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Curtain Rises.
The Kite Runner.
Chapter two.
Christmas at Keio had always been a huge affair. Every house, every quarter would be lit up with fairy lights in a thousand different colors, People could be seen outdoors at the oddest of hours and won't be questioned. The air fills up with cheer and though Keio has one of the coldest winters across the globe, the town is flocked with tourists and visitors.
There was no snow yet, but it was starting to get really cold. I pulled into the garage as mom hopped out of the front door.
"Amaya! Sweetie! It's so nice to see you," she exclaimed, pulling Amaya into a tight hug and secretly, I pitied her as my mom could sometimes go way overboard.
I pulled out her bag from the trunk and nearly fell over.
"Gosh, Kid, what have you got in here?" I asked, surprised.
She grinned at me, "Books."
Mom had cleaned up and prepared the attic bedroom for her. The walls were colored yellow, to bring in a little sunshine, she had said, Not that there is much "sunshine" in Keio.
"Do you like yellow?" I asked Amaya as I dragged the heavy bag upstairs.
"Yellow is fine." She replied already in her room, probably bouncing on the bed in a typical ten-year-old way.
But she was not. Bouncing, I mean. Instead, she stood at the window, gazing at the murky, gray clouds that were rolling in.
"It's going to rain." She announced.
"Doesn't it rain in Okinawa?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
Amaya nodded, not catching the sarcasm, "A couple of times a year."
"I wonder how that must be like." I mumbled, not as uninterested as before.
"Sunny." She stated, laughing a little.
"You don't like the rain." She said after a while. That wasn't a question.
"Or the snow." I agreed.
"Then why do you live here?" her voice was curious, but not in an appalling way.
"Mom wasn't happy where we used to live earlier," I said, picking my words carefully, preferring not to go into details, "So we moved."
"But now you're unhappy." She said. It wasn't a question either.
"No, I am happy." I mumbled, sounding more confident than I felt.
She didn't push the subject, so I flipped open one of the books she had brought. The catcher in the rye, by J.D. Salinger. Coincidence can be so cruel sometimes.
Curtain Drops.
A/N: yes, this is going to be based a little off "The Catcher in the Rye", which I do not own, by the way. Thanks for reading!
Special thanks to Kichimairi for the review, yes, the summary is from Despicable me. I just happened to be watching it the day I wrote this. here's a cookie for the review~ (::)