Naomi Haruka, she is a mix, her mother being French while her father is Japanese. She doesn't know it, but she is gifted. She has the skill to draw people into her music. Her ability to play all kinds of instruments knows no bounds, but what she pla...
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Naomi's POV
All I hear, is rain. Just a light rain, filling this empty void.
I slowly opened my eyes, noticing that everything is void and that I'm currently lying on a white plain bed.
I blink and when I reopen my eyes, in-front of me is a man. His silhouette is quite charming. As he steps closer, I start noticing his facial feature better. Even though he was wearing a cloak, I could clearly notice his eyes, a shinning and mesmerizing frosty grey. His eyes felt distant yet so familiar.
His hair was red with a few strands poking out of the cloak.
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I sat up from the bed as he came to the side.
I looked down to avoid eye contact but my head was jerked back up as he used his index finger and thumb to make me face him.
He came closer to my face, nearing my cheek.
"Hehh~~" He said seductively before licking my ear.
-RING- -RING- -RIN—BANG- -RING- My eyes shot open, my back was sore from the impact.
I was on the floor, my blanket came tumbling down with me.
I let out a small yawn before getting up to turn my obnoxious alarm clock off.
I headed to the bathroom and started on my morning routine, grabbing my new set of uniform along the way.
I quickly got ready and grabbed my my shoulder messenger bag that I usually just hold in my hands or hold over my shoulder.
When I got out of the bathroom, I took a look around my empty bedroom.
My table was clear of my messy piles of paper, my plushies and little trinkets not in the places they used to be in, my closet door was open, exposing my naked closet which my middle school uniform was hanging in.
I walked towards it, reaching out towards it.
The nostalgia of middle school came rushing through my head. I let out a small smile at the memories.
I put the uniform back and went out of my room, closing the door behind.
I went down to the kitchen, hearing my mother talking to someone about work on her cell.
"Morning Mama." I walked passed her, giving her a small peck on the cheek before grabbing myself a piece of bread and putting it into the toaster.
"Hey sweetie." She pecked me back, tucking her phone into her pocket.
I got my toast out on a plate and proceeded to the dining table where I poured myself a glass of orange juice.
"So sweetie, excited for your first day of school? Your brother will be there too!" My mother asked as she took a seat in front of me, sipping on her piping hot coffee.
