WARNING: This fic contains adult themes and language so I wouldn't really recommend it for little kids. This is the entire story about Miyamoto and I hope her fans will enjoy it.....>ValeJesse<
CAPTER 1: FAREWELL
"I'm saying you're a stupid, irresponsible and immature girl!" a 45 year old woman with long, brown hair and brown eyes yelled at a young girl.
"But...mama...that wasn't my fault...." the girl replied. She was 16 years old and was dressed like a rich girl. In fact, it was what she really was: a rich girl with a possessive family.
"What are you saying? Did someone sexually harassed you?" her mother asked.
"No..." the young girl said. She was very scared and her mother very angry. The girl began to cry.
"Why are you crying? You, stupid girl! I had a future for you: with all of those fashion shows we made a fortune! But you're too irresponsible to understand and now...look what you have done to yourself...you ruined your life, Miyamoto, and your family." The woman replied yelling.
"Oh, shut up, mama!" the girl we identify as Miyamoto-chan said. Now she was crying very much but her tone of voice was angry just like her mother's. "You know I didn't like fashion shows and I don't want to be a model. I hate my life: being a rich model wasn't what I really wanted from my life. I tried so many times to tell you this but you didn't understand me." Miyamoto said in a desperate tone. She was very beautiful: she had long, violet hair down to her shoulders and a tone of light make up was on her blue eyes. Her skin was soft and delicate, like every other model.
"So, what do you want from you're life? Don't tell me you don't want to be rich and famous!"
Miyamoto took a deep breath before she spoke. "I....All I wanted is...tobe a pokemon master."
Her mother didn't reply as she slapped her daughter's perfect face. "You, ungrateful! You disappointed me! You can't ba a pokemon master or neither a model, because you...you are pregnant! You are just a stupid girl, a bitch!" The woman yelled.
Miyamoto was silent as she cried in pain. She thought about what she had done: her mother was right, she was an irresponsible girl and now she had ruined herself...forever.
"Anyway...who is the father? Where is he?" Her mother's angry voice asked.
"My ex boyfriend. But when I told him I was pregnant he disappeared......mama...I'm sorry." The girl said with fear in her eyes. She knew what her mother would have said.
"Sorry? It's too late. I can't forgive you for your error only if you choose abortion." The woman said with a disappointed look on her face
"What? Don't you know that abortion is murder? I don't want an innocent child dying because of my error! I don't care if I'm only 16 or if you won't forgive me, I'm sorry but this child is going to see the world!" She said as her mother slapped her again on the face. This time is was harder...
"I don't know what to say, Miyamoto. You are 16 and you can't take care of a child,YOU CAN'T BE A WOMAN, besides you will ruin the reputation of the family. But it is your decision and if you really want this stupid child I don't want you living in this place anymore. Prepare all your stuff and leave, please. Don't come back again!"
"But mama...how can you..."
"Did you hear me? Get out of my sight! I don't want to see you again and don't try to come back! I hate you!." Miyamoto's mother yelled.
Miyamoto went upstairs crying. She had never cried so desperately before. The girl slammed the door of her room and took her backpack freom the wardrobe. She put in some clothes, money, and many other things.
"I can't believe my mother kicked me out of home..." Miyamoto thought while tears fell on her cheeks.
Miyamoto's bedroom was very beautiful, with a big wardrobe full of clothes that she wore only in fashion shows. On a small table there was a photo of her at her first fashion show: she was 13 and she was wearing one of those stupid Armani's creation..."How much I hate fashions shows!" Miyamoto thought. Next to that photo there was another photo with three people: Miyamoto's family. She stared at it: her mother, herself and...her father who died 3 years ago. She sighed as she took the photo and put it in her backpack. She went out of her beautiful bedroom knowing that she will never see it again.
Miyamoto went downstairs with her backpack on her shoulders. Her mother was standing in front of her and for a second mother and daughter stared into each other;s eyes.
"Farewell mother." Miyamoto said with an angry but alse sad voice. She opened the door and she went outside in that cold, winter night.