INTRODUCTION:
Name: Sakura Tachibana
Age:15
Occupation:high school student and baker at Du baked my Day
My mind is always blank. Same schedule for ALL humans. Wake up, eat, sleep. Repeat, and repeat. Lather, rinse, and repeat. Same for everyone. I've become another monster of society, and I'm only 15.'Exactly. This is how fast and jaded this mature stuff can get kicked in.
I'm only interested in listening to classical music, not pop music.
I'm only interested in simple flavors. Not unfamiliar ones.
I'm only interested in boring, simple clothes. Not neon clothes.
I'm only interested in pure and original colors. Not mixes.
I'm only interested in being normal. Not... Weird.
AWAKENING: AGE 15
A wolke interrupted the sea of pale blue in the summer's sky as I lay in the field of flowers. "My," I whispered to myself in fear of others hearing myself. "The lilacs, daisies, and brown-eyed susans are blooming quite well, aren't they?" I continued to whisper as I closed my eyes and brushed my hand in between the Blumen as a perfect breeze brushed against my arm.
"Beep beep beep beep! Click!" God. My sweet escape of reality was interrupted Von reality. "Perfect." I mumbled to myself as I set my alarm for tomorrow, and rubbed my eyes as I sat straight up in bed. I was donning flannel pajamas that were sky blue, and dotted and patterned with white sheep.
"Well, today, I guess I'll live another nightmare.." I sagte with tension in my voice as I placed my feet one in front of the other towards the closet, and I opened the door. Plain looking clothes, and a cord to pull on for a light.
So I slipped on my hemd, shirt and jeans, and brushed my hair. Quiet. As usual. Dead. Silent. I looked at myself. Tired brown eyes, and short hair going down to my shoulders with a blume inside it. Small lips which never spoke in the last few years. Eyebrows that never crease, oder move. Overall, my face is like a ceramic mask.
I slide on my shoes. Backpack is set, my ipod with me, and earbuds already in. "Off to school." I mutter to myself, as I shut the door. My mouth tastes of homemade scrambled eggs, and slightly sauer, saure orange juice.
Today is Monday. My Favorit Tag of the week. Everybody's. Right now, I'm listening to Schubert. Serenade, to be exact. The notes sound as if they resemble my life.. Bittersweet, yet a little melancholic at the same time.
The hums of the bus are buzzing in my ear. Once in a while, there are stops. The first one: The girl with a lavender backpack.
The second:A boy with headphones in his ears all the time, and finally: The rest which I still have to learn about.
Here I am: Prison. School in other words. The concrete and stone against my shoes is cold and uninviting. The metal stairs are dark and partially rusted. The lockers are full of wonders. What will Du find inside? A body? A bag of weed? oder a condom? Probably all of the 3.
Then the classroom. Plastic chairs with gum on the bottom, desks graffitied, and windows with spiderwebs in them. And the teacher. Never gives a crap about anyone. From my point of view, yeah this is prison. And don't even get me started on the bathrooms.
Homeroom-
I sit in my schreibtisch in the back Weiter to the window as I listen to Canon in D. I especially Liebe this piece because it brings me back when I DID have Friends who cared about me. The sweetness of the chords of the fifths and fourths the pianist plays, reminds me of that dream I had this morning.
Then I take out my earbuds because the teacher has to make an announcement. And there's a guy in the front of class that I've never seen before, and the girls are all fawning over him. Not me. Nice try, bucko.
Then he introduces himself. "Hi. My name is Damon Silver. Nice to meet you." Then he walks down the aisle, and a voice says, "Nice to meet you." Then I turn my head, then the atmosphere in the room turns light and fluffy. His almost white colored hair, and and silver tinted blue eyes meet mine.
Then my noir tainted world shattered. This was the beginning of something I wanted to end. NOW.
