"Kisa-San!" a high pitched voiced yelled from behind me.

Turning around, I searched for my best friend, Inoue Nami, whom owned that voice; then, I spotted her, running as quickly as she could with her long, skinny legs and her high school uniform flapping each time she made a stride closer to me. Watching, I stopped in my tracks and continued to look her way with a small smile coming unto my lips. My arms were at my sides and my backpack over my right shoulder about to fall to the dirty, old cement that my feet stood on. A slight breeze blew my thin, chocolate brown hair out of my face to show my nearly black eyes and Asian tinted skin. My eyes are outlined by heavy, thick, long eyelashes and my eyebrows thin and proportioned to shape my face. My lips are thick and my body is too thin, short, and wiry.

Nami was nearly ten feet close to me, and still running at full speed, reaching me in less than a second. Her long, curly, dyed blond hair was flapping against the small of her back in the wind. She stopped beside me on my left and stood straight up, making me feel shorter than ever. Her face is heart shaped and paler than the average Japanese. She has short side bangs that set perfectly on the left side of her face and her muddy brown eyes bring out her face and light colored eye brows and eye lashes. Nami looked down at me and smiled with her thin, tan colored glossed lips and white, straight teeth.

"You shouldn't over due yourself so early in the morning," I said in a motherly tone.

"Over doing myself like that gets me awake and alert in the morning," Nami excused.

"Really?" I asked, turning in the direction I was walking before she called me and beginning to walk with her right by my side, "That just gets me tired and exhausted."

"Well, you never were the kind for sports and such," Nami replied.

"You got that right. I've never been able to run for two minutes of my life," I said, nodding in agreement, but not looking at her.

"You say you want to be a secret agent for the FBI, but if running is your only escape, you're dead," Nami said with a small laugh. I laughed also at the joke that was said many of times.

"No kidding," I said, smiling and then continuing, "I don't know how you can do that stuff though."

"I've always played sports and ran a lot," Nami began, "Nothing changes when you get older. It's just in my genes."

"Must be," I said, "I wonder how they run and play sports in America." I frowned and looked down at my feet as I walked.

"Don't be sad about moving to America," Nami cheered and patted my back twice, "You'll like it, I'm sure of it. My cousin, Rika-Senpai, said that she loved it. And that it was a great experience for her."

"But Rika-Senpai went as an exchange student. The Americans probably sweetened everything up to make them look good. I'm going to live there and become a citizen," I said in a sorrowful tone.

"Don't be like that," Nami told me, "You have to look positive."

I looked straight ahead of me and wiped my left eye of a possible tear, "Says the one who won't be moving to a different continent tomorrow."

"It's hard for me too. I'm going to have to say good-bye to one of my bestiest friends ever," Nami exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you're not giving up schools, teachers, and things like that," I said in a sad tone.

"Hey, you'll find some new teachers that are cool. Who knows? The schools there may let you skip out on Physical Education. And the kids my be cool, I'm sure they won't be like aliens," she said in a happy voice, attempting to cheer me up and epically failing.

"Americans hate anime," I said.

"Some Americans love anime. Especially Naruto. It's the biggest anime now," Nami said.

"Yeah, sure," I said in an unbelievable tone.

"Don't act so negative. You leave the day after tomorrow. We're going to ditch school tomorrow for you, so enjoy yourself," Nami replied.

I pondered over this for a moment, knowing that Nami was not going to give up with her cheer speech.

"Fine," I said in a tone of epic fail.

"Good," Nami said in a voice of victory, "Now let's forget about America for a moment and talk about something else."

"You just said America again," I reminded her.

"Excuse me. You just said it," Nami exclaimed.

"You said it first," I replied.

"Well, never mind then," Nami finally said, "Let's think about something else."

"Hmm… Like what?" I asked.

"I don't know," Nami admitted, "Let's think."

"Thinking isn't one of my priorities at this point," I said.

