Prologue:

''This is for your own good. You know that Mickey, don't you?'' Dad said form the drivers seat, without looking at me.

Hi everyone. I'm Mickey. I'm the tomboy Mickey, who would love to be a boy. Yeah. That's me. But the only problem is, that I have such a cute face! Even though I have short blond hair, I dress like a boy, (well, hooded tops, jeans, hip-hop cap..) and act like one, people still notice be as a girl. God. Who would want to be such 'I'm mom's little angel'-kind or 'I'm a Barbie, hi!'-kind? Not me!

''Mickey, do you understand me?'' Dad raised his voice a bit. Geez, what a character.

''Dude, I'm not deaf! I heard you very well!'' I replied annoyed. What kind of dad would send his daughter to JAPAN, while he was in our home town in south-California?

My dad would. He can't bare me anymore. I guess I'm such eyesore. A brat is a brat – the phrase I hear too often.

I mean, what's wrong with being the one I want to be? I'm not good at school, except in arts and gym. And I know all about dancing! All those cool hip-hop moves, street dance, and break dance.. 'But that's not education', they say. 'That's your free time.'

Who cares? When I grow up, I'm going to be some kind of famous dancer or actor. I know all about that too. And I know I'm good at it. A smile got a curve on my face, when I thought about the new moves and acts I learned.

''Mickey! You are suppose to be depressed! Or something like that!'' My dad suddenly was looking at the back, and staring at me. He was angry.

But why would he be? I'm the one who's supposed to be angry. I should be rising by voice and yelling like mad. But I wasn't.

I didn't have any friends in here either. Well, in our home town. I caused so much trouble, and fought with every boy in that little school, that everybody had started to spread some rumours. Nobody wanted to be friends with someone violent like me. And when I went to high-school, nobody got close to me, 'cause I had supposedly beaten up a gangster and left him all bloody in the street.

Pfft. Like I could do that. I'm not that strong, alright.

''Old man, if you're going to send me in Japan, and leave me there all alone, aren't I the one, who's supposed to be angry?'' I looked at him. But he didn't look at me anymore.

''Do want you want. I'm going to send you there, and I hope you learn some manners!'' He yelled at me, and kicked his car.

I looked down at my hands. ''Sorry.'' I whispered.

All I've told you about are my bad sides. But I have good sides too. I'm actually really kind-hearted. I loved my mom, she was kind-hearted too. She loved me too, I know it.

She always said to me; ''Mickey is what Mickey wants to be.''

She was very gentle mom. She always praised be, and even when I fought my first fight, she just said; ''Oh my. Do you feel better letting some energy out? But I hope you wouldn't do it in other people, honey.'' And then she had smiled.

But maybe that's one reason I wanted to be stronger. I felt like my mom was very fragile, like she would break in half, if someone pushed her down.

But I know now, that my mom wasn't fragile. She was very strong spirited, and always had taken my side. But she died in a car-accident; when she was suppose to pick me up.

Maybe that's the reason my dad won't forgive me. Maybe that's the reason I'm afraid to become the one I dreamed. To be gentle just like my mom.

But I grew a wall between me and the world. The only thing I let in, are the things I love deeply.

And that doesn't involve my old man. At all.