Sarah's back story .:You'll only see me cry once:.

You'll only see me cry once....
I've always smiled, even when I was small.. Growing up around a war doesn't really give people much of a reason to smile. or being happy 24/7 like me.
Oh my name almost for got to say it.
My name is Sarah I don't know my last. Parents never told me, So here is my life told in by me.
Listen well so ya don't miss anything~


I was born in the safe haven of Nepal. It was pretty nice. My parents were more like adventurers they would try to travel all around the world or well the parts were there was no gas. Yeah yeah, I know it's pretty dangerous right? But they didn't care. They waited still I was what like 5 or 6 before taking me out with them outside of the safe haven. We traveled around for a quite some time... I was 15 when mother took ill and we returned to Nepal. I always smiled, because mother asked me to. She said I had a pretty smile... But on December 15th my smiled faded to tears. Mother passed away. It felt like the world crumbled around me. I didn't know what to do with myself. Worse of all, I was abused by all the other children. I was hated for my looks, my family's adventuring.. Everything... One day while I was out a large group of boys and girls beat me. I ran my long blond hair covered with my own blood. Cuts covered my arms and legs, my clothes torn. My eyes filled with tears. It was late I had to get home soon.... How? I was in a panic... I covered my month to hide my crying tears. I looked at my wrist it had the bracelets my mother gave me... I was pushed to a corner what could I have done? I put my bracelets in my pocket and fought back. I never wanted to hurt anyone and I tried my best not to.... Braking bones., causing bruises.. Yet I never killed not one of them... even tho the through ran though my mind. So many times... But what I thought over and over was what my mother told me..
" Never do a senseless killing it only means a meaningless death "

I kept those words close to heart... After I finally got away I ran straight home. Covered in my own blood, dripping from my arms and down my legs. Running down my face mixed with tears. I nearly gave my father a heart attack. He cleaned me up that's when I told him
" Papa, I'm leaving Nepal.. "
whoa he sure was shocked and didn't want me to leave. But I wasn't taking no for an answer.. My mind was made up and I'll be damned if I was backing down. He soon agreed to let me go, but on one condition if I smiled like I always did.
How could I smile? After losing mother and getting abused all in the same day? I said I would see what I could do but father won't let me go unless I agreed... After a few days. pasted I agreed to what my father's agreement. Not because I wanted to leave but because I know that mother would have wanted me too. I finally packed my belongings and left with a smile on my face. Now  I wear long boots to hide my scared legs and I keep my bandages on my arms. Yet why I feel as tho I should lie and tell others I got my scars from fighting on the battlefield.
So now... I this is my life story
short and sad yes
Now I have my own clan and I treat life as a fun little game.
Now only you the reader of this story knows my past.
So now what will you do? Who knows but I know I shall continue to live life just as my mother would have
To the fullest
Farewell~!
Sarah~~