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Memories. They are very important, of course. But they can cause pain, and depressing feelings. That is why I, Tohru Shiba, keep my memories locked up to myself. I said to myself, I needed to express a little. So I'm writing these painful memories down. I am usually alone, since my whole family has died. Everyone died, including my long lost sister. I ran away from the orphanage, when I was five. I've lived by myself, traveling village to village, working for money. Now I am 15, and I live in a small cottage in Orange Rose Woods.

I was moved into an orphanage when three years old. Its started at my parent's house, when we were having our big New Year Eve's Family Bash. My little cousin, Kyra, bumped into the stove while playing tag, accidently turning it on. No one knew this.

"Tag! You're it Violet!" Kyra said, tagging my sister, Violet.

"Ok everyone! Outside! Time to eat!" said my mother, holding me in her arms.

Everyone went outside, not knowing that the stove was left on, with rags on top of it. They finished my last bites, as my mother said, "Ok everyone, you know the family tradition, everyone inside to watch the New Year come!" They all moved inside, Everyone was stuffed into a room, watching the big T.V. Then there was the big explosion. I heard screaming, as the stove burst into flames. My father went in first to stop the fire. My mother handed me to my Aunt Kagura, and screamed, "Everyone! Outside!" Since we lived in a house mostly wooded, the fire spread so quick, we were surrounded by fire.  I was dropped out of my Aunt's hand without anyone knowing. The fire deparmtent soon arrived. I saw a small gap where the fire was put out, and I crawled out. The policemen were talking,

 "All of them dead. All of them, exept for the two siblings. They're gone." 

I crawled into the street, at night, until I was found by a Nun, who took me to the orphanage. Two years past, and I ran away from the orphanage. Now I am fifteen, I go to school, I work, I go grocery shopping, I do everything to support myself.

I was walking out of the school building, heading to Ms. Sherryl's house. Ms. Loryalie Sherryl was a rich snotty lady, who only cared for herself, and was a very beautiful lady, in her mid-twenty's. It was worth it though. They gave me lunch, and the house wasn't really dirty, because they were orginized. Ms. Sheryll saw me cleaning, and she aproached me.

"You, come here! I want you to baby-sit my little darlings. I have to run out to a party. It could be... One Hundred dollars an hour? Is that enough?" To her, One Hundred an hour is like a penny an hour. I agreed, and she told me I could take a shower in the bathroom.  As I was taking a shower, I thought of my sister.

One morning, I was eating breakfast, and picked up the paper.
"Missing body found; Violet Shiba!" I was startled. They said they found a bullet through her head. I was upset, but I never cried. I learned to deal with my surroundings, and my past.

I finished up showering, and I was lucky, becasue these kids were my friends. They loved to help me out, when their mother wasn't looking.

'Ms. Shiba!! You're going to baby-sit us!?!? Awesome!" they said exitedly, jumping on me. "Ok ok! What do you want me to make for lunch?" They all agreed on Macaroni and Cheese, and the baby-sitting began. 

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