Hanazawa Keiko

(First person point of view) -The Secret Maid of St. Aurelia Academy- It was twelve years ago. Roughly around the time of my fourth birthday, I don't remember it all, I was a child then. But I do remember one part, one vivid core memory ingrained into my neocortex that I try so hard to forget. But I just can't. The break in, glass hitting the floor, yelling, lot's of it, unintelligible prayers. Screaming, my father's first, a loud bang, his voice no longer echoed through the hallways, my mother's, screaming, another loud bang, her voice also disappearing through the seemingly endless hallway. I don't remember how, or why I was in front of the door at that time. It was open, my father's body sprawled over the bed, my mother's near the closet. The intruder, my torturer, still, shaking, the weapon still on the floor covered in their own crimson fluid. I grabbed it, cocked it back, and pulled the trigger. No voices lingered it that house. Authorities ruled it double homicide, and I was protected under the justified homicide law. Unfortunately, I was placed in foster care. Following that we're the worst months of my life. Until that one day, that one glorious day, I was adopted by someone, a family. A father, a mother, and a daughter, the same age as me. They we're quite literally drowning in money, so paperwork was efficient enough, and I was living with them within a couple of months. I served as the personal maid of their daughter, yet keeping my authoritive role as her sister, and best friend. Years later, I attend the same highschool, my background undercover for legal reasons. -Enter dialogue- ?- "These uniforms are...rather vast in size." H.K- "Relax, you'll grow into it eventually. It is your first day after all." ?- "Ms. Hanazawa if I may-..." -End dialogue-