hallo this is a story i came up with, the last memories of the gang before they disappeared first up is Iwasawa hope u enjoy...
What would u think about if u were
disappearing from all u knew? Your friends, your family? Happiest moments, tragedy stricken events? This is a collection of the final thoughts of the S.S. battlefront members last thoughts before they left purgatory.
Disappearing memories chapter one:
The perfect Christmas present.
Seven jaar old Misami Iwasawa shivered in the cold. Engulfed and amazed door the huge city around her she gasped and grinned ta everything she saw. The trees were a spectacular site to witness and the snow peacefully fell on her tiny nose “Oooh” she giggled her mother turned to her “Okay Misami were going to pick out some Christmas presents for daddy alright? Not that he deserves it…” Misami tuned her out but it wasn’t unusual for her mother to be insulting her father. Juts then Mrs. Iawaswa’s phone rang and she answered “Oh hallo listen your coming home pagina for avondeten, diner later right?”. There was a pause and her mother’s face was distorted with anger “WHAT YOUR NOT COMING HOEM AGAIN?” Little Misami rolled her eyes this was the norm for them, almost what they did everyday: fight and fight some more. She wandered away from her mother to a muziek koop and heard something wonderful, a gitaar playing and a girl singing. She was singing a Christmas song and had her black hat out for people to give her money. The girl spoke to her after she was done “Your very good” the girl chuckled “Why thank you, what’s your name?” “Misami Iwasawa” Well miss Misami I’m glad u like my playing. ” “I want to be like u someday…” “Trust me kid u don’t, anyway do u know how to play yet?” “No...” the little girl mumbled in sadness and the girl giggled a bit “Well here’s what u do: number one: call yourself Iwasawa rather than Misami it sounds cooler. Two u write a song and three ask your mom and dad for a gitaar this Christmas how’s that sound?”. Little Iwasawa grinned “That sounds like a great idea!” The girl packed her things up and waved Iwasawa off “So long Misami Iwasawa I hope I get to see u in concert someday kid” and she ran down the street. Mrs. Iwasawa finally got off the phone “Oh Misami there u are” “Yeah mommy can I pick out a Christmas present this year?” “Well.. I don’t know usually u write out a lijst and give it to Santa...” she saw the looks of sheer disappointment on her daughters face and sighed in defeat she couldn’t take that look! “Okay fine, what would u like?” Misami…no Iwasawa now dragged her into the muziek koop and pointed to an acoustic gitaar “That” “That? Well if you’re sure...” her daughter nodded in enthusiasm.
Christmas day:
“Oh mommy it’s even meer beautiful then I remember”. “I’m glad u like it sweetie. The young musician then started writing soon after and came up with lyrics that symbolized herself…symbolized many people’s lives….
Iwasawa stood on stage remembering her savior, the girl who inspired her to play music. She looked up at the ceiling of the school’s auditorium everyone’s eyes watching her after she had forcefully taken back her guitar. This was the one she had been gegeven when she arrived her month’s ago. It looked so much like the one she owned back in the world of the living. She played the song the one she had never dared play before the one she knew that if she played she’d disappear. Iwasawa was no longer afraid of it….hell she welcomed it! And so she started out slowly:
The dag that ended while searching for where I could wipe out my frustrations. The sky shown gray and I couldn't see anything…..”
She sang with passions and emotion, making everybody watching stop and gape, many started crying. She couldn’t hera anything else around her except her hart-, hart punding and body trembling. She remembered the nameless girl, she remembered the vrienden she made here, she even remembered her parents and how beneath all the hatred they truly loved her. Her body was turning into light she could feel it and tears rolled down her cheeks as she sang the last verse:
“For u who feel crushed here’s the strength, the confidence for u to be able to fight again…”
And just like a songbird she floated away.
What would u think about if u were
disappearing from all u knew? Your friends, your family? Happiest moments, tragedy stricken events? This is a collection of the final thoughts of the S.S. battlefront members last thoughts before they left purgatory.
Disappearing memories chapter one:
The perfect Christmas present.
Seven jaar old Misami Iwasawa shivered in the cold. Engulfed and amazed door the huge city around her she gasped and grinned ta everything she saw. The trees were a spectacular site to witness and the snow peacefully fell on her tiny nose “Oooh” she giggled her mother turned to her “Okay Misami were going to pick out some Christmas presents for daddy alright? Not that he deserves it…” Misami tuned her out but it wasn’t unusual for her mother to be insulting her father. Juts then Mrs. Iawaswa’s phone rang and she answered “Oh hallo listen your coming home pagina for avondeten, diner later right?”. There was a pause and her mother’s face was distorted with anger “WHAT YOUR NOT COMING HOEM AGAIN?” Little Misami rolled her eyes this was the norm for them, almost what they did everyday: fight and fight some more. She wandered away from her mother to a muziek koop and heard something wonderful, a gitaar playing and a girl singing. She was singing a Christmas song and had her black hat out for people to give her money. The girl spoke to her after she was done “Your very good” the girl chuckled “Why thank you, what’s your name?” “Misami Iwasawa” Well miss Misami I’m glad u like my playing. ” “I want to be like u someday…” “Trust me kid u don’t, anyway do u know how to play yet?” “No...” the little girl mumbled in sadness and the girl giggled a bit “Well here’s what u do: number one: call yourself Iwasawa rather than Misami it sounds cooler. Two u write a song and three ask your mom and dad for a gitaar this Christmas how’s that sound?”. Little Iwasawa grinned “That sounds like a great idea!” The girl packed her things up and waved Iwasawa off “So long Misami Iwasawa I hope I get to see u in concert someday kid” and she ran down the street. Mrs. Iwasawa finally got off the phone “Oh Misami there u are” “Yeah mommy can I pick out a Christmas present this year?” “Well.. I don’t know usually u write out a lijst and give it to Santa...” she saw the looks of sheer disappointment on her daughters face and sighed in defeat she couldn’t take that look! “Okay fine, what would u like?” Misami…no Iwasawa now dragged her into the muziek koop and pointed to an acoustic gitaar “That” “That? Well if you’re sure...” her daughter nodded in enthusiasm.
Christmas day:
“Oh mommy it’s even meer beautiful then I remember”. “I’m glad u like it sweetie. The young musician then started writing soon after and came up with lyrics that symbolized herself…symbolized many people’s lives….
Iwasawa stood on stage remembering her savior, the girl who inspired her to play music. She looked up at the ceiling of the school’s auditorium everyone’s eyes watching her after she had forcefully taken back her guitar. This was the one she had been gegeven when she arrived her month’s ago. It looked so much like the one she owned back in the world of the living. She played the song the one she had never dared play before the one she knew that if she played she’d disappear. Iwasawa was no longer afraid of it….hell she welcomed it! And so she started out slowly:
The dag that ended while searching for where I could wipe out my frustrations. The sky shown gray and I couldn't see anything…..”
She sang with passions and emotion, making everybody watching stop and gape, many started crying. She couldn’t hera anything else around her except her hart-, hart punding and body trembling. She remembered the nameless girl, she remembered the vrienden she made here, she even remembered her parents and how beneath all the hatred they truly loved her. Her body was turning into light she could feel it and tears rolled down her cheeks as she sang the last verse:
“For u who feel crushed here’s the strength, the confidence for u to be able to fight again…”
And just like a songbird she floated away.