BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
A hand reached up to shut off the beeping alarm clock. A yawn escaped from her lips as she got off the bed and walked towards the shower. She was used to the silence of the small, sparsely furnished apartment, with only a twin size bed, a table, and a single folding chair, all that she needed. After all, she was the only one who lived there.
After her shower, she reached into the small pile of clothes, and put on her uniform. The girl towel dried her shoulder-length, curly, brown hair, leaving it hanging, still half wet, on her shoulders.
She unfolded the folding chair, setting it next to the small table that sat beside her bed. She picked up a bowl and a spoon from the sink. She then walked over to the small refrigerator in the bare kitchen, and took out the only thing in there, a small carton of milk. Grabbing the cheap cereal box off the counter, she poured about a quarter of a cup of it into her bowl, and then poured about half as much milk on top of it. She ate it slowly, savoring the taste; however bland, knowing it would be the only thing she would eat until ten o'clock that night.
Once she had finished, she brought her bowl and spoon to the sink, washed them, and set them in the sink until that night. She returned the cereal and milk to their original positions, and refolded the folding chair.
After putting on her shoes, she grabbed her refillable water bottle from her backpack, filled it up, drank it, and then refilled it, before putting it back in her bag.
Before leaving, she grabbed the only other thing on the counter besides the cereal, a big container of "every vitamin" vitamins. She knew the only thing that kept her alive were those vitamins. With her extremely small diet of cereal, milk, and rice, she would have died of malnutrition long ago, if not for those vitamins.
She turned off the lights and left, closing the door quietly, leaving it just as quiet as it was when she was there.
This is what she had done every morning since the day that she moved to Japan, away from her past.
"Syuuske," called a motherly voice from downstairs. "If you don't wake up now you're going to be late for practice!"
"Already up 'kaa-san!" shouted the half naked boy upstairs, pulling on his shirt. "I'll be down soon." He looked around his room, with photographs he had taken plastered on every wall, then to his neatly made queen size bed, and finally to his bed side table, cluttered with books, and also holding his most prized possession, his camera. Satisfied that everything was where it was supposed to be, he smiled his ever-closed-eyed-smile, grabbed his tennis bag and jogged down the stairs.
"Morning," he smiled to his older sister and mother in the kitchen.
They said good morning back, and then resumed what they were doing before.
The oldest brother of the Fuji's grabbed the traditional Japanese breakfast his mother had layed out for him, consisting of rice, mi-so soup, fried fish, and wasabi sushi.
"Thanks 'kaa-san," he said, and started eating his rather large breakfast, occasionally joining in the conversation between his mother and sister.
"Oneesan, you should bake some pies for when Yuuta comes home tonight," he commented.
"Yeah, I was planning on doing that," she said smiling, "but I'll need some help."
Fuji smiled even more than usual, and said, "I'll help you, after all, it is for Yuuta. I better get going though. If I don't leave now, I'll get in trouble from buchou."
He neatly put his dishes in the sink, leaving them there for his mother to wash later.
He slipped his tennis shoes on, and called back into the house, "Bye, 'kaa-san, oneesan!"
"Alright, have a good day," his mother said, calling back, "Be home early tonight. Remember, you promised to help your sister with the pies."