CHAPTER ONE

Every day was the same for poor 16 year olf Mira Inatashu, she is a goth living in utashi a city in japan, although different, she had a natural beauty. it wasn't the black eye liner or the blood red lipstick, or even the leather studded choker that complimented her face. but it was everything, from her light brown freckles, pale skin and the light green eyes that look as though she stared through you not at you, she looked so innocent. Mira was usually discriminated because of her appearance, not for who she was.

The shrilling screech of her alarm clock could pierce even the coldest of hearts, she woke up to this tone most days on the rare occassions that she didn't she was usually up before. after wiping the sleep from her eyes she headed for the shower, lockong the door behind her the turning the shower on, she removed her nightdress to reveal her naked, pale skinned body, she was slim and had a fine hour glass figure. she stepped into the shower and shivered when the water droplets first made contact with her skin, she liked the feeling of a shower in the morning, feeling refreshed and all that. after her shower she wrapped a towel around her torso and breasts, the she went into her room and selected her clothes. she put on her black shirt, red and black checkered shirt, both spiked leather bracelets and her leather studded choker. then she added her much loved make up which consists of eyeliner, mascara, and her favourite blood red lipstick.

to others she looked goth and was as weird as weird could be, she, herself thought that she looked ugly, the truth was that she didn't. her walk to school was only the start of what was to come, she recieved verbal abuse, even though she didn't hear it she knew it. she always had her i-pod on, to deafen and possibly mute all voices that spoke, Bauhaus was here favourite band, she always listened to them, she never got bored of them.

she sat there in school watching the people laugh at her, even her teachers enjoyed the odd joke, sure, she was different, but wasn't everyone? the verbal abuse never stopped, school was a place where people were meant to feel safe, not to be ridiculed and discriminated by people so shallow.

at lunch she usually sat there in the corner of the libary, a place where peace and quiet was guarenteed. she usually stuck her head into a book or just sat there listening to her i-pod. when she finished her lessons she always visited the local record shop to see if they have any decent music, they never usually had any new material, but the old stuff was better in Mira's opinion. she left the shop and saw he mist had rolled in, time to get home. when she reached her gate, she walked toward the pine door that faced her, she opened it and wandered into her abode, she headed up the stairs to her room. she turned on her stereo and played 'she's in parties' by Bauhaus, Mira then turned her gaze to outside the window and saw the mist decend from the black mountains... "tomorrow will be good" Mira said while bringing her legs up onto the bed and continued, " it will bring me love...", she knew the old sayings were wrong and folklore was never right, she liked to think that it would bring some piece of mind to her though, Mira gigled quietly to herself then lied bakc and drifted off to slumber in peace.