So finally - That's me

First of all, 
let me apologize for this long periode of silence between us.
So, to explain, i was, or i am, in stress and very busy at this time.
It's nice on the new school, but i have to work a lot - 
but i took the time, now, at spring holidays to make a short description about me 
(a few of you liked to knew a little bit more about me, 
if you do not want to, just read my short story for today and do not scroll down this page).

Cherry blossom

She took a few steps forward and laid her head in her neck.

The orange shimmer of the golden, setting sun warmed her pale skin, and her brown eyes looked into the light pink sky. On the horizon, the rainbowcolours filled the heaven in a slowly way and a soft wind was moving the air. A few bird flew around, sung a little, cheerful melody, but they were getting more and more lower. The night was falling, but it was going to be a bright, warm night.

She simply knew it.

The stones under her bare feet were warm, they was filled by the going heat of the sun and the air tasted sweet like a cherry blossom. She leaned herself against the wall of stone and flowers and dipped her toes into the little brook. The water was clear and cool and it shone in the moonlight.

She did not know how long she was sitting there, remembering the events of the day.

The laughter that echoed through the garden, the smiles the others granted her.

The jokes, the surprises that moved her heart and her lips in the same way and the sweet cakes that posessed the taste of the rainbow inside a case of starlight. In truth there were just the taste of her national cake - sugered pineapplepaste.

The kimono she wore was as old as she but it still was clean - a soft rose underground with pink flowers at the top, a white, long shirt - with golden details. It was not so special but it was like her.

She remembered a time when she was little, a time she played with the others like she did today, but also, a time when her kimono was bloodstained and her dark eyes filled with tears.

Yes, Taiwan was not a young nation but althoug she was not that old, her mind was filled with memories.

The girl was like the island, cheerful and beautiful and had a little bit weakness and melancholy between her joyful spirit. She was often cold when she visit the others in the north but she liked these Europeans.

When she was with them, she could let go. She could be herself and she simply loved that feelings the others emitted - they were honest. She was not in that argument, in that fight anymore - the fight about to how she belonged.

The girl opened her eyes again and looked up to the stars.

She had just one whish.

Independence.

A few facts

My name is Luisa, most of the people just call me Lulu, so this name is also okay.

I am now seventeen years old, in high school and a dancer for many years.

My hobbies are dancing, writing, a little bit of singing (mainly when I'm alone) and drawing.
I also like to read books, fantasy and espacially history-books and mangas - I am a cosplayer too, if you want to know this.

I do not want to tell you a lot about my personal background, but to make it short, i have endured some things in my life. No big drama and nothing to make a pushed catastrophe out of it but it was not nice what some people have done to me. Most of all, i write to erase the pain or to share very nice feelings with you - the next few post will proof this fact.

This website is just for fun, to share my thoughts about some things, to share my poetry, my prosa, to express my fantasy-filled mind.