The Last story I write is called Shooting Star. It about a 14 year olb who jions a gang. Shooting Star was nothing short of a horrible title. This is the last story I will write. Sad that I will never write some stories. Pokemon. Although it will be quite difficult if I tried. Anyway I hope you guys have a wonderful day. I have to finish this story. Bye
Yomoto (I didn't feel like spellin gout my entire name today.)A webpage of Anime is finally under construction. I know it horrible but I worked really hard. And gomena sai if any of my stories are awaste of time. They were written motnths ago and I haven't written in a bery long time. Yomoto.

“I never noticed”

I never noticed the pitter patter of the

rain as it beat against the sill.

I never noticed how the windows

fog as the rain cooled.

I never noticed the chirping blue-feathered

robins or the red cardinals that always

sung at my door.

I never noticed the fair of a new

day.

I never noticed the cool breeze of

A spring.

I never noticed the complementaries

of the earth.

I never noticed the clashing tides

cascading down with ease.

I never noticed the bright

stars that glistening in that dark obsess

we call night.

I never noticed that pale pearl

Engulfed in ebony.

I never noticed how life could

be so short.

I never noticed those quiet

Lakes, swaying green tendrils, or

That gift I received.

I never noticed until the

Gift is about to be taken

Away.

Author’s Note: Ah masen I do not have an author’s note this time. This was written in school on Feb 28,2001.