I had just moved from London, England to Domino City, Japan. I had to get away from their deaths. I waited for my sister but she hadn't shown so I just packed my things and left. I didn't deserve to live in the beautiful mansion anyway. After all it was my fault they were both dead. Both my mom and my dad died in a car crash trying to search the city for me. I had snuck out to a wild party my parents didn't approve of. I figured my sister blamed it on me also since she never returned home when she found out. I tried to wait but I just couldn't any longer. I had to get out of my childhood home that was now haunted by terrible memories. I needed to leave so I did. I used my college fund to purchase an apartment and a one way plane ticket. I was nervous about leaving but I wasn't about to turn back and change my mind.
It was a new country, a new school, and a new start. My plan was to attend high school, graduate and apply for a college that might actually accept me. If that didn't work out I could always become a street performer with my ukulele and live off of tips people generously gave. As much as I loved playing ukulele I really didn't want that to be my career path. I wanted to be a firefighter or a doctor. I liked to help people so even a police officer would suffice. I didn't really care which I just knew I needed to go to school. My parents would have wanted me in school, but I doubt they wanted me to fall for a guy with a well known dark side.