"Hmm…" Nami thought out loud with her right index finder at her mouth.

I was so deeply out of thought that I didn't notice the footsteps behind me until a finder touched the back of my neck. Quickly, I jumped in a 180 spin and saw one of my other best friends, Sota Ryuichi, with a smirk on his face. Ryuichi is short-but not as short as me- and very muscular. He has black, short, pointed hair and almost black eyes with thick eyebrows and eyelashes. His skin has an Asian tint and soft glow.

"Ryuichi-Kun!" I gasped.

"Oh, Kisa-San, you're so easy to scare and sneak upon. And you say that you want to be a secret agent for the FBI," Ryuichi said with a laugh from me and Nami, who turned around to face Ryuichi.

"Will you both be quiet about that?" I asked

"But it's true, Kisa-San," Nami said with a smile and a nod.

"So how is my lovely Nami-Chan?" Ryuichi asked.

"I am not 'Chan'. I am a 'San'. And I am not your lovely. For your safely, I shall let you know, that I do have a boyfriend named Katsuya-Senpai," Nami said coldly, crossing her arms and glaring at Ryuichi intensely.

"So intense. My kind of girl," Ryuichi muttered.

"What was that?!" Nami asked, leaning closer to him with anger in her eyes and voice.

"Oh, nothing," Ryuichi lied in a sing-like voice.

"It sounded like something!" Nami accused.

"Did you ever know how lovely your eyes gleam when you are angry?" Ryuichi asked innocently.

Nami leaned back to her original position and continued to glare. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned away saying, "Hmph!"

"Sticking out your tongue? I didn't know that high school girls did that," Ryuichi said.

"You're within punching range," Nami said in a threatening tone of voice.

"Don't be that way, my dear," Ryuichi said, leaving against his bike that he was holding up by his hands. Accidentally, he leaned too far and fell over on top or his bike.

Nami looked down at him and began to laugh quietly.

I smiled and looked down at his shocked and embarrassed face.

Quickly, Ryuichi got to his feet and pulled his bike up. He stood up as if nothing had happened and smiled, "I fall off my bike. It's quite a hobby."

"Yeah, it looks like a pain of fun," I said sarcastically, looking out at the street of passing cars and pedestrians. I spotted my other best friend, Saito Hiroki, riding his bike at full speed on the edge of the sidewalk.

"Hiroki-Kun!" I yelled, waving.

Nami and Ryuichi looked to where my gaze and wave lead to and saw where Hiroki was and did the same as I.

Hiroki looked back at us and smiled widely, not paying attention to where he was going. As his right hand was up and about to wave to us, his bike hit a parked car and stopped abruptly, making him flip over his handlebars and crash unto the front of the car and role off onto the street flat on his stomach with his bike falling onto his bike.

My eyes flew wide open as I gasped, unable to recognize the reactions of my two friends next to me. I ran across the street, ignoring the honks of the horns and yelling of the drivers. I heard Nami and Ryuichi's footsteps trailing behind me. Once I approached Hiroki, I threw the bike off of his body and out into the middle of the street, causing more horns and angry voices arise. Not caring, I got on my knees and turned Hiroki over as Nami crouched to my left and Ryuichi sit on one knee on my right.

"Is he okay?" Nami asked.

Looking at his face, luckily, I saw a minor cut on his forehead and several minor cuts on his palms and said, "He doesn't look to bad considering that crash."

"So against crash rules," Ryuichi murmured.

Ignoring his comment, I said to Hiroki, "Are you okay, Hiro-Kun?"

Hiroki brought his eyes into focus and stared up at me for a moment and said, "Yeah, I'm alive, aren't I?"

"I know that. Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Never been better, but can I get up? Laying on the side of the street is not very fun," Hiroki said with a gentle smile.

"Uh… sure," I said.

As Ryuichi and I pulled up Hiroki to his feet, Nami stood to her feet mighty and tall and said to the forming crowd, "Nothing to see here. He's fine. You can move along now."

