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-REDO- WE ARE NO WIMPS PrefaceI stepped into the store,inhaling the scent. I couldn't believe I finaly made it to Japan. Now I could finaly go on with my dream of being a cartoonist. Seven years of training,Three mountains high filled with crummbled up paper,so many times I've given up hope, but now I was here. Nothing else mattered.
I walked over to the manga section of the bookstore and before I knew it I found my favorite series. I picked up the book and flipped through the pages, glancing at each of the panels carefully. I loved to look at the expressions of the characters in the book. I herd someone clear their throat and I looked over at him for a split second before going back to my book.
Every snice the whole mess over the "Kira case" popped out, I've been careful. I protected my face often, my name. I went by Tac Mori now a days and I always wore a hat over my eyes. Kira could be anyone and I don't wan the first person I bump into be him...or her.
I was agaisnt Kira. I understood what was Kira was trying t
NightmareFaith peered into her parents room,wondering when she would run in and jump in they're bed with them. She was in tears because she a bad dream.
Oh course it was only her father sleeping in there tonight. Her mother had to go work for Near and Mello finally came home for the night.
Mello was always overworked. This was the first time he had been home in just about a month. He hardly even knew his two kids.
Faith gently pushed the door open and walked in slowly,barefeet padding on the wooded floor.
" Daddy?" she whimpered,tugging onto his hair when she got up to him. Mello's nose twitched in his sleep, not being affected by his daughter. Faith stood there for a second feeling her warm tears roll off her face.
"Daddy..."she tried again this time pushing him with all her might. Mello's eyes flew open and down down at Faith.
"F-faith? What's wrong?"he said in a hushed,tired whisper. Faith tugged down on the end of her shirt,staring at her feet.
Mello felt a smile tug at his lips. The way Fa
He Cared I could tell him everything
Without any fear
He was such a dear.
We would always talk for hours
Always have something to say
He made it where I couldn't wait to see the next day.
His voice was so sweet, so caring
He was even a little daring.
His thoughts and worries on my problems
He learned so such
He cared so much
It makes me feel sarrow
When I have to say good-bye tomarrow.
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