Name: Sakura Tachibana
Age:15
Occupation:high school student and baker at Du baked my Day
My mind is always blank. Same schedule for ALL humans. Wake up, eat, sleep. Repeat, and repeat. Lather, rinse, and repeat. Same for everyone. I've become another monster of society, and I'm only 15.'Exactly. This is how fast and jaded this mature stuff can get kicked in.
I'm only interested in listening to classical music, not pop music.
I'm only interested in simple flavors. Not unfamiliar ones.
I'm only interested in boring, simple clothes. Not neon clothes.
I'm only interested in pure and original colors. Not mixes.
I'm only interested in being normal. Not... Weird.
AWAKENING: AGE 15
A wolke interrupted the sea of pale blue in the summer's sky as I lay in the field of flowers. "My," I whispered to myself in fear of others hearing myself. "The lilacs, daisies, and brown-eyed susans are blooming quite well, aren't they?" I continued to whisper as I closed my eyes and brushed my hand in between the Blumen as a perfect breeze brushed against my arm.
"Beep beep beep beep! Click!" God. My sweet escape of reality was interrupted Von reality. "Perfect." I mumbled to myself as I set my alarm for tomorrow, and rubbed my eyes as I sat straight up in bed. I was donning flannel pajamas that were sky blue, and dotted and patterned with white sheep.
"Well, today, I guess I'll live another nightmare.." I sagte with tension in my voice as I placed my feet one in front of the other towards the closet, and I opened the door. Plain looking clothes, and a cord to pull on for a light.
So I slipped on my hemd, shirt and jeans, and brushed my hair. Quiet. As usual. Dead. Silent. I looked at myself. Tired brown eyes, and short hair going down to my shoulders with a blume inside it. Small lips which never spoke in the last few years. Eyebrows that never crease, oder move. Overall, my face is like a ceramic mask.
I slide on my shoes. Backpack is set, my ipod with me, and earbuds already in. "Off to school." I mutter to myself, as I shut the door. My mouth tastes of homemade scrambled eggs, and slightly sauer, saure orange juice.
Today is Monday. My Favorit Tag of the week. Everybody's. Right now, I'm listening to Schubert. Serenade, to be exact. The notes sound as if they resemble my life.. Bittersweet, yet a little melancholic at the same time.
The hums of the bus are buzzing in my ear. Once in a while, there are stops. The first one: The girl with a lavender backpack.
The second:A boy with headphones in his ears all the time, and finally: The rest which I still have to learn about.
Here I am: Prison. School in other words. The concrete and stone against my shoes is cold and uninviting. The metal stairs are dark and partially rusted. The lockers are full of wonders. What will Du find inside? A body? A bag of weed? oder a condom? Probably all of the 3.
Then the classroom. Plastic chairs with gum on the bottom, desks graffitied, and windows with spiderwebs in them. And the teacher. Never gives a crap about anyone. From my point of view, yeah this is prison. And don't even get me started on the bathrooms.
Homeroom-
I sit in my schreibtisch in the back Weiter to the window as I listen to Canon in D. I especially Liebe this piece because it brings me back when I DID have Friends who cared about me. The sweetness of the chords of the fifths and fourths the pianist plays, reminds me of that dream I had this morning.
Then I take out my earbuds because the teacher has to make an announcement. And there's a guy in the front of class that I've never seen before, and the girls are all fawning over him. Not me. Nice try, bucko.
Then he introduces himself. "Hi. My name is Damon Silver. Nice to meet you." Then he walks down the aisle, and a voice says, "Nice to meet you." Then I turn my head, then the atmosphere in the room turns light and fluffy. His almost white colored hair, and and silver tinted blue eyes meet mine.
Then my noir tainted world shattered. This was the beginning of something I wanted to end. NOW.
The game starts out in the middle of nowhere.
???? ??????:Hmmm? Where am I?
????????? ???????????: Shrokatown. I'm Jimmeguel McGreggen.
???? ??????: *laughs* I'm Juju. Juju Cherry.
