Chapter One

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"Dancing...singing...a crowd singing along with me...it's like a dream come true...a dream...it's only a dream..." Homura Kanojo, a girl who had recently started her life at a new high school said to herself.

Light brown freckles were scattered about her cheeks, her soft brown eyes the color of what one would call...mud.

Her dark ginger colored hair blew in the wind just a little as she sat down on top of her favorite cliff at the beach, staring at the waves below that crashed upon the huge rock.

"One day," Homura said to herself, smiling as she closed her eyes. "I want to be as strong as this rock. So strong, that not even the meanest of people can bring me down. So strong, that I can hold back all of my tears. I wish I could be strong right now, but life doesn't just give us things for free. My strength is something I'll have to build up on my own. That's what dad used to tell me, at least..."

Homura pulled her knees to her chest, her long red skirt blowing up just a little as she did so. Though, she didn't mind, for there was nobody else but her at this beach. Everyone always overlooked this place.

"You must be lonely here," Homura thought, resting her head on her knees as, putting one of her hands on the cold, rocky cliff. "But you're strong, aren't you? How have you been all these years? You must not see much since you take such a harsh beating each and every day...are you blind to what happiness feel like? Is it a burden to keep standing here, never letting the ocean's waters eat you away like it did to the other cliffs that used to be here? How do you survive? How can you be so strong in all these storms that pass through?"

Homura leaned her head back a little, looking up at two seagulls in the sky whom were screeching just as every seagull did, obviously.

"Do you ever get tired of me coming here? Do you get tired of me telling you how much I'd love to be an idol one day..?" Homura asked softly, hiding her face in her knees. "I'd hate to just call you a rock..."

Homura let out a depressive sigh as she stood up again, staring out into the ocean.

"Mother tells me, that I have a strong connection with this ocean. Is that true, my friend?" Homura asked, her voice shaking a little, filled with mixed feelings. "I'm not even sure how to feel sometimes...but mother told me, if I just keep a smile on my face, I'll be able to make friends at this new school. I just don't see it working out..."

Homura turned around, beginning to stroll back down the cliff.

In the distance, she could hear a teenage boys yelling and laughing, clearly enjoying themselves.

"I want to have fun too..." Homura thought, forcing a smile on her face. "I want friends, too. I don't want people to worship me if I ever become an idol...I really just want to find someone who understands me. Someone who gets what I feel. I want to make my mother proud of me while she's still here...I want her to see that I'm not just a girl..."

Homura unlaced her small brown boots just so she could sink her toes into the hot sand.

Wiggling her toes a little, Homura enjoyed the sensation of each and every little grain passing over and around her feet.

Homura pulled her foot up and stared at it, all but a few of the grains falling off of it since her feet were dry.

"This is all I want," Homura said, picking a single grain off of her foot with her fingernails, careful not to drop it. "If I'm an idol, there will be lots of people around me, but they won't be close. But just one...maybe even two if I'm luck...just one person will be my friend...but I was told dreams never come true. I can't be an idol since I have to take care of my mother."

Homura awoke.

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