"Have fun sugar" She called as I drove away, the girl that I will never again see again, my best friend Joy. I was moving to another country, Japan, well my new brothers house, to be precise. His name is Yoh Asakura. I know nothing about him, all I knew was I was leaving my home well orphanage in America to go to bloody Japan. I sighed at the thought of speaking Japanese AGAIN. It's a real pain I really can't take all these language changes; I swear that I must be able to speak every language on the planet. I can speak Spanish, French, Greek, Latin, German, Japanese, Chinese, Urdu, Portuguese ect. I do feel like I should just travel when I'm old enough but first I wanna go back for Joy and make sure her parents don't get to her first.
Im really going to miss Joy. Her warm smile we were like twins with hour-glass figures but not so thin and with no need for corsets or excessive exercise. Her long blond hair, her big dark brown eyes she was pretty ordinary but so different in so many ways. Her personality, the way she thinks, the way she is all round she will stick up for her worst enemy she will always fight for what she believes in. She was very hard to get along with though. She was hard-headed and violent when she didn't get what she wanted. She was a bit older than me but she was like a big sister to me I'm gonna miss her. I felt tears trickle down my check as I thought of the orphanage and all my friends, they were true family, blood couldn't bring us any closer.
When I was on the plane for a long time I sat next to my adopted dad sadly, he always wears a mask nowhere days it's bloody creepy. He sat there looking out of the window looking completely out of it. It was scary. After 3 hours on the plane I couldn't take the silence anymore. I had to speak and apparently in Japanese for him to understand but I can only write this down in English for you all to understand. Or if your Japanese or can understand it then just translate it.
"So….. What's your son like?" I said in a calm voice looking away from him at the hideous sleeping fat slob sitting next to me. He looked at me as if I had never spoken before. I felt to kiss my teeth but restrained myself some how. Then he replied after 3 minutes of silence.
"He... He is a good boy very calm collective mature but a bit naive but he always try's to make the right decision." His attitude towards that question told me that he doesn't really know his son that well. I found that really stupid I mean why would you adopt another child when you don't even look after your own child. Adults these days they want it all. I had an urge to ask more about this weird named child like why is his name so weird and is he a prick or a divv. But I thought no I'll drop it this one time.
When we finally arrived it was mildly was but not as hot as California but all the same it was new and I had to start from scratch and make new friends. When I waited to pick up my luggage the fat slob that sat next to me began to talk to me.
"Hello…My…Name…Is….Tadase. … What's…Yours?" he asked. I wasn't sure weather to answer him or leave him hanging but then I thought that it would be rude to ignore him since he made an effort, so I responded but in Japanese as it was clear he struggled with English.
"My names Sasha nice to meet you Tadase" I sounded so sweet. It made me feel sick, it was a horrible feeling pretending to be the sweet innocent girl that every thinks you are. He looked at me amazed as if he never heard an American speak Japanese. Then he shook it off and began some sort of conversation about all sorts of random stuff. When my luggage finally came I had to say good bye but I did get his e-mail sadly but hey my first friend, well making friends with adults won't be too hard I thought smugly as I found my new dad. I didn't even know his name I just called him ota san. He didn't, and still doesn't, even have a car so we had to take a freaking taxi and it was a long journey I felt to cry. Ota san gave me a phone when we got to his house, then told the cab driver to wait there for a dew minutes. He walked me up to the door holding my 3 suitcases (one for basic clothes, one for shoes, and one for hair products) I did feel bad for him as they were heavy but not my problem. When he opened the door a horrid stench filled the air it was like Joy's cooking vile and poisonous it made me feel even worse.
"YOH" ota san called "YOH WHERE ARE YOU". Then a voice replied coming he had quite a high voice compared to the boys I've heard. Then came bobbing along the corridor a boy around 16, Joys age, he was wearing blue jeans and a white top and his hair was wild and spiky. Poor child I thought, if he went to my last school he would be bullied, good thing he doesn't. I waved at him unsure of his personality and he just waved back and said "Yo". He looked very familiar but that wasn't the thing on my mind, it was the horrible smell that was on my mind. I just had to smile and deal with it, like everything else in life. "I'm going now Yoh so I'll see you soon" Ota san said. I remember looking at him very dazed as if to say you're leaving me… with him and a house that smells like a whole city died, I don't think so. "Take care of her" he said placing me suitcases on the floor. I turned to look at him while I felt my jaw hit the floor. He left me. He really left me, with a stranger. OH MY GOSH. I began to think of planning a trip back home but you know what I thought I'll never make it to the airport after that drive no way in hell.
After 20 minutes of looking at where the taxi had been it began to rain and I was still outside. Great I thought I'm stuck here with a boy named Yoh, how sad. The he tapped my shoulder. This made me meet his confused looking eyes so just to make him feel better I smiled.
"Umm are you gonna come in" he said looking a little intimidated by the size of my suitcases. Well they weren't small or light. I was shocked when I found out they were allowed on the plane but hey it was fun. I could not believe that ota san had left me but you know what his son has to look after me now.
"Sure" I replied "and could you hep me out with my bags please?" I said innocently because to be honest I didn't feel like carrying them. So if he is a boy he should be able to carry at least 2 bags weighing 20 stones each.
"ok" he said smiling. Honestly is there anything boys wont do for a smile obviously not I thought and smiled again.
When all my bags were placed in my new room I had a shower and went back to my room and began to make plans to decorate it, when a young girl wearing a black dress and a red scarf thing on her head. In my eyes the girl was a pixie but hey she look my age, but hey what did I know.
"You" she said pointing at me "what's your name?" she asked. You who the did she think she was little pixie faced bitch. I had to suck down my pride for a while or any time I speak to her because I'd only been there for an hour listening to the rain hit the roof tiles. And this cheeky little bitch comes in without knocking and says You for fuck sake. "My names Sasha" I replied with that sickening tone again but hey if she would leave me alone I would do just about anything. "What's yours?" I continued calmly. She looked as if she was trying to read me but do you know what I didn't give a damn so she can be a bitch on her own accord. I thought while i was still smiling.