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Heyy ppl,

Im kyuuketsuki_fenikkusu... Im just gonna post my own stuff. What im feeling, some of my secrets okay lets just skip this part...oh yea..i live in Canada, Ontario, Toronto.(Not saying where i live). Im 13 years old my b-days in March...ehh yea...
and i LOVE WING TSUN KUNG FU!

So yea well...im not having a very good day...my dads gonna lose his job in april. I might not be able to pay for my kung fu bills...let alone my doctors bills.... eh i failed one of my geo tests and barely passed one of my geo tests... im having a huge crush on my childhood friend...but we cant be together because we are going to diffrent high schools... yadayadayada...going to hong kong in august... im listening to my mom teach piano...the student is hitting the wrong notes and playing terribly and i jsut wanna scream. Crap. okay im just bored now... crying im just gonna post a bit of the story ive been writing...

"Pain doesnt hurt when its all you ever felt"

Prologue. (kenneths perspective)

Blood dripped down my back as the windshield shards pierced my skin. THe airbag had begun deflating giving me more room to breath in the crumpled smashed, overturned Civic. A crows gathered around the smoking vehichle while sirens wailed in the distance. Shocked from the impact I felt blood run down my arms. The revolting aroma of blood and burning engines wafted my nostril. A scream made me snap out of my trance. I whipped my head to gland at the backseat and cracked my stiff neck in the process.Ouch. Mark who was in the backseat let out a high pitch scream. At least I knew Mark was fine. I could hear the words "Oh my God!" and "Someone call an ambulance!" I breathed in steadily through my nostrils and fought my panic. Something my dad always told me to do when i was scared....Dad..."OH MY GOSH!" i ripped at the deflated airbag until my fathers face was visible. His head hung from the seatbelt like he was some kind of broken puppet. Blood splattered his pale face. THe window had shattered, tearing up and ripping half his face. HIs shirt had turned from snowy white to a bright red. I moaned and gripped his cold fingers and screamed.I screamed and screamed.not oly from the pain, but also the fact that my dad was gone, leaving me and Mark alone. Who knew that being alone was so painful? It ripped and tore at my heart. It was hard for a 7 year old boy to endure such pain. A gloved hand reached in through the smashed window and was tugging me out of the wreck. Was that gods hand? Pulling me to heaven? My grip loosened on my fathers hand as the gloved hand pulled me farther and farther away from him."No..No..." I moaned. "Let me stay...let me stay with you dad..." Darkness closed over me and my dad dissapeared. His broken body the last time i would ever see him.

well thats the prologue...i know its reallyy bad...but i gotta go ...

Peace out!