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Chapter 2: The Girl Who Stood on the CloudsHe was walking home from school, feeling really tired. He was also somehow annoyed because of this generation's choice of music. "Arghhh!! Why am I part of this generation?! Seriously! Old music was definitely the greatest music of all!!" Unlike this generation weeki weeki pow add some weird digital sound thing arghhhhh" He asked nobody. Luckily nobody was around to see him or else they would think that he's crazy. He was really exhausted and he wanted to really take a break but he had extreme badluck. He still had a long way to go to get home. Feeling really tired, he unconsiously closed his eyes. Suddenly, out of nowhere he heard a really gentle voice. He was surprised, amazed by the beautiful voice he heard. It somehow came from the sky. A story came into his head.
"Ah! I remember! I remember the story my grandma told me once! She said that if you feel really tired, a nice girl from the clouds would sing you a song and take all your worries away!!"
He felt really excited so he rush
The Girl Who Stood on the CloudsOnce there was a girl who lived in the clouds. Her name was Rei. She's sweet, kind, friendly and cheerful. Rei loved playing in the rainbow, watching people going on with their daily lives and most of all she loved singing.
One day while she was staring at the humans something/someone caught her eye. It was a boy, A boy with a sad look on his face. Something in her wanted to make a him happy. So she decided to sing him a song to cheer him up. Unexpectedly the boy looked up. He had a surprised but happy look on his face. She felt her heart skip a beat, Her face turned red, She wanted to see him more.Not knowing what this feeling was she asked herself, "H-Huh?? what is this feeling?? anger? sadness?? arghhhh i don't really get this things called "Emotions" uhh.... oh! God said this weird emotion everyone seemed to like! lets seeeeeee oh! yeah! it's called Love!". She looked forward to seeing him everyday. So she waited and waited for him to walk that path again.
Weeks later She didn't se
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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