Hello Everyone I'm sorry I've been gone so long but I'm back and have a new fan fiction in the works. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter to my Digimon Fan Fiction.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Digimon. All rights to those that do. I'm just a fan writing a story.

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"That's the last of it." I said as I placed a small neon pink suitcase into the trunk of the yellow taxi idling in our driveway.

My father nodded in response as he took one last glance at the now empty and lifeless house. "we should get going Emily, if we don't hurry we will miss our flight." My father then opened the door to the taxi and slid inside, slamming the door behind him. I knew he was right but a part of me wasn't ready to leave the only home I'd ever known. To be completely honest I was so nervous I felt as though I might be sick. My skin was much paler than usual and my hands were awfully clammy.

"Emily!" I heard my father shout, no doubt irritated by how slow I was being.

Upon hearing his voice I scrambled, quickly shutting the trunk to the taxi that had been open this entire time. Moments later I flung the door open and practically jumped inside just before we began out decent to the airport for the longest flight of my life.

On our way to the airport I directed my attention to what was outside the moving window. I watched as the life I knew faded behind me, tears began to form in the corners of my violet eyes as I took in the sight of rich green leaves on the many trees, I listened as what sounded like a dog barked a few times in the distance, my body tensed as I tried to stop the flood of oncoming tears that would inevitability run down my face.
"It'll be alright Emily" My father said, his voice soft as he placed a firm hand on my shoulder.

I dared take a peek in his direction only to notice he'd turned back to his own window no doubt lost in thought of what was to come.

"It would be so easy to get lost here." I said more to myself than to anyone as I walked around the taxi to grab the few suitcases my father and I had. As I was lifting the heaviest one of the four suitcases I was suddenly thankful that my father had the rest of our belongings shipped to our new home two weeks prior to our move.

"You'll like it in Japan, I'm sure of it." My father said over the hustle and bustle of the many people in the airport. I had never seen so many people in one place at one time, that much I was sure of. It was as if instead up people they were ants...hundreds of them. Each was moving in such a way it seemed as though someone had hit the fast forward on a remote I couldn't locate. I sigh in frustration as I continued to struggle with our luggage as my father took phone call after phone call before the two of us got on the plane.

"Flight 102 now boarding to Japan." said a voice from a load speaker. The voice was honey sweet as she once again rattled off numerous flights getting ready for take off.
Much to my dismay the seats on the flight were rather uncomfortable and I shifted my weight for the millionth time as I let out a sigh that couldn't be ignored.
"Emily please just try to relax." My father said as he flipped the page of the magazine he was looking at.
Try as I may I simply couldn't relax, each nerve in my body was screaming at me, my foot kept seeking out an imaginary brake, I desperately wanted nothing more than for the plane to land so I could try and talk some sense into my father.

The more I thought about moving to Japan the more frantic I became. That sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was back and stronger than ever. I had already lost so much and now I had been torn from the only comfort I had ever known. I couldn't understand why on earth my father believed this was what was best, as much as I tried I just couldn't. All at once I was torn from my thoughts of panic and hopelessness as I felt a liquid run down my chin. Upon inspecting what the warm substance was I was horrified to discover I had bit down on my lip so hard I had caused myself to bleed.

"Really." I whispered as I quickly ran my sleeve across my lip and chin to get rid of any signs that I had hurt myself. A few moments later I leaned forward just a bit, buried my face in my hands and once again let the tears fall.