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The Real Begining of My Story (Book 1,Chapter 1: Edit) |
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Tamari, age five, woke up to the smell of a batter of French toast. He still had a few minutes to kill before trekking downstairs, but decided to get out of bed anyways.
Winnipeg’s morning sun seeped through Tamari’s blinds as he lazily walked towards his dresser, tripping or stumbling over toys here and there.
He placed his hands on the edge of the dresser and looked up at the mirror attached. Tamari followed his morning routine and began studying his hanyou face, wondering what it was like to me mortal or yoaki. To be one thing.
He grabbed his ears atop his head and pulled them this way and that, trying to get a better look at them from different angles. They were raccoon dog shaped, and the top of his right ear was pierced with a small gold hoop. Tamari had always wondered why his parents decided to have his ears pierced. Nobody would see them, aside from his family that he already doesn’t see often.
After he lost interest in his ears, he took a look at his face again. There were these purplish pink lines of two streaked across either of Tamari’s cheeks. They looked as though they had been scratched onto his face, but he was born with them, just as his father and his father’s father.
Then there were his eyes. Tamari loved looking at them, because they were almost mesmerizing. Even for him. They were a very dark shade of brown, almost black. It was almost impossible to see his pupils. Everyone around him wondered why his eyes were so dark, both mortal and yokai alike.
Most eyes among the yokai were a red, yellow, or a dark brown shade, but Tamari’s were even darker than most yokai’s. They were almost like looking into a starless night.
The last thing Tamari looked at was his hair. It was black, like someone had taken a Sharpie to his hair, and it reached a little past his shoulders. Tamari really liked his hair at this length, even though it kind of made him look like a girl from the back. His father wanted Tamari’s hair to be longer, eventually reaching Tamari’s knees like his.
Tamari stopped observing himself and slapped the side of his cheeks to wake himself up a bit more. The drowsy feeling of going back to sleep was taking over him, but he couldn’t go back to sleep. He didn’t want to miss his first day of school.
Tamari headed back towards his bed to look at the clock on is bedside table. It read eight o’clock a.m.
“I guess I should start getting ready,” Tamari said aloud, stretching in the process. He gave a huge yawn. “Don’t want to be late for my first day of school…. Aw man, school.”
Tamari let out a sigh of woe and pain, then gathered himself with positive thoughts and changed into a red t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
The smell of French toast filled the air I the hall as Tamari stepped out of his room. He stood still and closed his eyes, taking in the wonderful smell of what would soon be breakfast.
Tamari loved his nose, he though as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. It was more sensitive than a human’s, and it came in handy in certain situations. Like a dog, he could identify someone if he hadn’t seen them in a long time, like a friend of his parents.
He ran down the stairs and into the the kitchen where his Mother stood by the stove preparing pancakes. Her long, flowing black hair was pulled back. It reached down her back, and it had some flower on it from preparing the batter.
"Mommy! Good morning!" said Tamari, running towards his mother. He tackle hugged her legs.
"Well, good morning to you as well," She laughed a bit and patted his head. She noticed that his hair was still a bit of a mess. "So, you haven't brushed your hiar yet? How will you get a girl to like you with messy hair."
"Mommy," whined Tamari. He blushed a bit, "I don't want a girl friend. Girls are gross."
'Yeah, that's what you think now, but wait until you're a bit older," said a voice just outside of the kitchen.
"Daddy! You're up!" Tamari said as he let go of his mother's legs and ran to his father. He met him just as he entered the kitchen and tackle hugged his legs as well. He almost fell over with Tamari's impact.
"Tamari. You're going to knock me over." He laughed a bit, then ruffled Tamari's hair.
 Naki-cool · Fri Aug 03, 2007 @ 08:12pm · 0 Comments |
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