Guns: HIGH SCHOOL IS HORROR. That is all.
Sometimes things happen for absolutely no reason whatsoever and because of this, we have to set out meanings for those actions just to give ourselves a purpose. The time was not so long ago; it was December 13th, 1965, and I was young and so very stupid. World war II had ended nearly a 2 decades ago, and business and the economy in the US was booming. My parents and me immigrated from Japan to the US in 1954 after the US congress abolished the Japanese immigration exclusion law that was passed back in 1924. I will admit, of course, even though this law was abolished, it still left anyone who wasn't white racially discriminated. I was only 7 when we came here though, so I picked up on English fairly quickly. I still have a slight accent though it's only heard on certain words, and I had worked really hard to come to that point. Here you could be killed just for being a certain race.
It's not too bad though when you stay in the neighborhood. However, I've been probably blabbing on about politics so much I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mikuo Hatsune. I just turned 19 years old, I live in San Francisco with my parents, and there's a really weird thing about me. I kinda have this... condition, if that's what you want to call it, and it turned my hair a very weird color of teal as well as destroying the melanin in my eyes so it made my eyes go from brown to blue. The melanin is the stuff in your eyes that make them either brown, hazel, green, or blue. The more of it you have, the more brown your eyes will be and if you have none, you probably have blue eyes. My mom always blames how much radiation I was exposed to that caused a thing to happen, but really, other than just me having teal hair and blue eyes, I'm a perfectly normal teen.
I am grateful for that though because even though I wasn't in Hiroshima or Nagasaki, radiation spends like wildfire. It goes through walls, buildings, etc, so I would be lying if I didn't say I wasn't exposed to any of it. It was only the bare minimum. But hey! This does not mean go stand in front of radiation until your hair turns teal! What happened to me was nothing short of a weird miracle.
Now then, like I said in the beginning, the time was December 13th, 1965. It was like any ordinary day; I got up, got dressed, helped in the shop, read in the book shop, and then went home. Walking home, it was cold. I could see my breath when I breathed, and I could feel the cold air constantly nipping at my nose. God, I hated the cold. I tightened my old coat around me as I tried to walk faster because of my impatience and desperation to get warm. I pulled my hat down lower as I began to feel the wind nearly pull on it and trust me, the last thing I need to to be taunted and stared at because of my hair. I already know it's teal.
I kept walking until I felt a large pair of arm wrap around me. Of course I knew who it was, there's only one person who is friendly enough (and weird enough) to hug me like I'm a Christmas teddy bear. "Luki..." I mumbled with slight annoyance enough though there was a grin upon my face. "I could have just killed you right now, you know."
"Aw, I doubt it. You'd never hit your older brother," he said with a wink. He wasn't my brother, but we did meet right after I immigrated to America and he has weird hair like me and blue eyes. He's also the reason why my English is as good as it is. I rolled my eyes as we both continued to walk along the sidewalk.
"How's work going?" I asked.
"Ah, you know. I'm getting more and more white washed as days go by in that house. You'd think working in a Japanese home, there'd be more Japanese things, right?"
"Well, they didn't get rich by sticking to their ways. You gotta change here."
"Your mom would kill you if she heard you say that..."
"My mom would kill me if I was forgot to bring home tea; I'm use to it," I said as he pulled me into a drug store unexpectedly. I nearly tripped on myself on the way in but managed to keep balance.
"Well, let me buy you a Coke."
"You know I don't eat Western food..."
"Didn't you just say you have to change here? Sheesh!" Luki said as he still got two Coca Colas and paid for them. I took one from him and smirked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll still take it," I said as I took a bottle from him and popped the cap off. I drank it slowly to savior the taste; Americans didn't have really great food, but they did do something right with Coca Cola. "Anyways," I said after drinking half of the bottle, "you got anything you wanted to tell me about? I'm a little short on time right now."
"Yeah, you know that rich house I work at?"
"Of course."
"Well, they need another guy around for more repairs 'n stuff, so I recommended you."
"Oh really? How much?"
"$1.50 an hour."
"That's more than I'm making now..."
"Exactly. So will you come with me tomorrow?"
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a wad. I'll go."
"You're getting too western, you know. But alright. I'll be by your place to pick you up tomorrow!" he went on as he walked out the store.
"Wait! Who are these people?"
"Their family name is Hatsune, kinda like yours. Anyways, it's awesome. It's big, it's warm, and they have a reaaaally cute daughter!" he said as he left. I sighed to myself as I finished up my Coke and walked outside back into the cold air.
"Cute, eh?" I mumbled to myself. "She's probably like 4, I'm guessing."
Guns: Woo! Another story up and running. I am pretty proud of it. Next chapter will be up shortly. :3
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