I'm Kazumi Remi, and i'm a teen girl at age 17. I live here in the slums under a bridge by the Kotonihassamu River, in this broken world. I haven't always lived in the slums though. I kind of had no choice but to move, because i didn't get to finish school... unfortunately. Because my parents died in an accident when i was 9. My parents were the two most wonderful people in the world. My father Kazumi Yoshiro, was a police officer at the Hokkaido police prefectural department in Sapporo. He was a fit and handsome man with dark brown, half short pixie hair. He had soft gray eyes with a hint of icy blue, he also had a good heart and a kind soul, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Well.. at least if he didn't have to. My mother Ishikawa Chia worked as an surgeon at Sapporo-Kosei General Hospital, she had long beautiful black hair, wide open brown eyes and cherry lips. My morter was slim, but very strong both in physical and in will. I guess i have inherited that kind of strong willed personality from her, since i'm still standing here today.

The accident happend when they were running some errands, and i was housewatching, prepping the table for dinner and doing chores around the house. They were both shot multiple times in the chest by some hit and run robber. Well, thats more like unneccesary murder than an accident isn't it? But with that said, i had no other family that could take me in, and I didn't want to end up in a system that tossed me like a ball from one place to another. So i told my fathers colleges that i could take care of myself. I explained that father had though me importent survival skills to make sure i could survive in case i got lost or were by my self. And, wierdly enough. They agreed and said that as long as i said i could, then they believed it. Wierd... Right?

So since i was 9, I had to find a way to live by myself, get food and find things to do to make a living. I spent most of my time in my parents house. Although, that's when all hell broke loose. All my classmates and friends i had at school began bullying me when they heard my parents died, and I stopped showing up at school. I guess the teacher told them. I was kicked out of school, because there was no one who payed my school fee. Offcourse. So, almoust everyday til the day i was forced to move from the house, i was bullied by my classmates. They came by my house after school. Even on holidays. Trashing my parents flowerbeds, tossing trash over the fence, breaking the windows with huge rocks, and tagging all around the house walls. They were wishing me to drop dead and were writing notes that my parents deserved to die. I disgust those A**holes from school soo much, I can't even describe how I felt about the whole situation I was in. Offcourse, I didn't want they're bullying to go unnoticed, unheard of! So, I set up every trap I could think of that my father thought me, around the house and by the front gate. Because, i am one who believes in karma, and what goes around comes back around eventually. Atleast I hoped so. And it actually did!

And when things would be bright one day, they began to darken soon after. And from this bad situation of the house that was destroyed by the bullies from school, it really was an eyesore for the public. And the situation took a turn for the worse... when, a month before my 15th birthday I got a letter from the bank. Saying that the land the house stood upon was being sold and the house was to be torn down. Offcourse, I was sad about it, because i actually had a place to live in and call my home... but alas, the gods have not intended to let me live like everyone else here. So, since that day i found a place under this bridge, were i built a somekind of houselooking shelter for me to sleep in at night.

I'm at the moment working at a local street market selling art and jewelry that i make myself, not making alot of sales though. But enough to buy myself a meal every now and then, and neccesary sanitary things, tools and clothes i need. When i get back to my shelter at night, i think about how messed up this world is, and my world to not say the least. Everywere you look there's trash, oilspill, death, bloodstains and what not it's like a steamcity. With many robots replaceing humans. And most nights you can hear people yelling, cursing and just aren't nice or friendly anymore like before. Beating each other over nothing, it seems.

I have since i moved avoided the places where i knew my previous classmates would be. Finding work here and there, storing my cash that i earn in the bank for later use. I don't want to waste anything on unnecessary things.

I don't actually know what i want or where I am going in life, I'm kinda good at painting and drawing pictures, and making jewelry though. Maybe I can do this full-time. I don't know. But I know this, I'm lonely that's for sure. I just want a roof over my head, or at least a safer place to stay. I want a real friend i can talk to, and who respects me and acknowledge my flaws and who i have become since i lost my parents, and that this is a part of me and who i am right now. A friend that can support me and my wishes and dreams for the future. That would be totally awesome. I hope the future holds more for me than this. I'm growing more tired and depressed for each and every day that passes. I really hate this place, but then again that's all there is in this world of ours! Hate! But I wish my life would be different, I wish I didn't live in this hell hole. I want to get out. But where do I go? I don't know... maybe I shouldn't think much about it, I'll only get more depressed.