I'm going to start on this series, because since Spectra appeared on BMS last week, I thought it should be good if I start on this. (I will come back to Reminiscent Nightmares).
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Asahina's Story
Her mother was a foreigner. Her father was Japanese. However, she has light blonde hair, dark skin and brown eyes. Because of this, every school that she went to, she was made fun and was an outcast. When she first arrived at Sendai Middle School, her principal didn't belive her about her hair color.
Principal:Asahina-san, you have to dye your hair by tommorrow."
Asahina:"But Sensei, this is my real hair color.
Principal: "you are lying. I understand that your mother was a foreigner, and your dad was Japanese, but doesn't give you any excuse to have this hair dye. It's too flashy, and attention-giving.
(A teacher approaches the principal)
Teacher:"Ah,Asahina-san,you must be the new student here, correct?"
Asahina:"Yes,Sensei."
Principal:"Don't you think that Asahina-san should not have this flashy hair color; it draws too much attention.
*San means Mr,Mrs,Ms,ect(in this case, for Asahina it would be 'Miss' in the English dialouge.) Sensei, usualyy means teacher, doctor, nurse ect.*
(Teacher carefully looks at Asahina's hair.)
Principal:"Well?"
Teacher:"Well, it would be a waste to dye this lovely hair of her's,"
Principal:"What?!"
Teacher:"As you can see, her roots are the same color as her hair, indicatind that this is indeed her real hair color. See for yourself."
(Principal carefully examines Asahina's hair.)
Principal:"You indeed are correct. You are free to go to your first class."
(This has been two years since her father's death.)
When she walked into class,she is bombarded with little whispers about her:
"Look at her hair color!" "Freak!" "You know it is a surprise that she's a foreigner, but with that hair color too?!" "Uck, she's so ugly!"
Asahina took a seat in the back of the class.
About two weeks later, she is called into the principal's office.
Asahina-san, I am very sorry to inform you that your mother has just passed away. I'm so sorry."
Asahina runs to the bathroom and starts to cry.
Keith as in the hallway when he heard the terible news.
All of next week, she was in bed, crying. Although Keith had heard the news, he didn't know what he could say or do to comfort her, because he was never in this situation.
On April 22, Asahina attended her mother's funeral. She didn't know that Keith had attended her father's funeral, two years ago.
He sat in the back of the church, as the grueling funeral went on. To pay his respects towards Asahina's mom who treated him like a son, he brought two bouquets of roses:one for the altar,another for her grave. Ashaina was too busy crying while Mira and Gertude were trying the best to comfort her.
Although all these things and many more hit poor Asahina,she somehow hides herself from her new friends, and even the closest around her, but miraculously she is still the sweet, bubbly, kind, selfless, caring girl that Kieth and the others know.
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"R-rring!"
Ashahina navagated her way to her phone with her hand.
"Hello?" she lethargically mumbled.
"HI ASHAHINA!" boomed the voice of Mira.
Asahina squinted her eyes tighter, then managed to open them weakly as she looked at her clock.
"It's 3:37 in the morning,what may I haelp you with?" Asahina lethargically remarked.
"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I just want to let you know that we are coming back here in a couple of days. You see, Keith won the award for "Scientist of the Century", and I just wanted to let you know."
After New Vestroia, it had been two years since Asahina had seen him. She was kind of scared, because she didn't know how he'd look like or how he changed.
With the mentioning of Keith's name, Asahina panicked.
"Are you okay?" Mira asked (she felt the prescence of fear in the phone)
"Oh yes,I'm alright," Asahina replied with more energy.
"Well, okay then," Mira continued more softly, "Do you want to talk to Keith?"
Asahina froze for a momment.
"Well I - um don't know, but sure I guess."
Even though Asahina defeated him in the last battle in New Vestroia, she thought that he hated her. Whe they were younger, it seemed that Keith and her never really hung out alone, or really had a conversation. I mean there were the awkward "Hellos" or "Byes", but besides that it seemed like they were still distanced.
"Hello Keith," Asahina nervously said.
"Oh Hi Asahina," Keith replied with the same level of anxiety.
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Keith's thoughts:
Does [she] hate me? Yes, I think so. I couldn't blame her if she did. I mean, I've shut her out of part of my life, and I can't blame her if he is angry with me. As children, we never really hanged out just the two of us. She always gives me that voracious look that I absolutley hate. She is a beautiful kind girl whom I- no. If I distanced myself from her, then I could never fall in ♥ with her, and even if I am closer to her and she doesn't feel the same, I will be less heart broken. It has been two years since I've seen her, and my memory of her is starting to fade away. I am terrified of what will be instore whether it will be for the best-or for the worst.
