Rebellious
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Last published Sat, Oct 24, 2020
Keiko has been to current school for all of her years and she is in the second year of her "high school" years. This wasn't your ordinary school, this school taught kids how to be the finest warriors with their special abilities. Both Keiko's parents went to this school both were one of the top warriors of their class. As their lives went on war was called for all warriors to come and fight in. Keiko's mother couldn't go since she had to take care of little her which means only Keiko's father had to attend. He went and served his time in the war, hearing on the news we won but with a lot of deaths on our side.
Keiko's mother started to get worried, she rushed up and walked outside to see people in the neighborhood husbands coming back, but where was her's? That night Keiko's mother wasn't the same little Keiko was worried about her mother but mother never told her the truth about what was happening. The following day on the news a list of names was called of the people who died in the war and Keiko's father was one of those people who died. Keiko's mother fell to her knees sobbing, little Keiko came to comfort her mom even though she didn't know what was going on. Days went by when with Keiko's mother being depressed, one day there was a knock on the door and Keiko's mother dragged herself to open it. When she finally opened it some warriors were standing there with his sword wrapped up in a white covering.......
Will Keiko sink or swim?
Will she find love in the process?
Or will she be bury next to her father?
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