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Chp. 1 - The Beginning

Shiza's POV:

I walked through the streets of Monjaria, looking at all the people around me, seeing some familiar faces, and not so familiar. There were always the same people around, seeming like they had never left their table, or even moved from their instrument, or food stand. I rarely come into town, but I needed the food. I rarely eat, due to the fact that I have barely enough money, and I lived in an old abandon house. But, today, I'm going for a job interview. Only two problems.

A) I can't look

and B) I over-slept.....By two hours.

I was sure I wasn't going to get the job, so I just sat on a bench near the Crimson Lake. I then closed my eyes, thinking about how my life was going so far. I didn't think that I was doing a very good job. I always used to under-look the things I used to do, always taking then for granted. I always used to stay inside my house, just reading, or staring outside, sitting alone all day. My brother always used to check in on me, giving me my meals. I still hear that faint voice of my brother, telling me the same thing everyday:

"Why sit inside when there's a whole other world to explore?"

Steven's POV: Mother hit me again. She and dad are always fighting, and I can't seem to understand why. I mean, they used to get along when I was little, always taking me to many places, reading me stories, and cooking me my favorite foods. Now, it's just "Go away", "Get outta my face", "Leave me alone". They never really pay attention to me anymore. They always hit me, telling me to never hang around them. Sometimes I just wanna run away, leaving all my troubles behind, but there's so much more to explore in this world, all the sights, smells, scenes...I'll be seeing them soon. I just gotta bare through this, I just gotta bare through it...

When I feel like I need to escape, I always come to this lake. I love seeing the ducks, dipping their heads in the water, in and out, and the sounds of others, laughing, or just the quietness of it all, seeming like life stopped, like a stop-watched completely frozen, and I'm the only one moving. I listen, hear, smell. Sometimes I picture all the places I wanna be someday, just talking to the people I meet, walking through the place.

Someday, my dream will come true. I'm sure of it.

Shiza's POV: What after seemed like multiple hours has passed, I finally got up, stretching. As I began to walk off the lake area, something-or someone, had caught my eye.

It was a boy. He looked to about be 12 or 13, but no one could be sure. He had ruffled white hair, that blew in the wind, ever so gently. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were, due to his eyes being closed. It was okay, since I could "suddenly" sit next to him. As I did, I began to study his facial features, paying attention to important parts. He had paler skin than I thought. He had a old, dirty white shirt, and rugged khaki-colored pants. His shoes weren't that much better either, with all the dirt and mud on them. There was also a small scar on his face. He also had a band-aid patch, too. It looked like he never seemed to breathe, just looking like he was a corpse in a public area.

I've seen many kids before...This one just seemed to catch my eye.

Steven's POV: As I sat on that bench, I felt someone looking at me. I opened my eyes, to only be surprised by a woman, staring into my face. I jumped from my seat, landing on the ground, looking at her, my heat beating fast.

"Oh!" She said, looking over me, the sun behind her, me only seeing her silhouette. "Are you okay?" She said, extending her hand out to me. "Y...Yeah." I said, taking it, now getting a better look at her face.

She had pale strawberry-colored hair, and with blood red eyes. She also had on a black and red cardigan, with a clean white t-shirt on the inside. She had on brown pants, and some black boots on also. She also had cat ears, which seem to be twitching at 80 miles per hour. Not really a surprise, considering that some people in Monjaria had cat ears as well.

She smiled at me, brightly, the sun reflecting off her pearly whites. "My name is Shiza. What's your name?" She asked me, a cheerful look on her face. I haven't seen that face in a long time. It seemed almost to fake to be real.

"I-I'm Steven..." I said, looking at her with a blank expression on my face. I really didn't know how to act, due to the fact that I rarely talk to people besides my parents.

"Ah! It's nice to meet you, Steven!" She said. "It is pretty late. Are you far away from home?" She asked, looking around at all the light flickering on.

"U-Um...No...Not really. But...I really don't want to go home." I said, surprised at what cam out of my mouth. Why am I telling her this? I just met this woman!

I don't even know who she is!

Shiza's POV: Steven looked down at the ground, and for some reason, fell to his knees. He began to bawl, crying right then.

"I don't want to go! I don't wanna go home! I never feel loved there! No one ever pays attention to me! My parents always fight, and they hit me all the time! And when I go to school, no one likes me there either! I always get picked last for games, and I get picked on and...and...an-" I stopped him, putting my arms around him.

"Hey...It's fine. It's okay. You don't have to worry...." I said, trying to comfort the best I could. He felt cold, like a ice cube in a jacket. I began to stroke his hair. It felt less rough that I thought I would be. "Hey. I have an idea. Why not come home with me? I'l treat you to some nice clothes, and a bed." I said, wiping a tear from his face, standing up and extending my hand. I smiled, and for some reason..

I hope he would say yes.

Steven's POV: I just looked at her, not showing any emotion. Why would she be doing this? Is she just gonna throw me out? Is she a serial killer?

I took one last look at her. She didn't really seem like the "Hey kid, come with me, I have candy" type, so I stood up. And slowly took her hand, nodding. She smiled, leading me towards the direction of her house. I haven't felt this is so long. Love, compassion...

Isn't it funny how life can take such turns and curves?

(End of Chp.1)