Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara, but however, I do own my own OCs.

I sat in my room packing box after box after box. Why am I packing boxes? Well, that's because I'm moving from my hometown of Cherry Hill, New Jersey to Japan.

"Why are we moving?" I asked my mother in an annoyed voice.

"Your father got a new job and we have to move to Japan in order for him to keep it," she explained.

"Why can't dad get a normal job in New Jersey so we don't have to move?" I grumbled while placing my comforter in a box.

"Why do you have such a problem with this?" my mother questioned in an irritated manner.

"I won't have any friends and I won't know where I'm going. I'll be a complete idiot, or even worse, a social outcast!"

"Don't worry! You'll make tons of new friends!"

"Of course I will…" I muttered sarcastically.

The next day, was the day of the plane ride. I was sulking throughout the whole trip. I mean, who wants to move to another country when you know you'll make a complete idiot out of yourself? I sat in the window seat with an irritated face.

"Don't worry Alyssa. You'll have fun in Japan and you'll make tons of new friends," my mom said.

"Mom, you know all the cliques and Queen Bees that start in sixth grade? They all just get worst as they get older. I'm seventeen now! The cliques are five times as bad as when they first started," I said.

"Hey look, the breakfast cart is here," my mother said nervously while attempting to change the subject.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the window. My mom is excruciatingly horrible at trying to make everything better. One time was when my fish died. She said, "He's in fish heaven now, where there's unlimited fish food and cat and bear repellent. Anyway… About that—" She would say something really corny to make me feel better and then change the subject to something really stupid.

After a breakfast of airline cereal, I became very tired. All of the stress that was building up inside of me was taking its toll and I soon fell asleep.

"Wake up, Alyssa. We're here."

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I looked out the window and saw that the plane was landing. When the plane landed, I grabbed my carry-on luggage from under my seat and headed towards the exit. I walked off the plane into the airport with my parents all the way to the baggage claim. Of course my suitcase was pink, thanks to my mom, who believed I was a girly girl. I happened to hate that wretched color…

Why she thinks I'm girly, I have no idea. I act like I'm girly, when I'm not. If I change, mom will of course say, "Sports?! You want to play sports?! That's not your character at all!"

And if there's a way to avoid that, I'm all for it. I just wish I could be who I would like to be, but I can't because my mom thinks I'm 'girly.'

"Come on, Alyssa. We have to go pick up the car," my mom said.

I followed my parents to the car and sat in the backseat as we headed towards our new house. When we arrived, I looked at it in shock. Why is our house huge?

I grabbed my suitcase and walked to the front door as my parents unpacked the boxes from the car. I walked in with a smile as my mom shouted, "Your room is upstairs, last one on the right!"

I walked up the stairs to my room and my smile disappeared. "Typical mom…"

My room was completely pink. There was no bed yet, so I have an empty pink room to sleep in. Oh that's fine. Not!

I looked out the window in the corner of the room and saw a huge backyard. Is that a tree house?

"When my parents aren't home, I'm playing soccer back there," I muttered.

I walked around the house for a while and came across the staircase to the basement. I walked down and turned around the corner.

"I wonder if they know there's a dance studio and piano down here," I said out loud as I walked over towards the piano and ran my fingers over the keys.

Later, I walked back upstairs to see my parents bringing in the last few boxes.

"Okay, that's the last one," my father sighed.

"You do know that there are no beds, right?" I asked.

"The mattresses are here, but the actual beds won't be here until Thursday," he replied.

"You do know its Sunday here, correct?"

"So, for about a week we'll be sleeping on mattresses on the floor of the bedrooms," dad muttered.

"I think your pillows and sheets are in one of these boxes," my mom interrupted.

I grabbed one of the boxes and headed up to my room. I placed the box on the floor and ripped the tape off.

"This is going to the back of the closet," I muttered as I looked inside. "I didn't think I had this much nail polish." I picked up one of the bottles and looked at the price tag. "Mom actually paid for this?! If I was there, I probably would have stopped her!"

I closed the box and slid it into the closet. I walked down the stairs and picked up another box. When I opened the box, I sighed.

"Pink and trillions of ruffles is the worst combination known to Alyssa Blake."

"Alyssa, I found your pink skirt!" my mom yelled.

Aaaahhh!! I wanted to shout, but I stayed calm as I yelled back, "I'm coming!"

I walked over to my parents' room.

"I found it with the matching sweater," mom smiled.

"Thanks…"

I walked back to my room and threw the sweater and skirt on top of nail polish box. I walked back towards the backyard and the tree house. "Maybe, I can hang out in there for a while," I said to myself.

"Mom, Dad, I'm heading for the backyard," I called

"Okay, when you come back in, I'll give you your school schedule!" was my reply.

I walked into the backyard and climbed the ladder into the tree house.

This is huge! I wonder how long it took to make this, I thought.

I walked towards the window of the tree house and stared outside.

"Why does everyone think I'm a girly girl? I'm nothing like that at all. I'm a tomboy. I love sports and skateboarding. I wish I could show the world who I want to be, the person I would be."

"Alyssa, we have to finish unpacking the boxes," mother called.

"I gotta go…" I said walking back into the house.

"Alyssa, what time is it?" dad asked.

"10:00. I'm going to sleep." I said.

"Your clothes for tomorrow are hanging up in the closet."

I opened the closet and sighed. I shook my head and laid on the mattress that was on the floor in my room.

"I hope your right, mom. Sometimes you are, but most of the time you aren't…" I muttered as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, I stared at the thing lying on my mattress.

"Why is there an egg in my bed?!" I screamed.