In less than twenty-four hours, Zero had loss everything he cared about. His father had taken the promotion offered to him by his firm and was now making them move to Obaida Japan for work. He would have to leave all his friends behind. One of which, was recently in a car accident. His dad didn't care though. All he cared about was money and It didn't help when Zeros mother died when he was an infant.
Zero would also be less active on his YouTube channel. He and his friends made music videos and sang songs together. It was a group channel that they shared and did whatever they wanted with it. They also made vlogs and posted slideshows of pictures Zero took. Zero loved photography and was part of a photography club a year ago. It hurt to think about the changes he would have to make in his life, and he was scared and alone. He was on a plane right now. They had less then five minutes until they arrived and he felt like he should be with his friends.
Zero remembered the last vlog him and his friends made. It started off with a bunch of clips of them just hanging out and being themselves. Then it changed to him talking at the camera. He informed the viewers about what was happening and said that regardless of what happened in the future, he was gonna have fun now. And he did. He sang, ran, yelled, and fought with his friends and he loved every second of it. He had no regrets.
Though he was scared and sad, he was also excited. He was one fourth American, half Japanese, and one fourth Irish and he really wanted to experience his culture. He dreamed of living in Ireland or Japan and had already learned both languages, though he didn't want to at the time. His father made him learn to impress some co-workers. He couldn't wait to see his new room and decorate it to his standards. He had packed a million of posters and pictures for his wall and he even got a new computer. Something his dad had promised him and was already assembled in his soon to be room. Still, it was of little value compared to what or who he left behind.
After the plane landed, Zero and his father drove to their new home. It was a simple apartment that was just for Zero. His father usually let him take care of himself which is the reason they live almost separately. The apartment had black walls and a tan wood floor. The small kitchen was to the right of the door. It had a basic stove, oven, and cabinets as well as a refrigerator and microwave. The island in the center with wood chairs tucked into it fit the role of the kitchen table. The living room was to the left a step down. It had a flat screen TV stuck to the left wall and a couch tucked in the right wall. Windows from the middle wall flooded the room with light. A tiny hallway a human wide led to the bedrooms. The door on the right wall of the hallway was the guest room equipped with one king sized bed next to the wall. The door to the left led to Zero's room. Furniture was laid neatly on the wall ready to be arranged. Each bedroom had a bathroom an the end of the hallway led to a door that conjoined the simple apartment with his fathers more luxury one.
Zero moved two of his bookshelves to the right wall next to the foot of his bed. His TV was placed on the bookshelves and his games were put in neat rows under it. He hung up a soft board filled with tacks that would be used to hang up his pictures and set up his computer under it. He quickly logged into his YouTube account and made a vlog saying he was alright and would soon be going back to his regular upload schedule. It would suck making music videos by himself but he would find a way to make it fun again. He always did.
Tomorrow he would be enrolled into middle school. He hoped he would get alright teachers and that he would be able to adapt quickly. As of now, he was pretty tired and he decided that he would turn in early. He didn't know what time it was now, but his internal clock said go to bed and he struggled not to. Eventually, in the comfort of his covers, he drifted off to innocent bliss.
AN: Next chapter will be first person POV