L e t s G e t T o T h e B a s i c s
My real name is: Natsume Arkita
I'm really only:16
I am a: Magical Girl
Anyone can tell you that I'm: Female
They sometimes call me: Kita
These are my weapons: Bow and arrows
My Powers are: Minor Wound Healing, Air Manipulation
I fight for: me. I know it's a little cliche and a little selfish but all my life I have been searching for my purpose in life. I've never been good at anything until now. Until I've had a reason to be good at something.
N o w L e t s G e t A L i t t l e P e r s o n a l
I've lived like this my whole life: I've been called a variety of names before; ditzy, crazy, colourful and hyper just to name a few, but choosing just one personality trait wouldn't really do my personality any justice. I'm like a mixed bag of lollies. You never really know what your going to get.
Ditzy is a word I hear a lot about me. From my friends and strangers. I guess you could say this is the word that defines me the most, although I tend to disagree. I'm a little slow with somethings that aren't on my priority list and tend to forget a lot of things, but a lot of the time, if it's important I'll likely remember it, maybe. I'm also very clumsy, even I'll admit it, as much as I don't want to. I trip over everything but usually my feet are the main culprit. Thanks to this I am prone to getting hurt all the time but I'm tough enough to fight the pain. I'm tough for my size. With the combination of these two traits people like to call me a scatterbrain. I personally don't take it as a compliment. My more acceptable traits are my favourite. Being happy and being optimistic. I've always been a happy, hyper girl, much to the annoyance of my parents. I just don't see how anyone would want to be sad and lonely. To have a smile on my face is the best thing because I just know, when people look at me, they'll want to smile too. And that just makes me too happy! Now, don't even get me started on being optimistic. Being optimistic is one of the best things in the world.
I always have a positive outlook on life, on my friends and family, sometimes even people I meet on the way through life. You never lose hope when your optimistic, even when you feel like the world is turning against you. I've also been called hot-headed, a lot, especially by those who have aggravated me in some way. I don't like it when people bully my friends or innocent people, it really ticks me off. And when someone does have the guts to bully someone else, well, my small stature is nothing compared to my will and determination to put them in their place. Along with my hot-headiness, I'm quick to judge people, never really giving them a chance to explain themselves before acting rather, violently against them. I don't like being so violent, but, in some ways, it's who I am and who knows, maybe one day it'll help someone.
I can tell you my history as well: I've lived a moderately good life. I've never had abusive parents or experienced the death of one. I've never been on the brink of death or suffered from depression. I've never had anything real bad happen to me. But don't think I've had smooth sailing, I've experienced my fair share of obstacles to count for. But when I say I've lived a 'moderately' good life, I mean it's the best life I could've wished for.
It all started in a small apartment that sat on the outskirts of the main city. I couldn't remember the name of the town even if I wanted to thanks to the quick departure that would occur two months after my birth due to reasons you will soon find out. The town was, well, to put it quaintly, crappy and destructed. It sat on the brink of destruction and death as did the many residents that lived there. From the homeless to the drug addicts, the town wasn't the ideal place to bring up a newly-born daughter. So two months later, a struggling 17 year old girl and her partner, a 18 year old boy both left their ambitions, hopes and dreams behind in that shattering town. I can assure you now, having a daughter at such a young age wasn't exactly planned on the calendar of goals for either side of the couple but together they would bring me up with the best atmosphere and hopes ever, better than any other parent. For 4 years we were under the guidance of my father's grandmother's gaze. If I remember correctly, those 4 years were the start of my positive outlook on life...and my candy addiction thanks to my great grandmother's obsession to candy and feeding it to me. I sometimes wondered if she did it to fatten me up. After the 4 years my father landed an impressive job at a major business branch further North of the tiny cottage I currently resided in.
As you would assume, my parents and I moved up to the city and moved into a small one room apartment. It was small and closed in but it suited us fine. For the next two years I was placed in a daycare run by the landlady while my mother went to work at a struggling cafe down the street. My father would leave in the early hours of the morning and not return till the late hours of the night. He never had time to spend time with me, much to his despair, but he knew I still loved him. Time would fly by, and the next thing I would know, it was time for my first day at primary school. I was ready. I was determined. When I grew up, I was going to help my parents find their dreams and make them real. Little did I know that two blocks away, in a small, cold basement sat the nervous figure of my father. With one hand he would pull in his hand of cards and the other would push them away before shielding his face from the shame and guilt. Two months earlier my father had been fired from his job, not due to any specific reason, 'just because' his boss would say. From there on his income relied on the fate of cards. And that day did not serve him well. The next days would scar my small mind. The atmosphere of fighting parents, the slamming of doors, the abandonment of my mother and the tears of my father. Now, please don't assume at all that this mere event in my life would make my parents bad, because it doesn't in the slightest. As I stated before, my life has never been smooth sailing, but I guess, you have to view the waves as sort of pushing us towards the better waters, and that's just what this event did. My mother moved out for two weeks and lived with the landlady, taking over the small cafe that she worked for after the unfortunate old age death of the owner. That was step one to recovery. My father obtained a job at the bookstore next to it. Step 2. My mother moved back into the small, homely apartment. Step 3 done. And finally, when love came back into the life of ours, so did the happiness.
Now I'm in high school, part of the best group of friends and better yet, in the midst of the best family ever. I work hard at school and harder at work in mother's cafe, which to much surprise, is a booming success. So yeah, my life might not sound picture perfect but to me, it's better than even that.
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