The people gave murmurs and last glances of reassurance as before they walked their separate ways.

As I held Hiroki steady, Ryuichi retrieved his bike in the middle of the street, allowing cars to move freely. He gave it back to Hiroki and got his bike from a leaning car.

"Are you sure you're not in pain?" Ryuichi asked.

"I'm sure," Hiroki replied, turning to him with a nod.

Ryuichi blinked and flicked the cut on Hiroki's forehead, and smiled, "Now you can say that you hit a car and crashed."

"Hey, that hurt!" Hiroki said defensively.

"You know, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Then it's hilarious," Ryuichi said with a laugh.

"You know," Nami began, turning towards us, "I've heard of people being hit by moving cars, but not parked cars."

Hiroki turned to her and said, "I hit the car."

"And you better get out of here before the owner comes back. You left a dent in the front of the car, you know," Nami suggested, motioning to the red Volvo.

Hiroki shifted his eyes to the dented vehicle and gasped.

"Wow. The car got hurt more than you," Ryuichi said in sarcastic amazement.

"That's not funny," Hiroki said in panic, pointing to the car and then scratching his short muddy brown hair. His eyes are light brown and his skin is Asian colored and he is very tall like Nami, making me feel like an elf. He is somewhat muscular and his lips, eye lashes, and eye brows are very thick.

"I suggest we get out of her," Nami said, "now."

"Good idea," I said.

Without saying anything else, we walked across the street and to the other sidewalk and stopped there. Nami looked at cell phone and gasped at what she saw.

"School starts in 6 minutes!" Nami gasped.

"What? But we're15 minutes away!" I said.

"I know. We have to run!" Nami replied in panic.

"Yeah, let's go!" I said, turning forward, in a crouch ready to sprint.

But before I could take one step, a warm hand grasped my left wrist. When I looked back, I saw that Hiroki was holding me back. Standing straight up, I asked, "Hiroki-Kun? What?"

"Get on," Hiroki said, releasing my wrist and scooting up on his bike.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Get on," Hiroki said, motioning to his bike this time.

"O-okay," I hesitated as I got onto the back of his bike and wrapped my hands around him.

"Now, Nami-Chan! Get on!" Ryuichi said as he got on his bike.

Nami shook her head and stepped back from him in protest.

"Don't be afraid. I don't bite...hard," Ryuichi said with a small smile.

"5 minutes," I said as Hiroki pushed off and began riding away. I looked back at Nami and Ryuichi as they fought. They'd surely spend their whole time fighting and be late. Turning back my head, I saw that Hiroki was going through a yard, "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Taking a short cut," Hiroki answered with a dangerous smile. When we approached a fence with a hole, he yelled, "Duck!"

I did so and a second later, we flashed through the hole in the fence. As soon as that was over, I lifted my head up to see that I was in another yard. I heard a fierce growl roam through my ears. Frantically, I searched for the growl and saw a bulldog come out of its doghouse and run after us at tremendous speed. My eyes grew wide and I yelled to Hiroki, "Faster!"

"Haha," Hiroki laughed, reaching the middle of the large yard.

"Eh?" I asked in confusion.

"Fluff's nice. Don't' worry about him," Hiroki said in a careless tone.

I looked back and saw that the furious bulldog was only two feet away from the bike and about to leap onto the back wheel. I whined in fright as the dog made its leap, but it barely missed because of the lease that held him back.

Barking angrily, the dog continued to jump towards us but could not get far enough. We curved to the edge of the backyard and into the next yard that was full of weeds and overgrown grass. This made the ride bumpy and uneasy, but for my luck, the yard was much smaller and the fence to the next yard was bent to a low angle, allowing us to run over it and into the next yard.

This yard only had a few weeds growing and a little ditch separating itself from the next yard. I eyed the ditch as we neared it at a fast pace. Jeez. How can Hiroki peddle this fast on this bike with two people on it? Ah, well. Don't care.

