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I am really winging this story so I have no idea where it is going or if it is going anywhere. Anyway I hope you enjoy the rather crappy 1st chapter.
"I can't believe you are moving half way across the world!" Brandi groaned, flopping on my bed. I rolled my eyes and continued to pack my suitcase. Brandi groaned again, louder then before, and again I ignored her.
"Do you have to go?" She sat up on my bed, looking at me intently.
"Of course I have to go. That is where my kazoku is moving." I sighed. I had told her this so many times. I didn't want to go, but I wanted to be with my family.
"You know I hate it when you talk to me in Japanese. Do I look like I have squinty little eyes?" She chuckled before collapsing on my bed again, "We only have a few days left, huh?"
"Yeah," My voice came out soft. If it was any louder, she would have heard it crack. I moved so many times, lost so many friends, now I was going to lose the best friend that I ever had. I was going to be more 5481 miles from her and all my other friends. That's right, I googled it; how far away Japan was from America. I am moving all the way to Tokyo.
"Are you ever going to come back?" She said softly, barely above a whisper. The atmosphere was becoming thick which was quite unnerving to me. I needed to brighten it up.
"Of course! Carbondale can't keep me out for too long. I am the most exciting thing that has ever happened here," I turned to face her, with a big smile on my face. It didn't seem to catch on. She turned her face into my pillow.
"That's true," Her voice was muffled. I barely heard her. I sat next to her, but she still wouldn't face me.
"Maybe you can visit me. Going to Japan can be fun," I didn't sound too convinced. 5481 miles seemed to be as far as the moon.
Suddenly, I was hit by a rather soft object on the back of my head. Brandi had smacked me with a pillow. We always said we would have a pillow fight someday or another. That never really happened.
She dropped the pillow, "I am really going to miss you, Mary," A tear rolled down her cheek. I pulled her into a hug.
"I wouldn't blame you. I would miss me too."
"Conceited much?" She laughed weakly, hugging me tighter.
"I'm just kidding. I'll miss you too. Maybe even more," I chuckled. I was beginning to cry myself. I really really did not want to go.
After a few minutes of both of us crying into each others arms, I pushed her back, "I will go on facebook and call you as much as I can. Maybe I will get one of those chitter thing-a-magica to keep you up to date."
"Haha you lie. You will be too busy having fun while I am stuck here," She rolled her still crying eyes.
"I know. Be jealous," I laughed. I got off my bed and went back to packing.
"So what school will you be attending?" She wiped her face off with her sleeve.
"My mom said I would be attending Shikon Demon High School. When I looked it up, it seemed kind of nice, but the last time I checked under my bed or in my closet there was a lack of monsters. I can't imagined an entire school filled with them."
"So, what? Does she think you're the boogie man or something?" Brandi tossed "Last Song" into the box labeled books. Only Brandi would believe this. Anyone else would laugh and call me weird, in a joking manner. There are no demons in America or at least I have never seen any. The states were scaled tail free.
"I really don't know," I sounded kind of down.
"Make sure you don't get eaten on your first day, okay? Well, at least not until you give me the details," This felt like our good-bye; Our last talk, Our last joke, The end of our friendship.
I can't believe how quickly those five days passed. I also can't believe how long it takes to get to the airport and how early our plane was going to take off. I could feel myself drowse off at the wheel.
My mom left early yesterday so she could set up the house and get everything in order. So it was me and my sleeping brother in the car. I blasted the music so that it would keep me awake. Two Ways to Say Goodbye by Pat Monahan began to play.
Last night I slept in a bed of tears
But I woke up a better man
There's a space in between
Who you want and who I am
And someday baby we'll both understand
Now I could tell you that
You'll be all right
I could hold you
And keep lying
I started to sing along, tapping the steering wheel to the beat.
One way is holding on
One way is being strong
There's two ways to say goodbye
Your tears are made of pride
My tears have all been cried
There's two ways to say goodbye
Today I decided to take the long way home
I figured that the drive would do me good
I finally feel awake for the first time
I better get home to do what's right
That's right
One way is holding on
One way is being strong
There's two ways to say goodbye
Your tears are made of pride
My tears have all been cried
There's two ways to say goodbye
So I won't tell you that
You'll be all right
So please don't ask me to spend the night
Cuz I don't want to hold you
And keep lying
One way is holding on
Oh and I got to be strong
Either way it's goodbye
It's just a matter of time
Your tears are made of pride
My tears have all been cried
There's two ways to say goodbye
Wherever you go I want you to know
There's two ways to say goodbye
Wherever you go I want you to know
There's two ways
Goodbye
Tears began to brim my eyes. I really was going to miss it here even though it was rather boring.
"Mary, could you stop? I am trying to sleep," My brother Neil mumbled, turning to face away from me. Neil wasn't the most popular in school. He would always tell me he didn't have any friends which is surprisingly true. He is my cute little brother, but he could be annoying. He is happy we are moving.
When the songs stopped playing, I turned off my radio and grabbed my Ipod from my purse. I place the headphones into my ears once I found the song I was just previously listening to.
Finally we reached the airport. That was such a ridiculously long drive! I could not wait to board the plane; I love planes and all, but I mainly wanted to fall asleep to my Ipod.
I reached my hand to my brother's sleeping form, rubbing his arm gently, "Neil. We're here. Wake up, sleepyhead."
He mumbled in his sleep and reflexively pushed away from my arm.
"Neil, we don't have time for this," I whispered softly. What time is it anyway? 2:09! We only have twenty-one minutes to get to the plane. There was no way I could wake this kid up in time to get to it. I stepped out of my car, quickly running to my brother's car door.
After unbuckling Neil, I threw him onto my back. Thank god, he was a shortie or this would be more complicated. Now to get the bags! I groaned, this was defiantly not going to be easy.
"Can I see your tickets?" A way-to-cheerful ticket attendant named Judy, according to her name tag, gave me a sympathetic smile. I was carrying three carry-on bags, a little boy on my back, and I was holding our tickets in my mouth. It is not as easy as it may sound.
"Thank you," She slyly took the tickets, and let me pass.
I place my brother in his seat and threw the bags in the compartment over his head before plopping in my own seat. I am exhausted. We made it just in time; 2:29. Now we had an 18 hour flight before we would reach Tokyo.
I looked out the window. This is going to be the last time I would see Pennsylvania for some time. I felt nostalgic tear slide down my cheek. How many times would we move before I graduated? Even though mom said this would be the last time, she said that many times before. I hope this time it would stick. I put my head phones back into my ears, putting my Ipod on shuffle. Kate Alexa's Always There began to play which seemed to rock me to sleep.
Goodbye America…
Well I am currently writing the second chapter so it should be up soon.