Appleblx: I'll have you know, I didn't write this! My friend Liz did, and I had to post it for her :) Enjoy anyway~
My life story is complicated- I won't deny it.
I was born in Atlanta, Georgia to two blonde- haired, blue- eyed parents. I was born with black hair and green eyes.
My parents were very superstitious, and thought I was a bad omen. They gave me the name they had planned for their blonde- haired, blue- eyed daughter- Charlotte.
I spent the first four years of my life with them, happy and loved.
They were almost ready to give up on the superstitions when disaster struck.
It was my first day of kindergarten, and I was excited but nervous, like all kids are. My parents brought me to school and my day was going well, until nap-time.
I refused to take a nap, and when the teacher tried to calm me down, I punched her in the face so hard her nose broke.
Needless to say, I was expelled. and my parent's fading superstitions were confirmed. School simply went downhill from there- I was expelled from two more schools that month, and by Christmas, my parents decided to home-school me. I slowly excelled in everything- coloring, numbers, and whatever else kindergarteners do- except language.
Anything that had to do with English, I struggled in. I was sent to a doctor, and what he said was that basically my mind was hard- wired to Japanese. He recommended that I try learning Japanese- and if that didn't work, then I was just another kid with a mental disorder to be referred to some other professional.
I had my fifth birthday on March nineteenth, and my parents decided to try teaching me Japanese. They took free lessons online and then tried teaching me.
Every word they said, I understood. Even though they hardly knew what they were saying, it was just like talking to someone with an accent.
They signed me up with a Japanese- English tutor, but she was used to teaching children from Japan english, so she couldn't help me that much.
My parents, still confused with the whole ordeal, began to make appointments with more and more professionals and doctors and psychologists.
Being only five and a half, I really didn't understand what the problem was- Japanese just clicked, like riding a bike.
My parents found a professional who lived 3 hours away who specialized in my "condition". She spoke briskly, saying that she knew of one thing that might help me be more normal.
I glanced up from the doll who's hair I was brushing, and gave the grown-ups an inquisitive look. "What we could do," the doctor continued, "is send her to Japan."
After some discussion- or, rather, persuasion- my parents cast another glance my way. My mother came over to me and asked, "Do you know where Japan is, sweetie?"
"Nope!" I replied in my little kindergartener voice.
After a moment, my mommy, who I trusted and loved said, "Because you'll be living there"