"Is this even legal? Aren't we invading peoples private property?" I asked.

"I don't know," Hiroki said, "But it's the fastest way to school. And we can easily escape if they do catch us, which I doubt they will."

"Why did I agree to this?" I asked myself in a too quiet whisper for Hiroki to hear.

On purpose, like his dangerous and daring self, Hiroki sped up and we flew out of the ditch and into the next yard. At first, I couldn't see anything at first that caught my eye until I saw a skateboard ramp right in front of us, and parkour boy was definitely going towards it. Right after the ramp, was a tall fence with points at the top. Ouch. I tried, frantically, to find another escape out of the yard, but I failed.

"Are you crazy?" I asked in an alarmed tone.

"Hmmm… Crazy? No. Daring? Yes," Hiroki answered.

"What's the difference?!' I questioned.

"That's a difficult question," he replied.

"You are going to get us in the-" I said but then we rode over the ramp and flew over the fence into the woods. We landed safely and Hiroki stopped the bike. I was still shaking, but it was over.

"Finish that," Hiroki said.

"Never mind," I said, twitching.

"Are you ready to go?" Hiroki asked.

"Uh… Yeah. I don't want to be late," I said.

"OK," Hiroki replied, peddling the bike once again. We strode through the small forest and to the school parking lot. I was relieved that students were still rushing into the building. We had made it, luckily.

Hiroki and I put the bike up and ran inside the school to change our shoes and run up to our classroom as fast as possible. We arrived up at our classroom and sat in our second row seats and pulling out our books and other materials that were mandatory.

Hiroki sat on the left of me, Nami on the right, and Ryuichi sat behind me.

Nami came running in through the room as quickly and swiftly as possible, sitting in her seat as the teacher (Ariwa-Sensei) turned to face the class with an expecting emotion written on his face. He eyed every desk, but stopped at the one behind me to find that at was empty.

"Gakusha Ryuichi..." Ariwa-Sensei murmured in his soprano tone of voice.

As Ariwa ended the last syllable in Ryuichi's name, Ryuichi appeared at the doorway, clearly not in the least bit worried about being late. Instead of running to his desk like anyone would do to attempt to hide their absence, Ryuichi smiled and leaned against the doorway while gazing at Nami.

Nami shook her head, and turned to the front of the classroom with a yeah-right smirk on her face.

Hiroki and I turned to the front as well; we both smiled in entertainment at Nami's rejection.

"Gakusha-San..." Ariwa-Sensei said, "You may sit now."

Ryuichi pushed away from the doorway and walked to his seat in a cool fashion and sat down to lean back in his seat and daydream about nothing like he usually did on school days.

Unlike most days, school zoomed by. I wish that it would last forever, but, because of my luck, it didn't. School ended, and I walked out of the classroom with a few students saying good-bye to me. Half the people didn't like me or I never spoke to them before. How odd. Seems that whenever someone is leaving, you become famous for a day. Hmmm… Makes me wonder what happens when someone dies. I hear that kids become perfect when they die. Wish I could see that happen if I were to die at an early age. It would be amusing… Hmmm… Then I'd go haunt people for some more humor. Oh, the thrills I'll have!

Nami's voice brought me out of my humorous thoughts, "Come, let's get out of here and do something fun."

I just nodded. Leaving this school is going to be harder than I thought. I think that I feel tears already. How much of this could I possibly bear? If leaving school is going to make me emotional, then what's going to happen once I step foot on that plane that'll take me from this place that I love to call home? Hurtingly, I pushed that thought away. I couldn't ruin my last day – well, what was left of my last day – with all my friends. At least, I had to act like I was enjoying myself to make them happy.

"What should we do?' Hiroki asked, walking out into the hall with me and Nami.

"Should we go to a nice restaurant or something?' Nami asked suggestively.

"No," Ryuichi said, "How about something more exciting. She can eat anywhere."

"True, true," Nami agreed.

