Chapter III: Life's about to change

Sara was staring out of her hotel room. Today is the day. She sighed. She would have much rather lived by herself, in her own

apartment so she could do things her way; drink her life away when she felt like it, study when she had to and went for a drive at any

hour if her heart told her so. The last thought made a smile appear on her face. That's a thing of the past. Her uncle had managed to

lock her up in a house full of doctors, or nerds, as she would have qualified such academically oriented people. No doubt about it in her

mind, those people will make her study until her brain would shut down. She started talking to her dog.

Sara: Oh Mafia! The most I ever studied for was about for 15 minutes and my averages are of 80 and more!

Dr. Rinaldi: Imagine if you had actually studied seriously.

Sara hadn't heard her uncle creep behind her like that. When she turned around, he was leaning against the door frame.

Sara: Zio! You scared the life out of me!

Dr. Rinaldi: I'm serious. I know just how smart and brilliant you are. To be a lawyer, you must study very hard. I know the Takahashis will make sure of that.

Sara sighed. Traitor! The reason she was freaking even more than the never ending studying sessions was the "Rotary Brothers". She

knew about them and what they did. She also knew about "Akina's 86". Their reputations had made it all the way to Canada and her and

her friend Joyce would often read the results and statistics on their website. Bait… I must check my every word and action.

She looked at her uncle again. He was leaving that very same night to go back to Italy and she knew that in a couple of hours she would

be under Dr. Takahashi's responsibility. At least, I'll still have my little Mafia. A smile appeared on her face again. Mafia was this

little 2 year old fawn pug. Sara thought that her pooch was special because it had remained so tiny. She had adopted the pug the summer

after her dad passed away. When that tragedy occurred, her mother was drowning herself in work, so she would not think of her

husband. Even though there was already a dog in the house, she still bought her small creature so she'd feel less lonely. Her and Mafia

became partner in crime. You could not see one without the other one being nearby.

Sara also thought of how thankful she was to her uncle. I'm lucky zio had my car imported here. I'd go nuts otherwise. Her uncle knew

she'd need a car and instead of buying her one in Japan, he just spent a shit load of money to import Sara's "Baby". I'll be like the only

person driving a Japanese car with the steering on the left here. The thought made her chuckle. In North America, the coolest thing

was to have an import tuner with the steering on the right soothe car would be different. And there she was in Japan, with a domestic

car with the steering on the left. Hysterical.

Sara: Zio, are you sure you don't want a ride to the airport?

Dr. Rinaldi: I won't need one, but thank you for the offer. If I were you, I'd start heading to your "home". I told the Takahashi's you'd be there before diner.

With sadness on her face, Sara hugged her uncle very tight for a few minutes. She was sad to be split from him. She was about to cry

when he broke the embrace, but didn't let a single tear drop.

Sara: I'll miss you a lot zio. Have a good trip home.

Dr. Rinaldi: Bye Sara. Good luck for school and make me and your mother proud of you.

She nodded a "yes" and put her dog in her crate. She then picked up her two suit cases while her uncle grabbed her laptop and the crate.

They went to the parking lot where Sara and her uncle put everything in her car: a gunmetal debagged 1999 WRX sti version 5. Sara

Hugged her uncle one last time and took off.

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