So I went and made a few minor changes so that is why these are being re-uploaded.
Haruhi (age 8)
"Why...? Is someone going to hurt you and mother?" I asked my father, gripping onto the notebook which I had been writing in only moments before.
"No one is going to hurt me or your mother, I promise. Just think of it like a vacation..." He said, gently grabbing my hand in his own as a way of comfort
"But... I want you both to come as well..." I said, feeling tears prickle the corner of my eyes, threatening to overflow.
"I'm sorry angle... Your mother and I have to stay
here. We need to take care of our people, you know this..." I nodded at his words. I do know, I just don't want to go anywhere without them... They said they are sending me to Japan to live with a man there.
Mother taught me how to read, write and talk in 10 languages; French, English (ASL as well), Russian, Japanese, German, Spanish, Italian, Swedish, Chinese and Hindi; so language will not be a barrier. Mother always said language and culture was a craft very important and began teaching me them all. I retained the information she was feeding me very well, seeing as I have a perfect eidetic memory.
I turned to mother.
"Please don't make me go Mother... I want to stay here with you..." I said, tears slowly rolling down my pale cheeks. She leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"I am so sorry Princess..." she said, giving me a hug. "I promise we will come back and get you."
I nodded as I hugged them, my head pressed against both of their shoulders.
There was silence that fell over us as we just sat there holding on to each other. A man came into the room, setting his hand on my mothers shoulder.
"It is time to go... the plane is going to deport as soon as you get her on and give the command." He said. His voice was laced with sadness and empathy. I couldn't tell if his empathy was for me or if it was for my parents. I stared at them with teary, wide eyes as if hoping by some miracle they would let me stay. But instead they hugged me tighter before letting go, kissing me once again before standing up and hugging each other.
The man extended his hand to me, which I stared at sadly before grasping lightly in my own. He lead me on to the medium sized plane. I sat down in the large, comfortable seat and sighed. The man returned a moment later with a blanket, my notebook and my favorite stuffed elephant in a neat pile, handing them to me.
"Thank you..." I said quietly, snuggling into the soft blanket. The plane came to life and I looked out the window to see my two best friends Luca and Gabriel running towards the plane only to be held back by their mother. I turned away, sadness seeping into my core at the tears on their faces.
They were never told about me leaving, and the devastation on their faces was painful.
I have been friends with Luca and Gabriel since I was 3, when they moved here from France with their mother and father. Their father got a job as one of the royal guard and when my mother say how well I got along with the French twins she talked to their mother and offered her a job as a personal chef in the castle, as well as for it to be their home.
From then on we were inseparable. Until now that is...
I shut my eyes tightly as the plane lifted off and silently cried myself to sleep, dreaming of what my new life would be like.
After about 13 hours we finally landed. The ride had been long and with the help of some stylists and artists who were with us I no longer looked like myself. My short black hair is hidden under a long brown wig and my cobalt blue eyes hidden under brown contacts. I grabbed my one bag and stepped off the plane. We had landed in a small airport in Tokyo.
"Come this way." The man said, leading me off the plane.
He brought me to an open area where there were a few people walking around or sitting alone, waiting for others.
I followed him over to a woman who was sitting alone.
"Amélie, this is Ranka." He said and she smiled at me, standing up to shake my hand.
"It is nice to meet you ma'am." I said politely.
Her face lit up when I called her ma'am and it made me smile. I have never understood why people make such a big deal out of women like her. She may not have been born a woman but that doesn't make her any less of one.
"Amelie, it is an honor to meet you." She said, with a kind smile.
"Thank you very very much for opening up your home to me. I am very grateful."
"Of course."
