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The late morning of August the 15th. As I stated before those lost in an endless azure waves of forgotten words, my family had arrived at my uncle’s Miyagi’s house. Compared to that of my own and my grandmother’s, the home was… simple, to put it simply. It was a tradition two story home that sat blocks away from the school he taught at. The house was painted a putrid, soul-killing color that reminded me of a mixture of urine and excrement. He is yard, like many other homes, had a lame excuse for a front yard, the window literally sitting a few centimeters from the crème white tiled walls. Whatever had happened to

The morning of August the 15th.  This morning was unusually still, the sound completely swallowed up by the uninviting, eerie silence that was extremely bothersome to me. Was I at fault? Had I woken up to early? Rolling over, I peered over at the nightstand that sat adjacent to my bed, where my alarm clock sat. When my eyes where met with the vibrant red digits flashing before me, I was perplexed. Four forty-six? If I recalled, our father said we were (not everyone) going to leave at five. It’s not that I wanted to go – I actually don’t – but this was more the matter of my father’s punctuality. I just sighed, not

Early Birthday Gift for NaruSasuKawaii Ulrich sulked along, walking down the narrow corridor. His hands shoved deep in his pockets, his emotionless face, and a sour sigh. His life was going downhill, way beyond his own comprehension. Life had gotten a bit better after the end of Lyoko, with more time to focus on school, a social life, and especially Yumi. But that's where it went downhill. Yumi. Ulrich was sure he had won her over, but he lost his grasp to William's lies and swindling. He sighed. It was history after all, he could move on. Ulrich unlocked his dorm's door. His loud roommate wasn't there, so he could think about his issues i