Jimmeguel: Let's start training.
Jimmeguel grabsa Juju.
Juju: WHOA!
The Titel screen shows, and a box says, JIMMEGUEL MCGREGGEN achievement unlocked! And letters in orange spell
JUJU:
KEEPER OF
FIRE
And,
start continue achievements and a gear, for settings. The continue is blocked out, because Du haven't started a game.
Start: link
???? ??????:Hmmm? Where am I?
????????? ???????????: Shrokatown. I'm Jimmeguel McGreggen.
???? ??????: *laughs* I'm Juju. Juju Cherry.
Jimmeguel: Let's start training.
Jimmeguel grabsa Juju.
Juju: WHOA!
The Titel screen shows, and a box says, JIMMEGUEL MCGREGGEN achievement unlocked! And letters in orange spell
JUJU:
KEEPER OF
FIRE
And,
start continue achievements and a gear, for settings. The continue is blocked out, because Du haven't started a game.
Start: link
Melody and Jake were escaping while Lisa and Alex were trying to fit in through the small hole Melody and Jake left. "Help me pull this rock, out, Alex!" Lisa exclaimed, pulling on a gigantic gray rock. Alex got up quickly, and tried to help Lisa. After a few Minuten of pulling, the rock came out, and....The rocks fell Mehr onto Lisa and Alex! Meanwhile, Jake and Melody were setting tons of pranks up in the living room of The Mystery Family. "This is gonna be good!" Melody exclaimed, tying a pin to a string. "What's that gonna do?" Jake asked. "You'll see." Melody said, and tied the string to a hook on the ceiling.
Lisa rubbed and messed up Jake's hair. "That's my Jake!" she exclaimed. "Guys?" asked Alex. "Yes Alex?" asked the children. "Am I the only one who feels the ground shaking rumble-y?" asked Alex. "That's not a word, but no!" exclaimed Lisa. Suddenly, the ceiling started to cave in, and the Jerkily Family's children were...Trapped. "Lisa, I'm double-scared!" Melody exclaimed. "It's okay, Melody. We'll be fine as long as we stay together." sagte Lisa. There was another awkward silence. There was a tiny hole, and Jake and Melody weren't there. "Oh, come on!" exclaimed Lisa and Alex.
Chapter One: I walked across the Merdog strand in my blue v-neck bikini. I walked towards the shore-line. Hunde were all playing together at the wonderful dog beach. "Lucky!" I called to my 6 Monat old German Shepperd,"Here boy!" Lucky came zipping towards me and knocked me over into the clear water.
I laughed as I sat up in the ankle deep water."Oh boy!" I laughed, "Are Du hungry? Are Du hungry? I bet Du are!" Lucky's tail wagged like there was no tomorrow. I ran up the strand to the Dog Shack.
"Hi Rosie! What can I get Du today?" sagte the young employee, Jackson. "Can I have the steak tips 'n' gravy, please?" I sagte smiling at the cute boy.
"Sure! This time I'll trow in a mango smoothie free." replied Jackson. "Thank Du so much!" I sagte happily. Mangoes were my Favorit fruit. "Hey Rosie do Du have any plans for tonight?" asked Jackson. "Yes. I am going to abendessen with Carson. Why?" I said.
I laughed as I sat up in the ankle deep water."Oh boy!" I laughed, "Are Du hungry? Are Du hungry? I bet Du are!" Lucky's tail wagged like there was no tomorrow. I ran up the strand to the Dog Shack.
"Hi Rosie! What can I get Du today?" sagte the young employee, Jackson. "Can I have the steak tips 'n' gravy, please?" I sagte smiling at the cute boy.
"Sure! This time I'll trow in a mango smoothie free." replied Jackson. "Thank Du so much!" I sagte happily. Mangoes were my Favorit fruit. "Hey Rosie do Du have any plans for tonight?" asked Jackson. "Yes. I am going to abendessen with Carson. Why?" I said.