"How about we go around the city," Hiroki suggested.

"But we've been there so many times," Nami complained.

"So?" Ryuichi interjected.

"How about the beach?" I suggested in a questioning tone. All I really wanted at this point was for them to shut up. Did it really matter where we went as long as we were together? We could go to the sewer, and I wouldn't care, just as long as we were all together telling jokes and laughing like we always do.

"That sounds like a good idea," Nami agreed.

"Perfect day too. A little cold, a little warm. Nothing major," Hiroki reasoned.

"Sand...Nami in a bathing suit...perfect place," Ryuichi thought out loud.

Nami glared at him intently and hit him in the back of his head with her school bag full of books and what not?

Hiroki laughed, but this did not humor me as it usually did. It made me a little more depressed and sad. I would miss Nami's fits with Ryuichi a lot. Even though it wasn't intentional for them to quarrel like a married couple, it still cheered me up every day, but once I'm gone, I won't get to see them fight like this anymore.

Hiroki noticed my not-amused expression and stopped laughing to put his right hand on my left hunched shoulder. As we walked, he looked at me with caring and curious eyes.

I'd miss those eyes too. He always seemed so caring about people and always seemed to understand people. No one could understand me more than he could. It seemed as if I was an open book to him and he could read every thought going through my mind just by looking at my expression on my face.

"Kisa-San? What's bothering you?" Hiroki asked me with the calmest expression.

At his words, Nami and Ryuichi shut up and turned their attention to Hiroki and I.

"Nothing. I'm fine," I lied.

"No, you're not fine," Hiroki pushed. He stopped front of me and put both hands on my shoulders to yield me and look straight into the depth of my Asian shaped, brown eyes.

I blinked and shook my head with my lips in a frown.

"Must you keep a secret from us? It's better to get this out of your head and tell the people who care the most about you, including your family, what's wrong," Hiroki advised.

I shook away from him, making his arms fall to his sides, "I'm fine." There goes another lie.

"Kisa-San, tell us what's on your mind. Did we do something to upset you?" Nami asked.

I eyed Nami and said, "No, no. It's just a thought that I came up with. I just thought of things that I'm going to miss."

"Ah, Kisa..." Nami said, giving me an one-armed hug, "Don't feel so bad. Just enjoy the rest of the day with us. Can you do that?"

Here is what I was afraid of, my friends worrying over me.

Ryuichi and Hiroki joined in on the, now, group hug.

"Just think of all the good things," Ryuichi said.

"That's an idea to follow," Hiroki agreed, "Just think of all the positive things."

"Okay, guys. I'll try," I lied. Gosh, I hated lying to my friends. Well, I hated lying in general. No point. It just gets you in trouble and ruins trust. Never works for anyone.

Together, side-by-side, we walked out of the school and to the beach. It took us a little over an hour, but we managed by laughing and talking. We could have gotten to our destination faster if we had taken the subway, but I wanted to take a last look of the city before I left to America.

When we arrived to the beach, we sat in the sand, not caring if sand got in our shoes or on our clothes. What fun is there if you can't do anything? I decided to take off my shoes and run freely for the last time. The soft, warm sand beneath my feet felt like heaven and the soft sound of the crashing waves against the shore made me feel comforting as if I could live here forever or survive a terrible tragedy. For some reason, the ocean gave me a relief of some sort that I could not quite point out or describe. I felt an eerie feeling, yet, I felt that I was safe and had a shield around me. Wish I could stay here forever and never leave, but that was, at this point, impossible.

I stopped running at the edge of the water to run over my feet and begin to sink them beneath the sand. As the water ran over my feet, I closed my eyes and imagined myself in a peaceful place.

"The sunset looks prettier when your eyes are open," Hiroki said, walking up to my side.

My eyes flew open widely and I jumped a little from the shock. I hadn't noticed him walking up beside me. How silly of me.

"Sorry to scare you," Hiroki apologized.

