mind speaking to me Logic, and my heart spoke to me of truth and dreams. Did someone so perfect really exsist in a world where there is nothing to be perfect about? Could perfection be made outta imperfection? maybe those questions would be answered someday in my lifespan


~End of Tsunami Dreams~

(sorry updates will be few and far between, But i DO update when inspirations just knocks me off my feet. The chapters are short, I'm not one for speaking alot of words. I feel the best story is told in a few words as possible with the best form and structure to make the point, tone and feeling quite clear in those few)

then why be sorry?

Chapter 3:

Hurrican Suprises


In the end I was the one knocking at reality's door. To say the least Reality wasn't too pleased. I had set foot onto the heated cement of the school yard. The wide building forbroading and luming in a bright shadow of sunlight. Only the students knew the horrors that awaited us. Learning, making friends....being social. The very thought made me shiver violently against the warm sun. So there I was trapped in the claw of society. I looked to each side of me and idiots swarmed, the immaturity abundant. Then, as if I were standing in quicksand she stood. A lovely figure against the suns brilliant rays or maybe it wasn't the sun then. Wherever the brightness came from it was radiant. I suddenly was fixed, hooked, love at first sight. Still it wasn't right, so I turned my back on what I'd long to find in all my lonely years. I turned my back to something reality gave me, but said didn't exsist. I walked away from my dreams and my hopes. Thus I walked outta her life and my own life forever.
or so i was lead to believe..then.


~End of Hurrican Surprises~

Why? Because it's the only thing i can be. Without failing.

Chapter 4:

Blizzard Jokes


And it was even as I stepped into the framework of the door that
I couldn't escape from the joke of Reality. Reality was mocking
me, I knew it then as, right next to me the perfect image of Yamagi
sat. Her graceful hand gliding over the paper in perfect strokes.
I stood mesmerized for sometime, how much time had gone that moment,
that eternity I now cannot tell you. Still it felt forever before
my feet would finally move. Although slow, i was set forth with
movement from the heart. My heart beat for her exsistances and it
alone. I felt that need to reach out and touch her, caress her
silk hair, but fear took hold my hand and shook it's ugly head.
I walked beside her and sat down in my desk, not bothering to say
a word. Fear held my tongue as well as the rest of my body. Her
face was set into beautiful concentration, her finger moving as
if on wings. Then as if reality had finally given up on my
stubborness to move, she turned and faced me.
"Hello"

(either way it seems no one is reading this story. As much of my heart that is placed for the person it's dedicated to...I get curious why no one reads it at all....)

Chapter 5:

Chinook Greetings


It was then fate took my head to face the image of perfection I had long kept in my mind. Reality i knew scowled darkly at fate but fate, and I smiled
"Hello..." and there it began. With the meeting of our eyes and the brightness of her smile and the small curve of my own lips. This was fate, and I enjoyed it, more than my words could say. Some would scowl at me for what and who i was, but at that moment the hate they felt for me didn't phase me in the least. I was happy in my own little parallel universe of Yamagi.
She was just as kind as I'd dreamed her to be, It was like all my wishing and all my thoughts weren't silly after all. Slowly then I began to believe that maybe dreams did come true with alot of hoping wishing and crying yes they came true. I'd cried alone so many times in the past, alone and my parents never caring for me like they should or would expected too. Still even then I always had my music and this angel name Yamagi. Now here we both sat talking of things we both loved and of things we both didn't like so much. She was every thing, I'd found my home and I was here to stay. My dreams, my hopes where back full flare, and nothing could stop me now, not ever! The world was non-exsistant and Yamagi was with me now.....Why should I care about the world?