I was captivated by its shimmering beauty, sparkling before my eyes. It ignited a dream within me, urging me forward. There's not much to say, really.

Anime is cool, but the thought of creating one seems even more exhilarating. I exclaimed with a bright smile.

"It's enough for today; it's time to go to bed," my dad said enthusiastically.

"You won't grow up if you don't get enough rest" he added, his face beaming with a smile. I couldn't help but reply.

"But wouldn't I be taller than you if I grow up too quickly?" Surprised by my response, he chuckled, and we shared a laugh together.

I begged for more time to continue watching my favorite anime, but my dad didn't agree. 

Wait... Seriously? I had no choice but to resort to my special technique – the "cutie cat eyes."

 I gazed directly into his eyes and pleaded to stay up a bit longer. He looked back at me, unmoved, and firmly asked me to go to sleep.

Hmm, hmm. "Yeah, Dad, I'll sleep later." Wait, what? He still resisted? I was shocked. Since when did my dad become so resistant? 

He approached me and glanced at the TV. It was playing WISSY, my favorite anime, with my beloved character, Mango. My dad then turned his gaze towards me and asked, "She's beautiful, right?" I happily nodded in agreement.

"It's time to go to bed," my dad reiterated. No! It was a trap. 

He lifted me onto his back and carried me to bed. He wished me goodnight, and I pretended to be asleep, hoping he would leave quickly. Once he was gone, I went to the window and gazed at the sky. I made a promise to myself that I would create an animation that would surpass my favorite anime. Yes, I would reach for the sky.

Bip! Bip! Bip! Bip! Bip! Bip!

Oh? It was all a dream? Or perhaps a memory of my past aspirations. How old was I again? I think I was six. Ten years have passed, and I still hold onto the same dream.

The chirping of the bird outside my window woke me up more effectively than my alarm. I must have forgotten to close the windows last night as well. Oh... I forgot to introduce myself.

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My name is Emma Komachi, and today I'm getting ready for school. I might be a bit disheveled and full of energy, but at least everyone says I'm a cool person, except my brother.

"You let the water keep dripping, Emma!"

"Sorry, Goqu, but I need to hurry," I replied while rushing to catch the bus I was about to miss. I grabbed a piece of bread and bid farewell to my mom. I sprinted as fast as I could, and miraculously made it on time.

Exhausted, I wiped the sweat off my face with a handkerchief. When I looked up, my best friend, Tempest, was standing there.

"What was it this time? Goqu or the alarm?" he asked, concerned.

"Option two," I replied, taking the handkerchief. "Have you told your family yet?" he asked, disappointment evident in his eyes.

"No," I replied, assuring him that I planned to tell them before graduation. He looked away, still unsatisfied. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to rest.

I am determined to become the greatest animator ever. It's a promise I made to myself.

After some time, the bus ride came to an end, and I decided to let Tempest know that I wouldn't be having lunch with him today. We weren't in the same class, so our only time together was during our journey to school, during school hours, and on our way back home.

Tempest understood my needs and commitments. After all, he's my best friend. Who else could understand my burning desire to become an animator, to the point where I barely have a social life?

"Wow!! Emma, your drawings are getting cooler every day!" 

I found myself surrounded by a crowd, as always whenever I started drawing. 

"Can you draw something for me next time?" one of my classmates asked. I nodded in agreement. 

Drawing was important to me, and it wouldn't hinder my progress.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and our teacher entered. She instructed us to return to our seats so that the class could begin. 

"As you're about to graduate, it's crucial for all of you to stay focused on your goals," she advised. Our teacher then asked each of us to share our goals and the high school we aspired to attend.

Doctor, mayor, designer, footballer, and various other aspirations were voiced by my classmates. Finally, it was my turn. Standing up confidently, I declared that I would apply to AMIHS (Animation Mechanisms Innovative High-School) and expressed my unwavering determination to become the greatest animator ever.

All eyes turned towards me in the classroom. I expected laughter or mockery regarding my goal, but I didn't care. Flashes of my past memories rushed through my mind. However, to my surprise, the class didn't burst into laughter. Instead, they responded with encouragement.

"That's an amazing goal!" one of my classmates exclaimed. 

"Yeah, we'll be rooting for you to achieve your dream"

I was taken aback. People rarely encouraged me on this path. A gentle breeze blew through the window, and I couldn't help but smile in response to their support.