Of course, it was a normal day for you. Or, it was supposed to be. You'd be moving to San Fransokyo today, along with your mother, and your pet rabbit, Moosey. You dusted your eco-green cargo pants as you stood up from the brittle grounds of the grassy fields you sat on. New France was your home, since the day you were born, to now, with you holding up to fourteen years of age. Being so, you were known as a 'Breton Girl', which you took little to no note of as many couples passed by, walking their own pets and chatting while drinking apéritifs and cider while munching on their mid-day meals in the local cafés and restaurants while enjoying the fogged view of the lake filled with mother ducks and their swimming ducklings.
After getting up, you stretched your arms over your head, yawing lightly as you dropped your lanky arms to your sides and rubbed your sore hips gently. Your mother was working as a surgeon, but a more advanced surgeon - one who built body parts out of robotic parts. The system was really complicated for both her and you, and as her daughter, you knew that where ever her job took her, you'd follow close by; never had you imagined that it would end up with you leaving your birthplace. You tugged at the pale white muscle shirt that adorned your chest, uncomfortably letting it go and getting it slapped back against the start of your bust.
"This is going to be a long walk home..."
Boxes. Closed and packed into the back of a teal moving van with a cyan stripe cutting through the middle and the words 'Lister's Movers' painted in bright candy red over the stripe. The van's disgusting colour scheme seemed to have caught your interest rather than the task at hand. Carrying box from box into the van. You bit your lip with a rather bored expression, biting at the 'snake bite' piercing at the right side of your lip. You, unlike most teens your age, had piercings of all kinds. You had a snake bite on your lower-right lip, tongue-venom piercings on your tongue, a nose stud, a septum piercing, several types of ear piercings that you couldn't remember all the names of, and a belly button piercing. Then again, you weren't a 'normal child', as most would say.
"[Y/N], put the box in the van and stop admiring your silver!" You chuckled, obediently placing the box in the van. The woman behind you was in her early 30's, with beautiful tan skin, dark, murky green eyes, and short, red-ish brown locks that curled around her face to make her imperfection seem perfect. Her body type wasn't too thin, nor was it too thick, but perfect with every curve. She wore a white coat with the symbol of the hospital she would be working at, a turquoise blouse, and grey dress pants that she wore too many times to count.
You still didn't know how a woman who could literally be a model be your mother, "I did, and I wasn't admiring my silver. You were." She scoffed, setting the box in her own hands down, closing the van and taking your hands, dragging you into the empty apartment you owned. 'That's right...' you thought as she opened a suitcase in front of you, 'I'm leaving home...'
She waved a hand over your eyes, getting your attention, giving you a sympathetic look, "I know you might miss this old place, baby, but it's time you move on. This place had too many bad memories, as well..."
"I know..." You sighed, ignoring the pounding of your heart against your ribs, looking at the suitcase full of animal tails and ears. All robotic, of course. You grinned. Another reason you weren't counted as a normal child was because of your robotic spine and the surgical implants of ears attached to help you walk around with balance; it was an accident that left you paralyzed as a child, but then again, your mother is a Robotic Surgeon. Your mother - Nona, as you liked to call her - was connecting a set of rabbit ears to the plugs in your short, curly [colour] hair.
A final thought came to you:
'I'm going to miss home.'
The drive was tiring and long. You had to stopped more than once to stretch out your body, or you'd get a nasty cramp, but it was all worth the back-breaking drive of hours to finally reach the busy city. And it was nothing like New France. San Fransokyo held cities within cities, if that were even possible; the businesses were just as crowded and bustling as the city streets themselves, filled with people of all kinds. You were practically half-way out the open window as you looked at the golden city.
"So I'm guessing you must like it, so far?"
"It's so...", you sat back down in your seat, all traces of earlier vexation disappeared, now admiring the curios that the city shops held, "it's so beautiful!" You were entranced by San Fransokyo and what it held for you. Yet, a little part of you was nagging at you, telling you that all this place was giving you was false hopes and prospects of the future. Something telling you that you needed to run back home.
It hadn't taken you long to reach your new apartment, making you suddenly have a torrent of regret and grief of leaving that terrible, lovely home of yours. You stepped out of the van nonchalantly, watching at customers headed in and out of the small café, 'Lucky Cat's Café'. You compared the people to be like ants, running in and out, always everywhere, always busy. Never stopping.
"Sweet, I'm going inside to start un-packing. Why don't you go and make some new friends?" Nona suggested, opening the back of the disgusting colour schemed van, grabbing a few boxes and opening the front door to your new home. You shrugged, nodding lightly. Getting up, you rubbed your thumbs against your silver necklace, engraved with a small scripture that you need both your glasses and a magnifying glass to read. You walked over to the café, a bit hesitant at opening the door, so you didn't, sitting at the curb. From inside, you could here a song blasting through the radio in the café, and your body took over.
'Je ne sais Pas,
Mais tu Vera,
Je ne sais Pas,
Mais tu Vera,'
You could almost breathe, your body moving at the sounds of the song, and you knew this song too well.
'Wake up at the crack of dawn,
Waiting for you at the phone,
Mirror, Mirror,
What will be?
I feel like love is killing me!
Tu l'avais promis,
La li, La Laa,
Dis-moi je t'en prie,
La li, La Laa,
Tu l'avais promis,
La li, La Laa,
Dis-moi c'est comme ci ou c'est ça!'
A crowd ha started to grow around you as your body made it's dance, now with your lips and voice working against you as well, knowing fully well that you wanted your body to stop, even if for a second, but with the burn of both your lungs and throat, you couldn't.
'Je ne sais Pas,
Muis tu Vera!
I had a dream the other day,
You were just a kiss away,
Mirror, Mirror, what is true?
I'm so bad, in love with you!
Tu l'avais promis,
La li, La Laa,
Dis-moi je t'en prie,
La li, La Laa,
Tu l'avais promis,
La li, La Laa,
Dis-moi c'est comme ci ou c'est ça!
Je ne sais Pas,
Muis tu Vera,
Je ne sais Pas,
Muis tu Vera,
Je ne sais Pas!'
You grinned, moving from person to person, extending a hand as you moved your hips, offering them to dance and sing with you, almost as if the feelings were to be 'too erotic' to be shared.
'I wake up at the crack of dawn,
Waiting for you on the phone,
Mirror, Mirror, what will be?
I feel like love is killing me!
Tu l'avais promis,
La li, La Laa,
Dis-moi je t'en prie,
La li, La Laa,
Tu l'avais promis,
La li, La Laa,
Dis-moi c'est comme ci ou c'est ça!
Je ne sais Pas,
Muis tu Vera,
Je ne sais Pas,
Je ne sais Pas,
Je ne sais Pas,
Je ne sais Pas,
Muis tu Vera,
Muis tu Vera,
Muis tu Vera,
Muis tu Vera,
Je ne sais Pas!"
You bowed lightly, finishing off your dance and song as another beat blasted through the radio, getting money thrown at your feet. As the crowd started to disappear, you leaned against the wall, sweating lightly, which was strange, you danced quite a bit, noticing shortly after a small group of teens still there. You grinned lightly, your rabbit tail flicking lightly.
'Guess I'm just insane for feeling like this.'