The sun was setting on yet another chilly Wednesday. I was riding passenger seat with my mom on the way to our new home in a town i couldn't even begin to pronounce. Of course, i was estatic. I have a chance to start fresh! With this oppurtunity, i can make friends and not have them worry about the "old" Tomoko. No one will know about my social skills at my other school, so now i can start the semister at the new one with confidence.
We arrived at a pretty average looking house that almost resembled my past one. The first thing i did was go check out my new room. Barely dragging a heavy bag almost bigger than me, i fall exhausted onto the wooden floor. My eyes met the stained and crumbling ceiling. It seems the house would need some work. I left my beautiful room and went in search of my brothers room. Perhaps his room was even more cozy than mine! Maybe we could even switch. A smile appeared on my face as i came upon his door. "Oh brotherrr!" i said, as i cheerfully opened the door. To my surprise though, it was only an empty utility closet of some sort. I ran to the kitchen in surprise, wanting to know the meaning to this. My mother was there, of course. "Wheres Tomokis room at? Please don't tell me we are sharing rooms again!" i said, then plopped onto the nearby chair. She turned to me in disbelief, as if she didn't understand a single word, or i said something forbidden. "What did i say?" I cocked my head to the side slightly. Her face started to become enraged. "Don't even JOKE about that Tomoko! I thought i raised you better!" she howled at me. I had no idea why she was yelling at me, i didn't know where Tomoki was, and my emotions were getting the best of me. In a desperate panic, i raced out of the kitchen into my barren wasteland of a room and dropped onto the floor again. Tears overflowed as my thoughts were bouncing back and forth in my head. That's when realization kicked in. "T-tomoki.."