Pit pat. Pit pat. The raindrops fell and hit the window. I huffed, causing my breath to fog up a portion of the window. I was moving… again, shipped off to relative after relative. It wasn't that I was a 'bad child'; it was just that I was me.

My mom's family was very strict, always pushing her to be the best, education wise that is. College was the main focus in their eyes. What mattered the most was what college you went to and how smart you were. Marriage, family and such were meant for after college, it was stupid "to go looking for love", as my grandparents say. So when my parents met, it was instant chaos. They were in their senior year when they met and they practically fell in love after a single day. They dated in secret so my grandparents never found out. Until the day they found out mom was pregnant with me. She was so afraid of what her parents would think of her that she ran away with dad. Mom had died giving birth to me and a of couple months later dad left with no trace. I don't really mind, I guess I should've been angry or at least upset.

I should've known, I had ended up going to every known relative of mine only to end up being sent back to child care. Today was the day, I was finally put up for adoption and surprisingly enough, a family adopted me. So here I am, riding on a plane going to Japan with them.

The family was fairly nice to me so far. The couple had two sons back in Japan, one apparently being only one year older than me. The couple appeared to be rich because I was riding in a private jet, seemingly owned by them.

Though, why would anyone want to adopt me? Let alone a freaking rich family. It wouldn't be long before they send me back too. It's just the cycle, a part of life.

I glanced around the jet. The man was filling out paper work in a compartment across from me. He looked to be in deep thought, his black eyebrows furrowed and lips curved in a slight frown. I had to admit, he was handsome nonetheless. What used to be sleek black hair, now tousled and messy from a noticeable nap. He was wearing a business suit which was a tad wrinkled in parts. He seemed to be well built even with a blazer on. The man turned to say something to his wife, who was in the seat just next to him, reading a thick book. His wife nodded and stood up; walking to the front of the plane and appearing through the doors marked 'AUTHORIZED PERSONS ONLY'. The sign seemed silly to me since it was a private plane anyway.

The man's wife was also undoubtedly beautiful. Together they appeared lovely. She was thin and tall, but still fell inches short next her husband. Her long honey blonde hair fell in natural ringlets, highlighting her pale complexion. As she returned, she had what seemed to be a record file in her hands. Her long dress swished along with her as she glided across the aisle way and handed the file to her husband. The lady sat down again and resumed her novel.

I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. I glared at my dull brown hair and wished it was as silky and shiny as hers. Even if I had been born with hair as fine as the lady's, it would have looked worse with my small button nose and full cheeks than with my pin straight dark auburn locks. Small freckles lightly dotted my cheek bones and just below my big 'doe-like' eyes, as one of my former friends had once recalled. I suppose my eyes were my best feature. Despite their lack of a unique blue-green color, their deep chocolate hue was good enough for me. I envied her proportioned height. Sadly, I was cursed with the small stature of 4'8. I was a 17-year-old stuck in the body of a 7-year-old. I never really questioned my growth but rather waited for Mother Nature to do her magic. But after a couple years, I began to feel restless and trapped in my kid-like body. Being the height of a child has gotten me mistaken for an actual child multiple times. Perhaps that's why the couple decided to adopt me. Though, they did look at my birth certificate.

Oh well, at most I would only be living with them for a year. When I turn 18, I'll move out and start my own life, a life where it's only me. I'll start a new life where I will finally be accepted and feel like I belong.

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xoxo,

Jacie