1 Chapter 1 - This is my life

My name is Yuna.

I love anything that is simple.

I hate what's complicated.

Everything in my life is based on these criteria.

If you're curious how I live my life, I'll tell you.

My family is broken. My father is the head of a famous telephone company, my mother is a famous actress ...

I think most of them could brag about these statutes of their parents, but not me. Ever since I know myself, my mother has not taken me in her arms so as not to spoil her dresses with saliva or to be exposed to the smells of a baby.

Because it would be a 'complicated' situation for her.

My father was always at my office, he called me, sent nannies, bought everything I wanted, instead he didn't want me to 'complicate' his work.

So that's how my life led by this word came about. And I'm not upset. It seems logical to me.

Therefore, at the age of 4 when I was alone in my room suffering from asthma, I was not saddened by the news that my parents are too busy to visit me, since then my life has focused even more on this criterion.

At the age of 10, my parents divorced, my mother was caught in a scandal with another company boss, and she was accused of adultery.

I was there . My parents were arguing about me...

No one wanted me...

- Why are you complicating my life?

That was my father's question when we were in the car. He was the one who was obliged by law to take me, if the mayor's office had not intervened with this law, my parents would have been ready to send me to the orphanage.

So my life went on ...

Having no paternal love, I did not know love or mercy, so you can label me a 'cold heart'.

I could still see false smiles around me from my classmates, who were spreading very ugly rumors about me.

During the breaks I had a quiet place in a tree behind the school, there I always ate my lunch in silence, no one knew that I was there since that time when the girls brought more people to spread gossip I saw and heard them.

Smiles spread from colleagues to nannies ... they always got along well with me, but in the shadows when I watched them I could see them rolling their eyes and gossiping.

My father's relatives hated me. They saw me as a weed...

As long as I don't get complicated, I can have a quiet life.

I had a dream ...

To have a quiet life.

I was a writer ... but not an ordinary one. Of course, there are no writers for 10 years. I had an online page where I wrote stories. This was my window out of the cruel world I was living in.

I was born very smart, it seems ... but not having a parent interested in the child's progress, I didn't notice anyone.

I wasn't writing for fame. On the contrary, I didn't want fame, because it only brings problems, I just wanted a place where I was one hundred percent sure I didn't bring problems, where I could be myself. My name was unknown, but my nickname was Kyoko, and she was very popular.

I liked being Kyoko, because in my eyes she could do anything. And it was true ...

In her stories she could live from the point of view of a princess, or superhero, space traveler, gymnastics champion, and so on.

Every time she felt drowned by the cold words and looks around her, she wrote, wrote about freedom, wrote about happiness, wrote to calm down...

She could easily hide her wounds with a mask, in the end she was the daughter of an actress. No one knew how Yuna was suffering.

That's how time passed and now I was 16 years old. My father sent me to a different high school. This was one that housed many children of other businessmen and was one of the best high schools in the country...

I couldn't wait to get rid of this careless father who hadn't spoken to his 3-year-old daughter, and the first thing he said when they met was:

-Good thing you don't look like your mother.

At my new high school, which was far from the old one, I will lead a simple life.

I will enjoy life.

It's not a big wish.

As long as everything is simple, it's perfect ...

Yes.

For me now happiness is equal to simplicity.

The words?

It no longer affects (even if an animal is constantly beaten, at some point it will not feel pain), its image was not important.

Love?

He didn't need to. She has survived so far without, so there is no need to complicate this annoying feeling.

Friends?

It's just a hassle, meaning 'complicated' ,things, so definitely ,not!

All she needed was her personal laptop, with which she wrote stories.

As long as he had it, it was perfect ...