Yes! A World Without Scars is back :D i finished btw :D i sent it to my english teacher to be sent to the book-making thing and ill have a physical copy by june X3 My next assignment is to design a cover :3 share any ideas you have please !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~ wait :0 ! before you read: summary/concept: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1263299330/ chapter 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1263481078/ chapter 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279003239/ chapter 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279008233/ finished? great ! have this: Chapter 4: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1304418826/s
Nine years ago. . . “Okay, everyone, today we are going to draw pretty landscapes! You can draw any place you like that makes you feel happy! Remember to use lots of colors and make it beautiful; when you are finished, you may give it to a family member for Oseibo8.. Don’t forget to write your name on the back!” instructed Yamada-sensei. It was art class. My favorite part of sho-ichi. We got to use all different mediums, such as paints, markers, and crayons, and make pictures to bring home and hang on the fridge. Though on this particular day, I was struggling to find a place to draw that made me “happy”. What was “happy”? Happy with my parents, usually at home, as I was viewed as "weird" by my classmates. Everyone saw me as too much, as I would talk on and on about anything that interested me as soon as it was mentioned. Even my own teachers didn’t want to deal with me. They always let me just draw in the corner just to shut me up. I didn’t mind that, though. At the time, I viewed it as them being nice, letting me do something I enjoyed, but as I got older, I began to realize they did this for a different reason. While trying to think of what made me “happy,” I immediately thought of rainbows. I had always loved rainbows. They seemed like something everyone knew of, but there were so many things the average person didn’t know, such as that they are actually full circle, and no two people see the same one. Double rainbows were the coolest. They are caused when light reflects twice inside a raindrop. And there are also moonbows, which happen with light from the moon, but they are much fainter. Rainbows fascinated me, and I thought they would fascinate everyone else, too. But whenever I would talk to anyone else about them and relate every conversation to them, everyone always seemed so annoyed. They would tell me that they were “just rainbows” and that they didn’t even happen that often anyway. That didn’t stop me, though. I would still find a way to sneak them into every conversation and share my information with anyone who would listen. I began to draw my rainbow landscape, sketching the outline of a double rainbow, when I noticed some commotion next to me. There was a kid next to me with other kids around them that seemed to be being mocked. They were resting their face in their hands, a broken black crayon in front of them. On their paper was a drawing of what seemed to be a black hole with smoke surrounding it. Odd, but it was a cool idea. Was that what all the fuss was about? I tapped them on the shoulder, trying to make sure they were alright. The other kids had already sat back down at this point. They didn’t seem to be crying or anything, but they could still have been upset. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked gently. They glanced up and looked me in the eye. “I’m fine,” they replied dryly. I looked down at the drawing. “What’s this? I like it. Does it make you happy?” “You think so?” they answered, smiling slightly, “It’s a void. It may seem a bit boring, but it makes me happy because there are no people there. It’s empty forever. I like being alone.” That was definitely a cool take on it. I tried to recall their name from the past, but I never really paid any attention in class when no one was directly talking to me. Besides, this kid seemed like a quiet one, so even if I had been paying attention, I wouldn’t have known anything about them anyway. Though I did remember how Sensei told us to write our names on the back of our papers. Without thinking of anything but that, I reached for their paper and flipped it over. “What are you doing-” they said, seeming concerned for their drawing. I brought it towards me. “Ishikawa Sayuri9.,” I read out loud. “Yeah,” Sei said back. “Hi Sayuri! I’m Yuki! My name means “courage”! What does yours mean?” Sei looked at me for a second, overwhelmed like most people when I spoke to them, but instead of telling me I was annoying and shutting me down, they were different. They took in what I said and my question and did their best to form a response. “I’m not actually sure,” they replied, “But now that you mentioned it, I’d kind of like to know.” “That’s fine! You should ask your parents when you get home.” “Okay.” “Do you like rainbows?” 8. Oseibo is a Japanese end-of-the-year gift-giving celebration to show friends and family how much you care about them and to strengthen bonds for the new year. 9. Sei’s given name was Sayuri, which is where the name Sei comes from, but after coming out, they discarded that name and chose Sei, which is typically a unisex Japanese name. Although in this scene, when they were young, they still went by Sayuri. Yuki uses they/them pronouns for young Sei, as even though they were still a girl at the time, with Yuki’s present knowledge of their identity, she can respectfully address Sei correctly.
