Chapter 1: Moving In.
A car rolled smoothly over the pavement towards a new house. Your parents' car. You were in the back, with all the little trinkets and gadgets your parents decided to bring along in their car, mainly because they did not trust the moving company.
You gazed absent-mindedly out of the window, thinking whatever you like to think, a mischievous piece of black hair drifted in front of your brown eye. You puckered your lips and blew it out of the way, gone, for now anyway.
Your mother was chattering away with your father, talking excitedly about the new house, and all the moving that was going to be done. Your mother, unlike you, was open and adept to change; personally, you despised it when things got out of hand to quickly, out of control.
"Oh kami! We're here!" your mother exclaimed while unfastening her seatbelt and getting out of the still-moving car.
Your father chuckled and you smiled whole-heartedly, your mother's eccentric behaviour was on of the many reasons why your father married your mother.
You got out of the car, looking down the entire trip to the front door and in, after getting through the front door; you looked up and observed your surroundings with your silver and brown eyes. It was a decent sized house, your parents had bought it with you obviously in mind, the house was not too big, nor was it too small.
"LET'S GET PAINTING!" your mother shouted behind making you jump a foot into the air. In her hands were many things: buckets of paint, rollers, and of course, brushes. Catching her drift, the three of your proceeded to paint the house on the bright sunny Saturday afternoon that lasted until about seven.
Wiping yourselves off of the obsessive amount of paint, your mother decided that it would be best if the three of you went out for dinner, but before doing so, the three of you sprinkled your house with salt. Whenever your family did this, you always thought it was pointless to do so, there wasn't really anything to purify the house of, but yet, here you are, helping.
After dinner, your family spent their night at a hotel to let the salt purify the house; you washed and changed into a spare set of clothes, while your parents looked out of the window at the stars.
"Look Hana! A shooting star! Make a wish!" your mother yelled.
With your head tilted to the floor, you closed your eyes and thought, "I wish my eyes had the same colour in them."
With your head still down, you walked over to your parents and smiled, hoping that your wish would come true.
"You should smile more often Hanayaru," your father remarked. "You would probably make more friends like Hiroko."
You froze at the mention of your friend's name. Fighting off the tears that threatened to spring to your eyes, you feigned drowsiness and went to bed. But you did not sleep. Thoughts of your dear friend Hiroko floated through your head while your were trying to sleep. Brilliant green eyes and a natural purplish-black hair, she was one of your few friends, and was the best at it. Unfortunately, she was torn out of your garden of friends from your heart when you moved to this place. Leaving the garden a desolate place, without the bright radiant flower of Hiroko in it.
While you were hovering on the edge of sleeping and awake, a bright flash of blue eyes appeared and faded away, because of that, you became wide awake.
You have been having these visions (for the lack of a better word), for the past month now. Sometimes the eyes would be a very faint sky blue, or a dark chocolate brown that you would become quite lost in.
Then quite unexpectedly, your vision blacked out and you fell asleep.
