Prolouge

Febuary 10

Miena slid out of the mustang that belonged to her cousin and picked at her clothes absently.

"Mie, stop, you look fine" Her cousin chided her, grabbing her hand and pulling her at a fast pace toward a mansion ahead of them.

"But...I'm not anywhere used to it, besides why can't I just wear my jeans and shirt?"

With a sigh, her cousin stopped at the walkway to the entrance and tugged at Meina's hair, in a conservitive braid no less, "Because, you're wearing my clothes...and Mie..." She pulled at the braid once more, "Really be more...free...wild...like this"

Her cousin flipped her golden hair back and let it fall around her slender shoulders, already several people of the male species were gathering interest in her "wild" cousin. Miena pulled her hair from the braid, "Fine...but-"

"Alright see ya later Cuz" Her cousin patted her on the shoulder and without a second glance back, left to go greet some people, who she immediatly started talking to like she had known them forever.

How can she do this to me? Miena thought with a grim sigh. Her cousin, a.k.a the "pretty, rich, and spoiled girl you should be more like", or so her parents told her. Like she wanted to be Miss Extrovert, that went to more parties, and got drunk more than Nicole Richy in her home country of the good ole U.S.

But she was in Japan, staying with that same cousin that was the "spoiled, rich girl", and she couldn't leave. She didn't know how to drive, besides the usual gas, and brake. And she didn't know the direction to her make-shift home that her parents had sent her to for the summer. So now she must "be free" as her cousin had said.

Miena stepped inside the raging party, and brushed past a couple that was on the verge of drunk and lust. So parties in Japan was no different than the ones in the U.S. huh? She hurried to the corner where the food was and finding that there was no food, decided the best place to hide out was indeed the bathroom. Those weren't different than the one's in the United States right?

Finding what served as the bathroom wasn't easy, in fact it took her quite a few minutes to find even the stairs to go up to one that wasn't occupied by someone who was either a)puking, b)getting high, or c) other things she did not want to see. During the time, she was bumped into by a girl, who was about to fall over from the high she had, and some sort of liquid was slipped on her borrowed shirt. The girl then proceeded to hand her the plastic cup and kiss the guy next to her.

When she made it to the bathroom that wasn't occupied, she locked the door behind her, and leaned agaisnt it a moment. She wasn't a party girl. She was the opposite, she was a introvert, she wanted a good book, some rock music to dance to in her pajamas, popcorna, soda, and a good horror movie. That was her perfect time. This was not.

Her shirt was ruined, she found out, upon looking in a mirror that stretched the length the one wall. A large stain coated the front, and no matter what effort she put into it, it wouldn't go away. Her cousin would just have to buy a new shirt...like that would be a problem for her. Her cousin loved shopping.

Miena took one look at herself and almost cringed. She wasn't what you call a beautiful girl, she never had been. Her parents had always told her she had the body of a cheerleader, but she didn't think so. She was tall, and lanky, taller than most guys she came across. Her face was a oval shape, not at all flattering like her cousins, who had a heart shape. And her hair...she depised her hair. It was unmanagable all the time! Not even its length was a good thing, it was always frizzy and its medium brown color was...dull.

She had never been a boy magnet. And she wasn't now, not even in rich, wealthy styled clothes that she had borrowed from her dear cousin helped.

By this time, as she had judged herself in the mirror, her overshirt was hanging off the sink, and she now stood in a denim skirt and white tanktop. Simple. Just like home.

She looked to the drink on the counter, the liquid looked good, and she was thirsty. Dare she drink it?

"Bottom's up" She tilted her head back and drank the contents. Little did she know this one moment of weakness, would change her life forever. For the good, or bad was yet to be decided.