Jednom su jednog starog pastira, koji je već preko sedamdeset godina čuvao ovce upitali novinari: Možete li nam ispričati nešto osebujno, što vam se zasigurno moralo dogoditi, za tako duga razdoblja. Razlog, zašto su uopće novinari došli je bio:država je odlučila da mu dodijeli počasnu mirovinu za njegov osamdeseti rođendan, jer je pošteno obavljao svoj posao eto već punih sedamdeset godina, a nikakvih drugih osnova ne bi mogao imati po kojima bi dobio zasluženu mirovinu, jer nije bio nigdje prijavljen, na nikakvim platnim spiskovima poduzeća.
Starac se ispočetka branio, da je on običan pastir, i već mu je bilo neugodno što su uopće došli oni kojih se niti u snu čovjek ne bi nadao, a kamoli da će još o njemu netko i pisati u novinama, za koje je on, onako nepismen, samo znao da postoje. No, novinari, kao novinari, napasni kao osice, nisu se dali tek tako otpraviti. A prostodušni je starac na kraju ipak popustio i započeo pričati. Imao je on običnih priča, koje su za običnu raju i koje se mogu pričati uz vatru djeci, jedino je mislio da su one isuviše seljačke za takovo nešto kao što su novine.
Kada sam imao dvadeset godina, našao sam u šumi malo nejačko psetance. Onako malešno mi se smililo, pa sam ga jednostavno pokupio sa sobom bez razmišljanja. Već nakon par dana mi se to pseto privrglo, i ja sam ga zavolio. Svuda sam ja njega vukao sa sobom, dijelio sa njim što sam i sâm imao. I pseto je lijepo napredovalo.
No, seljani su me počeli zadirkivati govoreći da je to vuk i da ga trebam ubiti, jer da će se veliko zlo dogoditi. Kako sam ih mogao poslušati, kad mi je srcu priraslo i gotovo. Pseto je postalo kršno, veliko, i kad bih ponekad nešto bio zaboravio u selu, slobodno sam ga pustio, rekavši da mi to sam donese. Gledao bi me za trenutak u oči, kao da traži na neki drugi način, a ne riječima, što sam mu kazao. Bio je to vrlo pametan pas i pomagao mi je revno čuvati ovce.
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posle ovog :)
Let say that you are Tadaomi Karasuma daughter. No, you're not related but he took you in when you were 10, ever since then he has been a second father to you.
You're smart, clever and a great assassin for a kid. You're the top of your class, you're supposed to be in class 3-A but you ended up in class 3-E, the end class.
You were interested in killing the octopus and also making new friends... Well, the first part is true but the second is another story.
You met a lot of great people but when you met a redhead boy, you couldn't help but want to know more about him.
Karma was like your partner in crime. Your last year in before going to high school was the best, your teachers are awesome and so are your friends but what you did not expect was that you were falling in love with someone you would have never expected.
If there's one thing that you were good at; it would be hiding things. You had a dark past but what makes your past any different then other stories is that your past was something that no one wants to live through, it was something no one would understand.
You wondered if you could ever love but things happen and trouble comes in the way. The secrets you've been keeping finally gets out and the reaction you get from them, from your friends, classmates, the people who were close to you were not hatred... it was fear...
|| W A R N I N G: Mention of suicide, rape, sexual harassment, severe bullying, etc. You have been warned. ||
|| Cover made by @StarBl00m ||
|| Currently under editing. Story is the same, the only edits being made are the grammar mistakes. I wrote this story/fanfiction when I was very young so some things may be unclear and would like to fix that but once again: Story line is the same. Thank you. ||