New towns are always hard. Being the new girl is always hard. Explaining why you live with your sister and her husband and not your parents is even harder. Making new friends who accept you is the hardest. Thankfully, at my new school, I found not only friends who except me for who I am and all the crap I've gone through, but some of them are even more messed up than me. Here's my story.
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"Tada!" My older sister, Hisana, says, taking her hands off my eyes and showing me my new room for the first time. It is a really beautiful room, even more beautiful than the rest of the mansion we just moved into. It has a bathroom and a walk-in closet, and a huge balcony overlooking the backyard, which has a large, beautiful pool and jacuzzi, and a flower and vegetable garden that will keep Hisana busy when she's not working. There is a large bed, big enough to fit three or four average-sized teenage girls, and a large mirror that reflects the whole room back on itself. The only problem with the room is the color. It is a color only Hisana could choose for a room. Hot pink. I have to blink a couple times for my eyes to adgust to the brightness. She could have gone with a deep blue, or a light pink, or even white, but she chooses hot pink. I sigh and turn around to face her. She heard the sigh and looks worried, but I smile.
"It's nice." I say, hugging her. Hisana's been under a lot of stress lately, what with Byakuya's job transferring to a town we'd never heard of, Karakura town, and with finding a house in a couple of weeks, I can't complain about the color of my bedroom.
"I'm glad." She says, smiling. "I'll leave you to unpack." She says, and she leaves, giving me time to explore my new room. I go into the closet to see all of my clothes already on hangers and hung up, and notice a door right across the one leading to my bedroom. I open it and walk into a little study with a dark desk, a bookshelf with all of my books on it. The one wall facing the outside is made completely out of glass, and I have a better view of the vegetable garden. I walk back into my bedroom and look around more. All my clothes and all the big things are already unpacked, either by Hisana and Byakuya or by some help they hired. I look and see only the small box of extra items that they wouldn't have known where to put. I open it up and look inside. On the top there's a picture:
A man with black, shoulder length hair. He has a stern expression and glaring grey eyes, but you can tell by the way he placed his hands on the woman next to him that he's really very gentle and loving. The woman he has his hand on has black hair slightly longer than shoulder length and large, dark blue eyes. The girl standing on the other side of the man looks like a younger, better-kept version of the woman with shorter hair.
I remember taking this photo, how cold it was outside, but Byakuya still insisted on taking it. It is a picture of me with Byakuya and Hisana at our old house. I set it on a table next to the bed, then unpack the rest of my things, placing an identical copy of the picture on my desk.
I'm just finishing up unpacking, squishing the box down so that it will be easy to store, when someone knocks on the door.
"Come in!" I say, turning to see who it it.
Byakuya walks in, holding a key on a chain.
"I have a gift for you, Rukia." He says, holding out the key.
"A key." I say. "What I've always wanted." He smiles at my sarcasm and chakes his head.
"the gift is what it unlocks, stupid girl." He says. He takes my shoulder and starts leading me downstairs. "It was really Hisana's idea, but you'd have figured that out without me telling you. As a hint, you've been asking us for one for years now." He smiles as the options run through my head. It could be a car- even though I'm too young to drive, I've always wanted a car to call my own- it could be a dog, it could be a better cell phone, it could be one of those little robot animals that bark when you tell them to speak, it could be-
"Here we are." Byakuya says, interrupting my thoughts while leading me into the foyer. I look over at the couch and see Hisana sitting there, and next to her there is a cage with a keyhole in the door.
It could be a dog... I remember myself thinking as I rush forward. I unlock the door in one swift motion and grab the dog inside. It's really too young to call a dog yet, it's more like a puppy. A very small puppy, at that. It lift it up in front of my eyes and look at it, and it looks back at me sleepily. It's a golden retriever puppy, and is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.
"Thank you so much!" I say, hugging both Hisana and Byakuya.
"What are you going to name him?" Hisana asks after I calm down slightly.
"Hm." I say, thinking. "I know! Why not Kawaii?" We laugh, and I take him up into my room, where I see someone delivered a huge dog bed that Kawaii will have to grow into, two bowls, and a large container full of dog food. I smile and put Kawaii on the bed and lay down with him. He instantly falls asleep and I watch as he breathes deeply, making cute sounds as he sleeps.
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It's been two weeks since we moved to this new house in Karakura town. I haven't done much more than read and play with Kawaii. He gets tired easily, so we can only play for a little bit, but that's fine by me. I take a picture of him every day and tape it onto my wall so i can see how he changes, and I've already bought tons of toys for him. He doesn't use the bed that Byakuya bought him except for when he wants to go to sleep and I'm not there to put him on my bed; he sleeps with me every night, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Besides going out to eat a couple times, I haven't been out of the house much; I just don't feel like going out and about. Anyway, school is starting soon, and I'll be gone so much then, I want to be able to enjoy spending time alone with Kawaii while I can, because when school starts up I won't have enough time to spend doing anything much more then studying.
Tomorrow will be the first day of school, and already the nervous feelings of being the new kid at school are kicking in. The usual questions of what kids will think of me and whether or not I'll fit in start to come, but I try to shake them off. Things always turn out in the end for me, so I need to stop worrying. That aside, the school is supposed to be good, and student-teacher relationships are supposedly more like friends talking to friends than superior talking to minor, even if the uniform is horrible. It's totally grey, the only color being a red bow worn around the neck. Other then that it's a grey shirt, a grey skirt, and white knee-highs, but white is a pretty dull color, too. I sigh and lie down next to Kuwaii, who is soundly asleep, enjoying blissful ignorance. I'll fit in. I tell myself again, then turn around and go to sleep.