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Chapter 2: Moving…
It was dark out by the time my parents got home looking tired and weary as they always did after having a press conference about me. And this one did not help in their moods. Once they walked right through the door they didn't even bother giving me a friendly 'hello'. They only walked into their room, closing it behind them before coming out an hour later with five fully packed bags ready to be set on the plane that morning. And by that time, I had already passed on the couch. The only way I knew it was them by my father placing a delicate kiss on my forehead, and my mother draping what felt like a blanket over me before walking off, there silent whispers trailing behind them. After that, I completely blacked out, getting ready for the tiring flight back to my homeland, Japan.
~The next day~ (A/N: Skipping the whole flight scene since I have never been on a plane. So…yeah. Mia, or should I saw Tony now, is in Japan. On with the story!)
I sighed silently to myself, pulling off my hoodie with annoyance. It was hot here, the humidity gripping at my skin and making small drops of beaded sweat on my brow. My newly cut and dyed hair was clinging to my neck and I kept running my fingers through the soft, messy locks as the cab drove us to our new home. I couldn't wait for this. I was finally happy to be gone from that life. I had loved being an artist, sure, but people always say fame comes at a price and I had learned that price. Hard. But I had learned.
I touched the left side of my torso lightly. That feeling was gone. The constant pain that throbbed through my chest disappeared, leaving behind a fresh feeling. One that showed that I could-would-change everything in my life for the better and never return to that old life full of hurt and sorrow. I felt new. Almost like I had been given another chance at life. And I was gladly going to take this new life with welcomed arms-even if it meant being a boy and now a girl. Even if it meant changing my ways. Even if it meant getting rid of Mia and welcoming Tony. Even if this all meant that now I was lying to everyone I loved and my new friends I will eventually make here in Japan. I will throw that all away for another chance at life. Always and forever I would. No matter what it meant I had to give up. As long as I could get another chance.
"Mi-Tony? Are you coming dear?" My mother's voice broke through my thoughts. I turned, looking at her to see that she and my father now stood outside of the cab, the door held open and bags in their hands.
I blinked, looking around quickly, noticing the irritated face of the taxi driver and the amused faces of my parents.
"Ah! Sorry sorry! I'm coming!" I hopped out of the open door, landing on the sidewalk swiftly and watching as the taxi drove off after my father shut the door.
"Tony," My father warned, walking up through the gate of our new home.
"Sorry dad."
My mother chuckled at me, following my father through the white picket fence. "Welcome to our new home Tony." I smiled to myself, jogging up the steps and through our new door, walking through the hallway that was bare save for some lemony colored paint and a wooden floor. We slipped our shoes off, walking through the house in bare feet. We walked into what looked like the kitchen since there were wooden cabinets placed all over the walls. My parents stood there, talking about how to style the kitchen as I walked out, my socked feet making no noise.
I walked over to the lovely wooden stairs and walked up them. There were three doors to my left and two to my right. I opened up the first one on the left and noticed it was a closet due to the fact that it had shelves placed on it. Shutting the door slightly, I walked on, opening the next door on the left, opening it to a bathroom. Shutting that, I turned around and opened the first door on the right, walking into a small room that my parents might use as a guests room.
I shut that one, walking on to the next door and opening a much larger room. My parent's room since it was the master bedroom. Then that should mean that the last door, on my left, would be my room. I opened the door, walking right in to the medium size room, looking around at the pink walls and wooden floor. I was going to have to change this around if I was to keep up my guy image.
"Mia? Where are you dear?" My mother's voice called up to me.
"In the third room on the left mom!" I called down, opening a closet door. My mom walked in, placing down two bags. "Here are the bags with your brothers closed in it. Tomorrow we will go shopping for some cloths and paint for you. But right now your father and I are going to do some grocery shopping. The moving van from the airport should be here within an hour. Please be nice and give them a tip. We'll be back soon." My mother kissed my forehead before leaving. I heard the door shut softly behind them and I was engulfed in silence.
I sighed, picking up both of the bags and dragging them to the center of the room, zipping one open to find my brothers cloths and a few books. I picked up a booked called Kira Kira and walked out of the room, going downstairs and out the door. I climbed the tree in the front yard, placing myself down lightly, opening up the book and starting to read. Japan is such a quiet life. I could get used to it.
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