Over the course of many years, Sora had gradually come to the realization that no matter how alone he felt, how empty inside and out of touch with people he could be, that he could always find solace in his writing. When he'd initially moved away from Twilight Town and to Destiny Islands, Sora had fallen into a depression. It had been induced from losing the daily contact with his best friend, Roxas, and being forced into a completely different environment.

Where Twilight Town had been filled with gangs, liberals and high school dropouts, Destiny Islands was full of sports-loving beach junkies who thought smoking pot was the 'in' thing. It was a place where the students were permitted to wear sandals to school and members of the blitzball team were idolized.

Roxas, Sora's best friend and closest confidant, had dropped out from Twilight High whenever his father had died, much to Sora's dismay. They'd gotten into a heated argument over it for weeks, though Sora knew that the blond had only done so in order to take a paying job to help pull his weight around the apartment Sora knew Roxas shared with his mother and sister.

Not long after that, Sora's parents had decided to move him out of his home town and drag him all the way across the world to a little island where new sitcoms were the biggest thing and the most popular kid in school could surf like a professional, but couldn't add two plus two.

It had taken a good two years for Sora to adapt to being friends with beach boys and teeny-bopper girls, and he was quite well known throughout the school for being exuberant and easy to get along with. However, Sora had yet to find another person like Roxas that he could connect with, and found most of his free nights sitting at home at the computer and a bag of chips. It was the reason Sora had been pleased to get a job at the local surf-shop, interacting with his peers while ringing up boogie boards and swimsuits.

No matter how much Sora could keep himself occupied, it seemed as if every day was a repeat of the previous one, and it would sometimes send the brunet into a sinking feeling of loneliness. Today was one of those days, and Sora found himself seated in the corner of the gym during his last period, notebook in one hand and pen in the other as he scribbled down bits and pieces of a story that he and Roxas had discussed on the phone the previous night.

Nearly a year ago, they'd both decided to finally combine their heads to write a story filled with action, adventure, romance and everything that the average teenager secretly desired. Sora found himself constantly filled with ideas for developments in their story, and they'd written hundreds of pages already. It wasn't anywhere near finished, but Sora hoped that one day it could be published into a book and maybe even made into a movie.