Kagome, Kagome

This is a diary story about an area in Japan during WW2. It is a true story of what happened to the children but I'am writing a diary 1st person perspective which is fiction. This story can be found online as a japanesse song: kagome kagome which translates to circle you, circle you. Also if you go on to www.creepypasta.com or google kagome kagome creepypasta you will find this story. This is about a girl named Helita in a Japanesse orphanage....enjoy!


10. I Don't Like That Boy


Today I found out what that thing the blonde lady gave me. It was a note book and I liked it because it had my name Helita on it and I liked my name. I was happy now because one of the weird eye girls was gone so I was smiling most the day. But the blonde woman kept on leaving to talk to the Nazi people and I didn’t like that. But the group was slimmer than usual because it looked like near 28 or something like that but it might have been because some children don’t like the play room and don’t go in it. These days are getting boring each day because there is less things to do now days. I didn’t like that but still I say in this orphanage, I thought of my mother and father, I didn’t know their faces so I drew what I thought they were like and the way I thought they were was boring because I didn’t know what to draw on them or anything. A kid tried to talk to me today, he had a piece of chocolate on his lip but I didn’t tell him, he had blue eyes so that means they were kinda like mine which also meant he was safe. He has black hair but it wasn’t washed so I didn’t like that. I didn’t like him and he poked me because I tried to walk away and fell and started crying so he ran away. The blonde lady came after that and the boy was leaning over her, I didn’t like him, I liked the blonde lady because she didn’t have weird eyes and she had nice hair and it wasn’t ever greasy and I liked that. But I still didn’t like to be touched no matter who it was but she still tried to touch me but I couldn’t do anything about it because I hurt my knee when I fell so I was too hurt to move. The kid with the scar started laughing in the corner with a friend. He didn’t always have a scar because I gave him the scar but he didn’t cry at that time which means he’s brave but I still didn’t like him because he was the kid that hit me. After the blonde lady fixed my knee, we had dinner and I liked dinner because we had rice soup with a spice in it so it tasted nicer and I liked that. I saw the children in the forest outside in the window but I liked them because they didn’t hurt me but I saw a kid with them and she had weird eyes so I go outside because I didn’t want to get infected, good night diary

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