I love my life! -- I love it so much! This world I was happily born in was truly full of miracles! Hey, did you know my name (Kiseki) means ‘miracle’? I was destined to be a miracle! Just by my name alone! I was fit to be someone magical! But nobody would let me! -- Not even my own parents! I was always told that ‘twelve-year-old children shouldn’t be magical girls!’ They apparently think that I’m not suited for the job! Excuse me?! I am PERFECTLY suited for a magical girl! My name means ‘Miracle’. Although, I’d miss my family; my mother, my father and my cat a lot. -- But being a magical girl would be a ton of fun! I want to become one – no matter what my family says to me! Earlier. Today, my teacher – Mrs Akasaka taught us about magical girls! -- I want to become one! -- I want to cause unexpected miracles to this world! -- I want to save people! -- Everyone should praise them; they save so many lives! Sorry! Sorry! I dreamt of becoming a magical girl. I want to hold miracles within my own little, adorable hands! One day; when I was walking to my little, happy school; whom I loved. I saw a girl walking besides me. Usually, I don’t talk to strangers, because it was dangerous. A little Kiseki like me shouldn’t be in danger nor in trouble! That stranger seemed interesting! I wanted to go near her! I want to talk to that stranger! I spent all day at school thinking about that weird stranger I just met. She had long, beautiful, shining blond hair, in half up, half down pigtails. One of them, was held up by a long, red ribbon. (I think it was the left side, I can’t really tell between what’s left and what’s right,) she wore a magical girl uniform, she wore what I think is a reddish-brown corset, at the centre in the front of it, stood a pink heart. She wore two more hearts of the same colour on her hair. She was kind of pale. She was pretty! At the back of the corset was another red ribbon, tied into a big, beautiful bow. And those boots were like ballet shoes. (I used to do ballet with my mum, a few years ago.) Her eyes were cool! It was two different colours – Green and pink! I could tell she was magical, just by the outfit! Don’t judge a book by its cover, my butt! After being distracted for so long, when I was walking back from school, I saw the same interesting, magical girl-ish stranger, this time she sat on a bench. I ran like the light! ‘Hey! HEY!’’ I screamed in excitement, I hopped around frantically, in front of the bench. waving around my hands up and down to get her attention until she looked up at me. ‘Do you know someone who can make me into a magical girl?’ I stopped jumping, I done the pose where I turn my head around with my hands held Infront of my bad, bad area. The stranger scoffed, turns out she was the one who made people into magical girls. ‘I could turn you into one...’ responded, she. Adding a pause that lasted for around five seconds. ‘If that’s what you really wanted.’ ‘I want to! I want to! I want to become a magical girl! I want you to make my wishes come true! Please, oh please! Turn me into a Magical girl! I want it so badly!’ I pleaded to the stranger. ‘But... you must do something for me.’ the stranger added. I stopped – what was this thing I must do for her? -- what was it? -- What was it?
‘There’s this girl.’ She spoke. ‘Years ago, this girl was so adorable; her smile was one I yearned most for. I wanted the best for her, so I prohibited her from becoming the role you wanted to become; a magical girl, to protect her. It went into fruition at first, since she was unaware of me being able to turn people into magical girls.’ ‘One day, I had a bad idea, which I didn’t know it was at the time. I gave her a little gift; it was a comedy mask. Once, I gave it to her. She became delusional. She thought that this mask I gave her was her.’ ‘She thought she remembered everything, she thought she wasn’t supposed to be here. I believe she was paranoid; although she shouldn’t be – she had no reason to be...’ ‘Suddenly, she turned to me, holding the mask in her hands. Her voice was the same as it was, but it was also different; It was monotonous; not like the usual squealy, high-pitched, emotional voice she had, although some emotion of melancholy was intact. ‘“Magi... Do you think I could be a magical girl” she asked me.’ ‘What I didn’t know was that this innocent, adorable, lanky girl was rather smart and manipulative; she found a way to persuade me into making her a magical girl. She guilt-tripped me – She used crocodile tears on me. She done everything in her power to pressure me into making her into a magical girl.’ ‘Eventually, I gave in. Her face was too adorable for me to say “no” to her. So, she became a magical girl. At first, it was a good idea. She fought everything with such grace. Every one of her battles ended in victory. Without much struggle. Other magical girls would depend on her, because without her. They would’ve struggled a lot.’ ‘One day, her delusions about who she was took over her mind. She became uncontrollable, attacking anyone and anything without any thought behind it. Her entire body was covered in red ribbons, her face was the only thing that wasn’t wrapped around in ribbons. She was paler, her face was one of a big smile, that was always static.’ ‘We’ve tried to fight her; we put all our efforts into turning her back to normal, but the battle ended up as a tie. We could not defeat her, while she could not defeat us.’ ‘Recently, we’ve started recruiting new Magical girls -- we got many recruited, but they always end up abstracting. So... do you want to become a Magical Girl?’
