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Chapter 1: Unexpected News

Water. Water. Water.

The feeling is unlike any other. You feel free. Like a cloud. Weightless. It's amazing. I need to be around it. I cannot stay away from it. That's why I joined my school's swim team. Very competitive but very relaxing, and full of energy. Everyone is easy going with each other and supportive. It's crazy. Maybe that's why I love to swim, because I'm with my friends. My second family. Nothing can tear me away from them.

"What do you mean we're moving?" I slam my hands on the kitchen table, flabbergasted by the news my dad brought upon me. My younger sister and brother flinched when I abruptly raised my voice at him, knowing that I probably made a big mistake with doing so but I didn't care at the moment.

My dad raises an eyebrow and stares at me, slowly placing his fork – still with a piece of chicken on it – down on his plate, he speaks. "I mean, we are moving to Japan."

My mouth gapes open as I sink back into my seat, not believing what my dad just told me. My brother and sister, though, had a different reaction.

"Are you serious dad? We're moving to Japan?" My younger brother, Ricardo, or Ricky is what we call him, questions excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"Papá, ¿va en serio? Nos vamos a Japón?" My younger sister, Alicia, who was practicing her Spanish, also asks the same question to our dad with a more serious and monotonous tone.

My dad nods his head. "Sí. Muy grave." He finally brings his fork up to his mouth, eating the piece of chicken.

"Why Japan though?" Ricky inquires, giving my dad a slight confused look.

"Because I want you guys to see the world. Something other than Texas."

"What's wrong with Texas?" I bluntly ask, not caring if I upset him.

My dad fixates his attention on me, giving me a stern expression. "Nothing. I just want something different for you guys."

This is the only thing that sucks with being in the Army. Although I'm not in it, I am still 100% affected by it, as is the rest of my family. My dad has been in it for as long as I can remember and I didn't mind moving, never have, since that's all we did when I was younger, but this time was different. I had a passion here. Swimming. And he told me that this spot we were at was going to be permanent, I guess it isn't anymore.

Ricky starts to throw fist pumps in the air and Alicia starts to show a small thin smile while she plays with her food. I couldn't take it. I didn't want to move. Especially half way across the world. I wipe my mouth with my cloth napkin and roughly throw it on my plate.

"May I be excused?" I ask as I stand up from my chair and patiently wait for my dad to answer me.

I stare at him, but he chooses to ignore me. He rigorously chews his food with his eyes closed. His brows furrow, making his forehead wrinkle while I still stand at the table like an idiot, waiting for him to reply. He finally stops chewing and opens his eyes. He looks up at me with his hazel irises that are just captivating, which is probably why my mom fell for him when they were kids. Luckily I was fortunate and got his genes, except mine have little green flecks wrapped around the pupil, making them contrast against my suntan colored skin and caramel colored hair.

My dad continues to stare at me and not say a word. I stand my ground while my hands stay at my side, slightly trembling from clenching my fists too hard.

He sighs tiredly. "Yes. You're excused."

And without another word, I casually walk over to the front door, grabbing my coat on the coat rack, I start to make my way out, but then my dad's voice roars from across the house.

"Where are you going?" He demands once he heard me opening the door.

I roll my eyes, "Going to see mom." I then slam the door and head over the cemetery yard.

¿Por qué no desea mover a Japón sis? Alicia interrogates while she lays on my bed watching me fold and neatly pack my clothes away in plastic bins my dad gave the three of us; wanting us to get a head start, since we're moving next week already.

Getting irritated by her Spanish speaking, I snap at my sister. "Will you cut it out with the Spanish already? Speak in English. You're hurting my head because I can't concentrate on translating with what your saying and with packing at he same time. It's tiring."

I throw a scarf I found hanging on the door of my closet at her. She catches it before it hits her, rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at me.

"We need to know Spanish Luna. It's our heritage. Our culture. Don't you care about that?"

I shake my head. "Nope." I continue folding all my old t-shirts from middle school and placing them into the bins.

"Why not! You need to care Luna!" At this point, Alicia stands up on my bed and begins to jump on it while waving her arms up in the air like a mad person. I raise my eyebrow and start to laugh, seeing how ridiculous she appears. Her petite frame made me jealous, even though she is only eight years old, I shouldn't be jealous but I am. I mean, why couldn't I have looked like that at age eight; instead I was a short chubby little Mexican looking girl.

I continue eyeing her features. Her ink black hair is formed into two small braids on each side of her head with two pink ribbons at the ends while her fringed bangs fall just above her eyebrows, her skin is also suntan from being out with her soccer team all day. But even with a worthy enough tan, her freckles on the apples of her cheeks still shown through, as did mine.

She looked so much like our mom it was scaring. I shake my head and continue with my packing.

"I have no need Spanish Alicia. Besides, what's the point for it now? It's not like we're gonna need it with where we're going."

Alicia pouts her lips out as she stops jumping and falls back down on the bed. She lays down, making her head fall over as she watches me, now upside down.

"Well still."

Silence approached us for a long period of time. Such awkward silence, made me uncomfortable that I had to plug in my iPod and start playing some music to get rid of it. Fly from Hilary Duff begins to play, which made it really ironic for it to be playing right now. Alicia knew that was her cue to leave me alone.

"I guess I'll go pack."

"Okay." I don't look her way.

She stops at the doorway and turns to face me. "You know, you didn't answer my question from before."

I stop with what I'm doing, meeting my gaze up at hers. "Yeah, what was that again?"

Alicia's eyes soften. "Is the reason why you don't want to move is because of swimming or because of mom?"

I shift my eyes down to the ground, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't even know myself."

With that, Alicia nods and retires to her bedroom that is across the hall from mine. I slowly shut my door and lock it. I can feel my eyes burning as I try to hold my tears back, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer.