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The plane touched down in the early hours of the morning, the sun still hiding behind a thin layer of fluffy white clouds. I yawned, stretching as I tried desperately to rub the sleep from my eyes. My neck was rather stiff given the position I had to sleep in on the plane and each time I moved my arm, even in the slightest it screamed in protest.

Letting out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding I slowly walked toward the baggage claim to collect our things. My father once again absent due to being on the phone. Gritting my teeth I lifted the heaviest suitcase, all the while my arm screamed for me to put it down; every muscle burned as if caught in a scorching fire. I quickened my pace as I scanned the crowd for my fathers jet black hair. He'd mumbled something about waiting by the doors as we went our separate ways once off the plane.

"Father." I yelled, waving my one good arm in the air.

Upon turning my father nodded as he swiftly moved through the busying crowd, picked up two of the four suitcases and lead the way out into the much needed fresh air. The two of us quickly placed our things into a waiting taxi and got inside.

"It sure is busy here." I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"You'll get used to it Em. I know you will."

"If you say so." I replied softly as I bit down on my already sore lip. The taste of sticky sweet copper once again on the tip of my tongue and running down my chin.

"So this is it." I said trying to keep my jaw off the floor, so to speak.

"You like it?" My father asked as he tried to hold back a chuckle.

"It's beautiful bu..." My father held up a hand as if to stop the oncoming question.

"That's for me to worry about." Was all he said in reply.

I always thought it was strange that he knew exactly what I was going to say. It was as if he developed this crazy sixth since after the loss of my mother. He, in a way had been both my mother and father for the past two years after all. I willed myself to take the tiniest of steps forward into the empty place I'd now call home. My feet echoed under the hard wood floor, the sound vibrating off the walls and surrounding boxes. This place was much bigger than our home in Montana.

"Emily." My father said, breaking me out of the many thoughts swirling in my head as well as pulling me back to the present.
"You'll start school next week. In the mean time however I'd like you to help me by unpacking and putting things away."

I nodded in response because in that moment I knew that I'd be doing most of the unpacking on my own. My father had to work, there was no getting around that and it was my responsibility to make sure our new house was in order.

"Why don't you go upstairs and pick out the room you want."

"Alright.' I replied rolling my eyes slightly because I knew that was his way of saying pick a room and start moving your things, the less clutter the better.

As I walked up the staircase my hand ran up the no doubt old but still very beautiful, almost stunning railing. It was clearly dark wood. Perhaps a walnut although I couldn't be sure. To said I'd day dreamed in woods class was an understatement.

As I neared the top of the stairs I was met with a long hallway. At the front of the hallway almost across from the staircase was a medium sized bathroom. Upon first glance I could see that there was not only a bath but a shower as well. This in itself was perplexing in a way, simply because it our old home we only had a bathtub. I shrugged my shoulders, forgetting momentarily about my aching arm and continued down the hall. Stopping at the first open door. My eyes grew wide and I could have sworn I'd heard dozens of harps begin playing in that moment. The room I was starring into was much larger than my old one. I could clearly see a door for what I assumed was a walk in closet. A large window was on the far wall, letting the sun shine through.

"This is absolutely perfect." I whispered as I turned and ran to the edge of the staircase.

"I know what room I want." I yelled down, smiling as I did so.

In such excitement I had somehow gained enough energy to practically run down the stairs, colliding with our boxes in was would soon be our living room. In a matter of seconds I was kneeling in front of an open box, rummaging through it to make sure my belongings were inside. Once I was sure that none of my fathers things were in the box I carried it upstairs and began unpacking.

I spent the following hours organizing my close in the closet, I made sure to put my full length mirror on the wall but frowned when I discovered that I had no light in said closet.

"I'll have to find someone that can fix this." I thought as I placed my hands on my hips.

"Em!"

"Be down in a minute." I yelled as I took one quick glance around my now filled closet. I had it all organized just the way I wanted it. My tank tops were in the very front on the left hand side, followed by my T Shirts, Sweaters and Jackets. On the right in bins were my Shorts, jeans and sweatpants. Finally my various shoes lined the floor of the closet.

"Em someone is at the door." My father yelled.

I sighed making my way down stairs. "Why couldn't you answer the door." I said, my hand on the doorknob.

Upon opening the door I was pleasantly surprised. My eyes sweeping over the two boys standing in my doorway.

"C...Can I help you?" I stammered.

"Hi there. I'm Tai Kamiya and this is my buddy Matt."

"I know this might sound strange but would either of you know how to install a light in a walk in closet?"