I squished my feet back into the sand and shook my head twice, "No, don't apologize. I was just startled."

"As always," Hiroki said, "You never change."

"Eh?" I asked in confusion, scratching the top of my forehead.

Hiroki looked at me and smiled with his perfect white teeth, "You always get startled and worked up easily."

I smiled at the truth in his words, "Yes, and?"

"You have never changed since the first time I met you three years ago," Hiroki said.

I nodded once and replied, "So?"

"Well, I don't want you to change...never," Hiroki said.

I looked at Hiroki's scarlet colored face intently, "Hiroki-Kun...what are you trying to say? I'm afraid I don't catch on."

"When you come back," –He looked down at his sandy feet–"… Don't come back different, ok?"

"Uhhh… Okay?" I asked bewildered. My forehead creased.

Hiroki looked back up at me. His face was redder than just a second before, "I like you the way you are now. Please, don't change for anything or anyone. Stay Masuno, Kisa-San for me...I really like—"

"Kisa-San," Nami called from almost 20 feet away. She was waving my ringing phone in the air as she shouted.

I turned to Hiroki and said, "Excuse me..." I turned to run, but Hiroki grabbed my left wrist before I could take my second step. The wind blew my hair away from my face and the sunlight made his features stand out more than ever as I looked back at his pleading face. My eyes questioned his hand around my wrist.

"Hi...ro...ki...?" I asked in unison.

He didn't answer, nor did he set my wrist free.

My head turned a little way to the right and I looked into his eyes. I couldn't read his expression, but he could most definitely read mine. I could feel my facial expression question him intensely. Before I could repeat his name, he let my wrist free and his hand fell to his side. He looked back at the calm waves saying nothing. I stood for a split second but then turned to run to Nami and my still ringing cell phone. I arrived to Nami and grabbed my mobile phone from her still waving left hand. I answered it, "Hello?"

'Kisa-Chan?' my mother asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

'When will you be home? Your room is a mess!' my mother said.

"By nine," I promised.

"Eight," my mother corrected.

"Mom!" I complained, "Please let me stay with my friends a little later. This is my last day."

The line was silent for a moment.

'Fine. I guess since it's your last day,' my mom gave in.

"Thank-you, Mom," I said with a small smile, "Home by nine."

"By nine," my mother repeated in a serious voice.

"Okay. Bye, Mom," I said, hanging up the phone and putting it in my empty right shoe that was laying on the sand.

"Nine, you say?" Nami asked.

"Yes," I said with a slight nod.

"Then we have about two and a half hours to kill," Ryuichi said, from behind me.

I turned to him, failing to hid my shock, "Where did you come from?"

"Well, it all starts with two people's love and passion for each other and then-" Ryuichi began to explain with a sly grin on his face.

I interrupted him, "Okay, okay. Stop!"

Ryuichi chuckled and turned to Nami, "Never mind where I came from, but I believe I can guess where you came from, Beautiful. The stars maybe? Or a fairy tail that came true?"

"Your pick up lines are not working," Nami said, crossing her arms.

"Well...uh, I'll leave you two to debate over this..." I said, running off back to Hiroki.

"But, wait-" Nami called after me, but I didn't look back because Ryuichi interrupted.

"Don't," Ryuichi said, covering Nami's mouth, "Let..." His voice trailed off. I couldn't hear any more. What was wrong with these people? Five feet away from Hiroki, I stopped and waited for him to turn to me. He did.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Huh?" I asked, clearly confused.

"For my behavior before," Hiroki answered.

"What?" I asked, taking a step forward and continuing to his side as he spoke.

"I acted a little off the edge," Hiroki replied.

How could I answer him? He was out of the ordinary. But how can I tell him that without looking like a complete idiot?

"No, no," I began, "You're fine. But what were you trying to tell me?"

Hiroki hesitated, "...Uh… It's nothing."

"Eh? But—" I protested.

