My Life with the VK Boys
Prologue:
Hello, my name is Yuuki Cross. I am currently 18 years old and am attending the Fashion and Design School of Tokyo. I've never really lived in Japan. My father is American but my mother was Japanese. We used to live in Enoshima Island but after my mother died we moved to Los Angeles. But even though I've lived in the States for most of my life, my father didn't want me to forget my heritage so he hired a tutor to teach me Japanese. So my Japanese is pretty decent. Now why am I telling you so much about myself? As you can see, my life is pretty normal. Well, it was normal…until I met them. By them, I mean the popular boy band of 2008, VK.
Sitting inside the plane, I looked out of the window nervously. My heart was beating a thousand times faster than normal. You see, I'm very afraid of heights and this is my first time being on a plane by myself. You're probably wondering where I'm going. Well, the thing is…
-Flashback-
"Yuuki, come down here!" yelled my dad from downstairs.
"Yes dad!" I yelled back.
I had probably fallen asleep while working on my designs. Since I was young I had always wanted to be a fashion designer like my mom. When I was younger I used to see her drawing designs in her sketch pad. I was always fascinated with it so I tried doing my own designs.
"Yuuki, come down here! You have mail!"
"Yes dad! I'm coming!" I yelled. I turned off my desk light and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where my dad was waiting for me. My dad and I are very close. We act more like best friends than father and daughter. "What is it?"
He held up his hand, in which there was a white envelope resting innocently between his long fingers. "Guess what this is?"
"Is that what I think it is?" I asked.
"Yes it is what you think it is."
I took the envelope from my dad's hands. It was the letter that I have been waiting so long for. It was the letter that could raise my dreams up, or shoot it straight down the drain. "I can't."
"What? Why? If you don't want to go anymore then it's alright. You can always stay here with me. I actually hope you get to stay here with me."
"That's so mean dad!"
"I'm just joking. Now open it."
"But…"
"Do you want me to open it for you?"
I silently nodded. My dad took the envelope from my hand and slowly opened it. My heart began to beat faster as I saw his eyes scanning the letter. For a moment I saw a look of disappointment and I became afraid. Then he smiled at me. A smile meant good news right?
"Don't you want to know for yourself?" He handed me the letter.
Before looking down to read its contents, I took a deep breath. 'Mom, this is it.' I looked down to read the letters that formed words.
Dear Miss. Yuuki Cross,
We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted to attend the University of Fashion and Design of Tokyo.
Just that first line made me cry. I finally got in to the school my mom had always wanted to go to before she married my dad.
"Dad, I got in." I whispered.
"I'm so proud of you. Your mother would be proud of you, too."
I walked to the kitchen table where a picture of my mother sat. 'Mom, my hard work finally paid off. I promise that I'm not going to disappoint you.'
-End Flashback-
And that's how I ended up sitting on a plane, flying all the way to Tokyo, Japan. Wish me luck!
