Summary: A young girl, growing up in innocence, is shown the reality of the world. Crushed, she searches for truth, for someone who understands her. She never expected to find love in the most unexpected of places.

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A/N: Well, would you look at this? A new story! Well, this is actually not going to be very long. At most fifteen chapters. (not including this one)

Anyways, this is actually based off of a story my friend wrote. Actually, it is entirely based of it. All I’m doing is putting it into a different format and making it longer. So, it’s sort of mine, sort of hers. But mostly hers.

…so I guess this, technically, would be fan fiction. Eh… Whatever. I don’t own the plot. So there. Oh, and by the way, she had originally titled this story “Who Needs a Dictionary?” But, at her consent, I changed it. Maybe I’ll use that as one of the chapter titles?

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What Raging Fires Shall Flood the Soul

Prologue

I grew up in what some people would call total innocence. Excusing the fact that we had little money, I had no worries. I was happy the way we were living, my parents and I, even if we couldn’t always get the latest gadgets and gismos. Sometimes, we would get lucky and my parents would surprise me with new clothes and maybe even my favorite game. I was so happy then I would show off my clothes to the neighbors. It certainly taught me the value of a dollar.

Though, maybe the reason we were so poor all the time was because we were constantly moving. I don’t remember the last time we stayed in one place for more than a year. It was always for one reason or another; but most of the time, it was for my dad’s job. He always seems to get relocated somewhere. But, even I knew better. Despite the innocence of my youth, that was the one flaw in it, like a raw diamond.

My father was always causing trouble. At the slightest things, like his favorite football team losing yet another game, he would go out drinking. Sometimes he would go just for the heck of getting a buzz. That was the one thing in my life that I hated with a passion, because afterwards when he came home, he took out his emotions on my mom and me. Well, mostly my mom, because she was always protecting me. I felt bad, still do, for that matter, that I couldn’t do more to help and protect her back then. Now I can defend myself. I was ready for middle school and for any trash talk.

Or so I thought.

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A/N: Well...sadly, that's it for the prologue. It's sad, especially for me. I usually write 5 to 8-page chapters, even for is barely a page. Maybe I should elaborate more... Eh. I know this is sort of boring right now, but I promise it gets better. This is actually something I added in, just to start things off a little more...professionally.

Anyways, please review!

-Akane