I Am Not Ready

Date: June 21, 2029

Dear diary,

This is the first time I met you and very happy to talk to you about what's been going on in my life. Let me introduce myself to you, my friend. My name is Kyoko and I am fourteen. I've been wanting to tell you about what happened from last week, but I did not have you until a week later it happened. The story starts off when my mother screams.

"ISAMU!! YOU'RE GONNA GET KILLED FOR THIS PRANK YOU DID TO ME!!" screams Kimi.

My dad barges into my room laughing while I was sleeping. I woke up not knowing what's going on.

"Dad, what happen?" I asked yawning.

"Well," he sighed. "I did a prank on your mother and she's very mad right now."

"You should apologize to her," I told him. "Even though she's mad."

He nodded and left my room. I got up and got dressed in a beautiful red dress for my band contest at my school. This is the first time that our school is letting our band be in the contest. I grabbed my violin and went downstairs. When I got downstairs, I saw my parents talking to the police at the front door. I crept up, hid behind the couch, and heard what they were talking about.

"I know that your daughter is responsible for this," said the police. "She needs to come with me."

"No, she never did anything wrong Miss Officer," my dad talked sternly. "She would never light a house on fire."

I am accused for lighting a house on fire? I thought to myself. I don't have any lighter or anything else.

"Well I am sure that the people saw what happened," said the officer.

"Well did you ask any of them?" my father questioned him.

"No," the officer starts to blush and ran out to her car.

I sigh with relief and hurried out. My parents saw and greeted me. They told me what happened with officer, and I just nodded. We ate our breakfast together and went to the school for my contest. The car ride to the school was chaotic and very bumpy which wanna make hurl in the car. We made it to the school safely and I am glad that I did not throw up on my clothes.

"Are you ready to rock the stage," asked mom.

I laughed a little and said, "Yes I'm ready."

I went to the backstage where all the bands are gathered together. I saw none of my band members and asked the principal where they were.

"Well, they should be here," told Mrs. Sugawara.

"Oh. Okay then. I'll be finding them," I told her. "Thanks Mrs. Sugawara."

I walked around in the back stage finding my teacher and the rest of the band. I saw them walk through the door. I ran to them and greeted them. I was getting worried about them because they might not make it in time.

"Hey, girlfriend! How's it been?" Kai greeted me.

"Ah, nothing much," I said", but I can't wait for school to end."

"Ditto," Kai agreed.

Our team watched the other bands come and go. At last the judges called our band name "The Wrath of Fighters" and we went out. We prepared and started our song. After we started, a mysterious guys walked to the backstage. When we finish our song, I looked for that guy.

I found the guy and followed him. Whenever he looked back, I stopped following him and walked to some spot. Somehow he knew that I was following him. He turned around for the last time, grabbed me and locked me in the janitor's room. I started screaming for help, but nobody helped me because it was too far from the people.

After two hours, I stopped and sat down. I heard screams, stuff breaking, and crackling from a big thing. I felt the door knob and it was burning hot. I knew that it was fire and I was gonna die the same day of the contest. The smoke filled the room and fire started burning down the door. As the fire burned the rest of the door, I inhaled the smoke that stung my throat and prayed it wouldn't be my last breathe.

I heard whispers saying, "Just walk through the fire, just do it."

It constantly whispers the same thing and I went through the fire. I looked at my skin and I knew that I can walk through fire. I ran to find a fire extinguisher, but it was all taken by someone. I though of a plan really quickly, but I also thought it would impossible to do.

I ran to the middle of the school. I spread my legs shoulder length and brought all the fire to me. The fire died down when it got close to me. I walked around looking at all the burnt bodies. I noticed that there was two fewer people and that two people are my parents.

I went outside and saw my parents car gone. I wonder if my parents are still alive, I thought. I ran to my house and saw that the door was open. I walked in the house slowly and saw my parents tied up to chairs struggling. The guy came out with a machete. He laughed evilly.

"You!" I shouted. "You killed the people my school!"

"Yes,