Authors Note:

Thanks to everyone who has read my story so far! I know its probably a little annoying that the story doesnt take place in Japan, but I just wanted to try something a little different. Anyways, this chapter is pretty boring. Its alot of detail about the new house, which is necessary… so dont skip it!

Enjoy as much as possible (:

We arrive two days later at about three. We left our hotel at about three this morning, and surprisingly I'm not tired at all. We pull into a suburban neighborhood that is, honestly, very cute. Its got white sidewalks on both sides of the street, a maple tree beside all the mailboxes and in the front yards, beautiful flowerbeds along the fronts of the houses, and luscious green lawns, all cut to perfection.

The houses are all two stories, and most of them are brick. Some are a whiter brick, some darker, and some are just red brick. The roofings are all a dark shingle, and the windows all look so nice. Every single one has a decent front porch and most have some sort of chair or swing. And since its late september, most people are enjoying the afternoon on their porch swings drinking what looks like lemonade.

We pull into a house twenty houses down on the right from the front entrance, which is one of the bigger houses on the block. Its white brick contrasts well with the dark shingles of the roof, and has a huge tree in the front yard, bigger than any of the others.

I get out of the car and meet my family at the front steps.

"Ready?" My mom asks.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I reply. Then she unlocks and opens the door.

Inside there is a room to the right and left. The one on the right has glass doors and looks to be an office area, with two mahogany desks and bookcases. The one on the left as no door, and is a dining room. Its painted red and has a long dark table that seats eight.

It flows into an open kitchen with a bar on the outside and an island in the middle. There's a little kitchen table and a living room to the right. to complete the loop, there is a master bedroom for her mother.

At the end there is a big staircase that leads upstairs. It flows right into what seems to be a big bonus room with huge windows on the south wall. There are two doors on each side of the room which each lead into a is regular size with a separate bathroom, and one is bigger with a balcony and connected bathroom. After a little argument, its decided that I will get the bigger bedroom and Sota can get the smaller one.

There's also a basement with a full kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and door to the backyard.

"Whoa…" I say as I step into my room for the first time. Theres a huge walk in closet on my west wall, and the bed has on the east wall. My bookshelf is in the corner by my closet, and my huge reading chair beside it. On the south wall there was a huge balcony, which opened up over the back porch about 10 feet.

The room is a pale purple with white and yellow accents everywhere. Very vintage…

The bed is white iron, and the bedspread is a pale yellow and white combo, woven in together in intricate designs. It has about 10 pillows on it, all varying in colors and shades of white, yellow, and purple. Honestly, its very much my style.

My bathroom is… well… huge. Its got a bathtub and separate shower, which is all glass, and a toilet. There is some built in closets for towels and such, and a big countertop and mirror stretching from both ends of the room. Everything is white, and the walls are painted a pale blue. My favorite part, however, is probably the window by the bathtub; it lets in so much light.

Maybe moving wasn't such a bad idea.

After unpacking, I throw on some black nike running shorts, a white tanktop, and some tennis shoes. I then french braid my hair down my back and head down stairs.

"I'm going for a run!" I yell as I head out the door.

"Ok honey! Love you!" Mom yells, but I hardly hear it. I'm already turning left out of the driveway.

Ok, so this was a very boring chapter…. boring, but necessary. I am like, a vintage freak. I love it so much. And like, pastel/pale colors are my favorite! But I promise, more dialogue and rising action is soon to come! Please review 3

-Arabela James