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Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Permissions pt 2
Another bubble of mine had been popped. Unexpectedly, chicken and waffles... it was good. Well, everything was good but the chicken and waffles were the most surprising and unexpected combination, or maybe its because the chicken itself is so crispy and flavorful... Claire's mashed potatoes were also a favorite of mine. It was loaded with so much... While we dined the front door opened and in came Amamiya-san, some foreigners; A couple of blacks, a blonde caucasian and an Asian guy. He looked at me, pointed, and waved. I think... perhaps we're both the only Asians. He looks Chinese though... I blinked and awkwardly held up a hand. I would later learn that he's Claire's Dad. Amamiya-san traced his gaze to us. Her lips curled up and her eyes shimmered. "Awww, how cuuuuuuuuuuuute!" But as she walked over her face frowned and when she squinted at our plates, she suddenly ran to the kitchen, almost stumbling in her high heels, she caught onto the kitchen island for support. I nearly
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Experience(d)?
All the things left unsaid, were revolving in my head the entire morning. As I left the boy's bathroom at school that morning, I bumped into someone on my way out. It's the last possible person I expected to see. "You go here?!" Akemi was just as surprised as me. She followed me when I ignored her. "So, when can you come to practice with us?" I couldn't return to the classroom like this, she might clash with Amara. Well, I don't know if she's calmed down from last night anyway... I also... for some reason don't want the two of them to meet. "Soon, I think. We're almost finished with the album." "Really? About time!" She clapped her hands together and looked genuinely excited. "You better be ready to bring it, because we've been leveling up without you!" "You're a gamer?" "Huh? No! It's just a phrase." "Okay." When I went silent she seemed ticked off. "Anyways you better hurry up and finish." She walked away. Only then did I return to class. I couldn't tell if it's becau
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts The Time is Now
The revised three songs were accepted, as well as the rest of the four tracks. It seems as if the company now plans on re-introducing the Helens to the public by starting off with a solo album first, but at least those other songs are sitting on the back burner. Performace-wise, the rest is up to them. Good luck girls. The Helens all greet me when they all see me outside the practice room now. On my way to ours, I spotted Hayashido-san, she was the quietest but she still dipped her head. I dipped back as I entered our practice room. "Fukuda-san!" "About fucking time!" I was met with a liveliness that was unexpected. This only made me nervous. I practiced the song on my own, but I know band practice was different. They've also been practicing without me and are probably way ahead but well... It's been two years since I even played in a band. I had even given up on performing and just wanted to make music. Here I am again. As I thought the synergy between the band members was on
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Life Goes On
With Claire, Aunt, Uncle, and their entourage gone... I could finally breathe again. Once I used to envy Claire. She had been good at learning languages since young due to her parents' different backgrounds, smart, and obnoxiously confident. Even if Aunt had been a mistress, at least her husband doted on her... even though I'm sure Claire and her mom were ostracized by his family and she clashed with her cousins a lot... I don't think I'd be able to handle that and smile like she does as if nothing is wrong. Where does that strength come from? What inspires her to persist so? Mom's Dad... doted on Aunt too after Divorcing Grandma (Mom's mom was the first wife but she died of cancer long before I was born. The Grandma I know is Grandpa's second wife), even though he ended up cheating again on her, creating my uncles. They're nothing like Mom. You can tell with just a glance. Droplets of love, perhaps if a child is watered that hope and positivity set them up to tackle life? Is that
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Say Hello to my inner Eeyore
A comment popped up in the feed of my suggestions one day. The blog I had started became a little popular when I wasn't looking. I have 103 followers now. It was surprising. It was my day off and I had nothing to do, studying made me light-headed and I was so sick and tired of being cooped up in the salon that I felt like bashing my head against a wall. That was when I suddenly remembered it. Anon: [I heard there are a lot of weird things in Japan? Is that true?] Did I say I was going to Japan? Ah, my last post mentioned it. Hmm... Weird things. I also heard things like that in the past. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to explore the area. Camera, tripod, selfie-stick I packed it away in a bag and ventured off. Ahhhh! It didn't take me long. I snapped a picture. [Weird Thing #1] A vending machine dedicated to bananas. For some reason reading those words made me smile. What the hell? That's so random. This unexpected find made me giddy. I bought one and took a selfi
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Katsumi's Bro
She was waiting on her brother, here. Her parents wouldn't let her brother leave the house by himself, so she accompanied him on his date. His parents didn't know he was dating, he thought they'd be studying. My true thoughts blurted out of my mouth the second she finished explaining. "That sounds incredibly awkward." Taken aback, her small mouth hung open for a bit before sheepishly smiling. Well, fudge. I already blew it so no point in stopping. "Aren't you the third wheel?" I usually try not to show much interest in the affairs of strangers, a sigh escaped me at my strange behavior. I wanted to leave but I ended up sitting in the cafeteria with Katsumi and chatting as we read our purchased manga. After all if I came up with an excuse to leave someone as socially awkward as her would blame herself, at least I would. Was I projecting too much? "It's not so bad..." "Is he even still in this building?" I ask. The light reflected on her lens as she looked up and pulled out her
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Personal Space
That's- I frowned recalling Katsumi's words. "What are you doing? You weirdo." I pushed him out of frame and posed once more to take my shot. "Amara... so cold..." His wobbly and emotional voice made me look his way. He had fallen on the floor, his cheeks flushed. He had tipped over so easily... what the hell?! I felt bad seeing him like that. His face seemed rounder and redder than usual. He really looked like a plush Kagami now. "Are you drunk?" He blinked at me and placed a hand on his knee to stand. I walked over to help. "To think the phrase I could knock you over with just a finger would be true." I held out my hand to help him, and he took it and pressed it against his cheek. My mind went blank, I couldn't help squinting at him. It was dark so I had to double-check if he was a stranger or not. "What...are you doing?" He kissed the back of my hand and I yanked it back. I was going to yell but seeing the glazed look in his eyes, huffed instead. Approaching him from
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Will His Feelings Reach?
Forever. I remember watching those girl friendship cartoons on television. Bratx Vinx Meow Meow Power I remember longing for friends I could huddle around with one day. Wear matching colors or different colors of the same outfit. But... "She's cute y'know but she's sorta weird." I once overheard the guys in my class talking. "She's nice but like, she never says anything." "When I talk to her I feel as if I'm talking to a wall." The girls would say. For the first time, when I met an acquaintance girl who was crying, I remember just staring. If it were me, I wouldn't want people to stare at me. I wouldn't even cry in public. That's embarrassing. If I ask if she's okay would I annoy her? That'd make me annoyed. I would just want to be left alone. "..." In the end, I said nothing. When her friend entered the room, she rushed over and asked her what was wrong and why she was crying. Ah, so that's the natural response... The things that are invasive to me aren't to others.
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