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I hope you enjoy chapter one!

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Chapter 1

I stood in the airport, hugging my two best friends, Caramel and Keira goodbye. Caramel pulled away, and we all exchanged one last goodbye. I blinked away my tears as my friends departed. My parents helped me to the plane, and I hugged them goodbye.

"Goodbye Vanilla dear, make sure to call us when you land." My mom reminded me. I nodded and soon I was settled down in the plane. As I watched my hometown, New York City, get smaller, a baby in the plane seat in front of me began to cry. Soon I could barely make out New York itself. The baby was silenced with a pacifier.

I needed some entertainment, and this was going to be long flight. So I pulled my Japanese book out of my book and began doing the extra homework my Japanese tutor had given me.

Today was the big day. I was moving to Tokyo, Japan to live with my grandparents.

At first, this idea seemed unreal. Four months before, I was told I was moving and nothing could be done to change that. So I started taking Japanese lessons, learning how to eat with chopsticks, and studying Japanese culture. It was hard work, but soon the idea warmed up to me.

I peeked out the plane window and saw we were flying over dark green land. The baby in front of me was taking a nap in his mother's arms. It was six thirty in the morning when my plane took off, now it's seven. About thirty minutes to go. I was taking four different planes to Tokyo, and right now I was just flying to an international airport.

The plane landed in Chicago. I grabbed a map as I looked at the long list of departing flights. After I found the gate of my next plane, I bought a doughnut and called to tell my parents I was ok. Soon my next plane was taking off. This plane would land in Germany, and the trip would take twelve whole hours. During this flight, I took a long nap and woke up when a steward asked if I wanted a drink.

At the airport in Germany, I found a map and was happy to find a list of departures in English. My next flight would land in China. After calling my parents at the gate, I checked the time. It was almost midnight. Once on the plane, I bought M&M's from a steward and chewed them while I reviewed my Japanese again.

As I watched out the window of the plane, I listened to the many languages buzzing around me. Once the plane landed, I had to run to the next flight to get there. It killed my legs, but at least I made it. This next flight was my last, and it was already the next day. On the next flight I slept, and ate some complimentary salted peanuts.

The plane landed in Tokyo, and I'm definitely happy to walk again. I wasn't really tired though because I slept a lot on my flights. Sleeping was something that naturally came to me on airplanes. My grandparents told me to wait by the luggage carousel. I managed to fish out my bags, but a friendly couple had to help me. Sitting on a bench, waiting, I open my backpack and pull out a Japanese manga. My Japanese tutor recommended I read some manga. You have to embrace the culture, he says.

Looking around, I immediately noticed the modern design of the airport. It was nice, and it made this place less alien. I heard constant Japanese on the loudspeaker. I could translate all of it, with some short reflection. After my people watching and manga, I finally remembered to call my parents.

Once I finished the call I set my phone and watch to Tokyo time. Then I picked up a magazine at a little store. Luckily, I had Japanese money, Yen, which my grandparents sent. It was a magazine that reminded me of People magazine. The cover was glossy and new, with a pretty Japanese model on the cover.

A man was smoking a ways away, and I tried not to gag as I read the table of contents for the magazine. There was a list of popular restaurants, which I knew I had to check out. The best dessert place was…a place called The Mew Mew Café. There was a picture. It was a tall, pink building that was decorated with purple and pink hearts. I'd have to go there, desserts were my passion.

I flipped through more pages and looked at the latest fashions in Japan. Thankfully, they were a lot similar to New York's. Then, I heard a car horn. It was my grandfather.

I felt a smile form on my lips and I ran to his car. Grandfather helped me get my bag and backpack into the trunk, and then I settled into the passenger seat. "Ready to go?" Grandfather asked after I buckled my seatbelt. I nodded. Grandfather and Grandmother spoke little English, so they were relieved to hear I knew Japanese. I talked to Grandfather the rest of the drive. He pointed out many things as we passed by them, and he mentioned the Mew Mew Café was a short walk from his house.

We came to Grandfather's house within twenty minutes. Grandmother was waiting. "Vanilla! You're here!" I hugged her and then Grandfather pulled my luggage inside. They informed me I was enrolled in 9th grade, and I started in two days. I hadn't been worried about school before, but as I slipped into my new bedroom, the seriousness of my predicament hit me.

Hopefully, everyone is nice in my new school. I glanced out the window and saw the sunrise. It was relaxing. Grandmother helped me unpack, and Grandfather gave me a tour of the house. They forced me to eat, despite my interjection that I was full.

Grandfather told me not sleep because I needed to get used to the time change, but Grandmother protested that I had been on planes all day and night and needed rest. Thankfully, Grandmother won that argument. The next day, I was given a tour of Tokyo.

Tokyo was like New York in some ways. It was a big city, but cleaner than New York. I saw people my age, of every age really. Once we were done with the tour, I made my way to The Mew Mew Café. Inside the café was like the outside. Pink and full of hearts. It was cute. The waitresses were my age, except for two. One was maybe ten; the other was in her twenties.

A green haired girl in a green frilly outfit greeted me.

"Hello, Welcome to Café Mew Mew! Would you like a table?" The waitress adjusted her glasses.

"Yes ma'am." I told her. She led me to a table near the back of the café.

"Here's a menu, have a nice lunch!" The waitress smiled and walked off. The menu was in Japanese of course, and I saw plenty of meals I recognized. A few minutes later the green haired girl came back.

"Would you like to order?" She asked pleasantly.

I nodded. "I'll have the tuna salad please." I told her. The food came out quickly, delivered by the waitress in her twenties. The waitress's hair was oddly purple, and her hair color matched the color her outfit like the green haired girl's. I dug into the warm food. It was extremely well made. The green haired girl walked past, balancing two large trays. She suddenly slipped on a wet part of the floor.

I lunged for both plates, barely catching them. The waitress caught herself on a chair, which wasn't occupied, so the chair slipped and the girl hit the floor loudly. She looked up. "Oh-I'm sorry!" She apologized and collected the plates.

I smiled. "It's not your fault." I told her. Soon after I paid and traveled home. My first day of school was tomorrow, and I got more nervous by the hour. When Grandmother asked me to help her with dinner, I happily agreed. Cooking was one of my strong points, and it helped calm me down. Finally, I set my alarm to wake me up bright and early and fell asleep.

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