"Look!" Hiroki pointed out at the sea, I followed his finger, "Dolphins!"

What a weird and random sentence... He has to be hiding something.

"Wow," I acted surprised, "A lot of them too." He wasn't going to keep this away from me forever. "Tell me what you were trying to say back there."

"Uhhh... err. I was, um, asking you to watch the, err, sunset with me," Hiroki said in an unsure voice, "Come! Let's sit down on some dry sand and this can be a never forgotten memory!"

At this point, I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything, so I just went with it and we walked up the beach and sat down on the dry sand, watching the sunset together side by side. The stars finally came out bright as ever. We lay on our backs and tried to find constellations and told jokes. I also wondered what happened to Nami and Ryuichi. Ryuichi's comment got me suspicious though.

I knew that my time was limited. Oh, how I'd miss this. I sat up and looked straight ahead nowhere in particular. Hiroki noticed my movement and sat up as well.

His hand accidentally went over mine. I looked at him and, though I couldn't see the color of his face, I knew that he was blushing scarlet red, possibly crimson at the touch of my hand. I didn't move my hand, but neither did he.

I couldn't notice anything besides him, which felt so strange. So exotic. I've never felt this way before, especially around Hiroki. Somehow, I felt my face blushing as well. No one spoke. We both just stared at each other questioningly. I felt my whole body burn with lust.

The waves of the beach grew quiet, or so it seemed, and the area around us seemed to disappear. It was only he and I in this universe at this moment in the night.

Without notice, our faces seemed to get closer slowly. Every few seconds, our faces grew centimeters closer and closer. Our lips were not even a centimeter apart-

"Kisa! Where are you?" Nami called. I backed away and looked around. Hiroki turned away and his hand went into his lap. Nami stopped at my feet and pulled me up.

"What?" I asked. Her voice had seemed frantic.

"Late...it's 8:52!" Nami said.

"What? I can't get home in eight minutes!" I frantically replied, grabbing my shoes, taking my cell phone out, and putting them on quickly without shaking the sand from the bottom.

I felt Hiroki look at my back from behind me.

"I'll have to catch the train," I said.

"Yeah," Nami said.

"Good-bye, Nami," I said, giving her a hug.

Hiroki got to his feet and looked down at the ground.

"I'll miss you, K-Chan," Nami said, with tears streaming down her face. I felt warm tears fall down my cheeks and off my chin. I let her go and hugged Hiroki.

He hugged me back and with his right hand, caught a tear that fell down my chin. I let him free and saw him look down at his palm. I had no time to think about our almost kiss. I just ran into Ryuichi and hugged him good-bye. As soon as I let him go, I ran off. With one last glance, I waved good-bye and turned away, running as fast as I could. My heart told me to go back, but my body pulled me forward. I ran like hell to get to the train. I got my ticket and got on the train as the doors were beginning to close. Catching my breath, I sat down in one of the chairs next to a window and looked at my reflection in the window. My face was damp from my tears and my eyes were blurry from the running and crying all at once. The train began to move. I saw my three friends run up and wave good-bye. I pressed my hands against the window and cried even more.

Why did I have to leave? Why? Why did I have to leave my friends, my home, and my life for America? And of all people, why me? I faced forward and crossed my arms as my head leaned against the window. I closed my eyes, but tears still continued to fall down my face. Today, my life has ended, or so it seems. My friends and school are all gone. Now I have to leave them for a horrible place. This was the worst for me. I felt pain in my chest every inch the train took me away from my friends. Tomorrow was to be worse. The plain will not just take me away from my friends and my school, but from my home. So I believe that today ends my life, and now I must start a new one. And Nami would want me to make the best of it, so I choose to make the best of it, but it will not make a difference for me. I will still, forever, hate my new life in America, no doubt about that. And I thought as the sunset ended, that my life would end and so it did...

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I know, I know. It wasn't that good. But can I please have comments and such! I need opinions badly!! Please and thankyou!!