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Asahina's Story
Her mother was a foreigner. Her father was Japanese. However, she has light blonde hair, dark skin and brown eyes. Because of this, every school that she went to, she was made fun and was an outcast. When she first arrived at Sendai Middle School, her principal didn't belive her about her hair color.
Principal:Asahina-san, you have to dye your hair by tommorrow."
Asahina:"But Sensei, this is my real hair color.
Principal: "you are lying. I understand that your mother was a foreigner, and your dad was Japanese, but doesn't give you any excuse to have this hair dye. It's too flashy, and attention-giving.
(A teacher approaches the principal)
Teacher:"Ah,Asahina-san,you must be the new student here, correct?"
Asahina:"Yes,Sensei."
Principal:"Don't you think that Asahina-san should not have this flashy hair color; it draws too much attention.
*San means Mr,Mrs,Ms,ect(in this case, for Asahina it would be 'Miss' in the English dialouge.) Sensei, usualyy means teacher, doctor, nurse ect.*
(Teacher carefully looks at Asahina's hair.)
Principal:"Well?"
Teacher:"Well, it would be a waste to dye this lovely hair of her's,"
Principal:"What?!"
Teacher:"As you can see, her roots are the same color as her hair, indicatind that this is indeed her real hair color. See for yourself."
(Principal carefully examines Asahina's hair.)
Principal:"You indeed are correct. You are free to go to your first class."
(This has been two years since her father's death.)
When she walked into class,she is bombarded with little whispers about her:
"Look at her hair color!" "Freak!" "You know it is a surprise that she's a foreigner, but with that hair color too?!" "Uck, she's so ugly!"
Asahina took a seat in the back of the class.
About two weeks later, she is called into the principal's office.
Asahina-san, I am very sorry to inform you that your mother has just passed away. I'm so sorry."
Asahina runs to the bathroom and starts to cry.
Keith as in the hallway when he heard the terible news.
All of next week, she was in bed, crying. Although Keith had heard the news, he didn't know what he could say or do to comfort her, because he was never in this situation.
On April 22, Asahina attended her mother's funeral. She didn't know that Keith had attended her father's funeral, two years ago.
He sat in the back of the church, as the grueling funeral went on. To pay his respects towards Asahina's mom who treated him like a son, he brought two bouquets of roses:one for the altar,another for her grave. Ashaina was too busy crying while Mira and Gertude were trying the best to comfort her.
Although all these things and many more hit poor Asahina,she somehow hides herself from her new friends, and even the closest around her, but miraculously she is still the sweet, bubbly, kind, selfless, caring girl that Kieth and the others know.
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"R-rring!"
Ashahina navagated her way to her phone with her hand.
"Hello?" she lethargically mumbled.
"HI ASHAHINA!" boomed the voice of Mira.
Asahina squinted her eyes tighter, then managed to open them weakly as she looked at her clock.
"It's 3:37 in the morning,what may I haelp you with?" Asahina lethargically remarked.
"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I just want to let you know that we are coming back here in a couple of days. You see, Keith won the award for "Scientist of the Century", and I just wanted to let you know."
After New Vestroia, it had been two years since Asahina had seen him. She was kind of scared, because she didn't know how he'd look like or how he changed.
With the mentioning of Keith's name, Asahina panicked.
"Are you okay?" Mira asked (she felt the prescence of fear in the phone)
"Oh yes,I'm alright," Asahina replied with more energy.
"Well, okay then," Mira continued more softly, "Do you want to talk to Keith?"
Asahina froze for a momment.
"Well I - um don't know, but sure I guess."
Even though Asahina defeated him in the last battle in New Vestroia, she thought that he hated her. Whe they were younger, it seemed that Keith and her never really hung out alone, or really had a conversation. I mean there were the awkward "Hellos" or "Byes", but besides that it seemed like they were still distanced.
"Hello Keith," Asahina nervously said.
"Oh Hi Asahina," Keith replied with the same level of anxiety.
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Keith's thoughts:
Does [she] hate me? Yes, I think so. I couldn't blame her if she did. I mean, I've shut her out of part of my life, and I can't blame her if he is angry with me. As children, we never really hanged out just the two of us. She always gives me that voracious look that I absolutley hate. She is a beautiful kind girl whom I- no. If I distanced myself from her, then I could never fall in ♥ with her, and even if I am closer to her and she doesn't feel the same, I will be less heart broken. It has been two years since I've seen her, and my memory of her is starting to fade away. I am terrified of what will be instore whether it will be for the best-or for the worst.
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