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Okinate

Okinate. Thats what its called. Okinate, the worst sickness anyone could catch. It means "love for the stranger". My parents had the "okinate". I always wondered why mommy and daddy would never hold hands when they were out together, theyd barely even look at each other. I dont even know how i remember these things, but somehow I do. All i have left is a picture of them laughing in my room. Of course, no one knows i have it. My name was originally Kira Onini. It is now Kira Kanigawa, because Onini is now known as the family that had broke the rules. I get constantly called hybrid and whatnot, sometimes mongaloid and on special occasions nigger. I dont even know what that means but i brush off whatever people call me. Ive gotten numb to all comments. Ive got only one friend, and she is the best friend i could ask for, Jackie. Jackie is my opposite, she is always smiling and full of energy not to mention she is sublime and filthy rich. Why she chose to sit next to me that day in primary, who knows. Straights A's and everything, shes amazing. Sometimes i just want to swap places with her. Jackie is a Gony, she always would form into something funny when i was upset. God do I love her. She accepts me just as I am, even after i told her my horrible secret. Now let me tell you something about our cruel government, they will do anything to prevent okinate. Anything. About 50 years ago, scientists discovered there was a way to make sure no one could contract Okinate. They perform surgery on the brain, after doing so the person does not feel the desire to even approach someone of the opposite race. Everyone has to undergow it once they turn 16....so in 20 days for me. My parents were special cases, they were so madly in love that even the surgery coudnt keep them away. And they had me. In secret, we would constantly move. I didnt understand why as a child, but its as clear as ice now. Oh its 7 already, i have to meetup with Jackie at the gym. We have a common passion, boxing. I inherited it from my father and her, her mother. What would I be without her.