I'm not really sure how to tell my brothers and sister that my best friend is a god. Shit, I don't even know how to explain it to myself.
I slide the door of my house open and take off my shoes. It seems that Shana knows what to do because she takes off her shoes too. She wanders around my house, and finally reaching my room.
She looks at my bedroom like it is something new to her, probably because it is. I mean, look at her house. It has a shit ton of furniture, and my room has a cot, a dresser, a desk, and a 2009 computer.
"Wow." She looks at my bed, which isn't really a bed. "It looks like a genuine Japanese house." She twirls around and hits her side on my desk.
"That's because it is." I look at Shana, picking up a form on my desk.
"Chihiro Nushi. 1st year student. Age 14. 4'11." She giggles. "You're short like me." She continues reading. "Black hair. Blue eyes. Japanese." She puts the form down.
"So, now you're interested in my old school?" I go to my dresser and flash a picture of me when I was eight, with my best friends.
"Whoa, you were so tiny!" She takes the picture from my hands. "Who's that one?" She points to a small boy who is on my right side.
"That's Haruki." I point to him with a small nail painted green. "That's Aiku." I point to the girl on my far right.
"So, Haruki and Aiku? It's so-"
"Japanese?" I ask.
Shana laughs and points to a rather tall girl on my left.
"That's Hoshi." I smile, and slide my thumb against her head.
"Was she your best friend?" Shana asks me.
"Yeah." I pick up a pile of pictures of us, and lay them on my "bed".
"You guys are adorable!" She squeals. She stares at a picture in the summer of 2007. "Do you talk to her much?"
"Yeah, through letters."
"Can I write her?"
"She doesn't speak English."
"Yeah, but I can do that romaji stuff, right?"
"That's English letters, baka." I roll my eyes and smile. I hand her a piece of paper and a pencil. "You're writing in hiragana."
"How?"
"Start with Hoshi's name."
"How?"
"Her name goes like this." I direct her hand to make the first stroke. Her hand goes vertically down the paper, and then made an "L" looking thing next to it. Soon, I translated every syllable into hiragana for her to write.
She flashed her paper to me. "How's this?"
"It looks like a six year old wrote this."
"Shut up!" She laughs, and picks up my paper. "Damnit. Why can't I be good at it like you?"
"I've been writing hiragana all my life. Does that answer your question?"
"Kinda."
My little brother and sister are lead inside by Shana's sister.
"Markehs." Aki, my little brother, points to a plastic box upon my desk.
"What did he say?" Shana whispers.
"Markers. He's learning English." I hand my brother the box, and Mae, my sister, steals the box, and runs with it.
"Then how did you learn English?"
"My dad is from England. I always wanted to learn English."
I take an envelope, and stick Shana's letter inside.
A voice squeaks behind me. "Can I write it?"
"Sure." I hand over the envelope, and I turn it vertically. I teach her the strokes, and put the stamps on the front.
"Let's deliver it." I smile, and Shana grins back. I pull a grey zip-up sweatshirt over my baby pink shirt, and pull up my jeans. I lead shana to the back door, when I slide my moccasins on my size 6 feet. Shana follows, putting her hair into a slick ponytail.
"I have the letter." Shana waves the letter, and kicks up a red and black combat boot. I wave to my older brother, relaxing in a hammock by the koi pond. She follows me down the sidewalk and pulls me over when she sees Heather's house.
"Her house is so pretty." I look up at the gigantic building and see a white haired girl, listening to music in a bedroom on the second floor. "Should we get her?" Before I can finish, I'm on a reaper's back. Why the hell does this keep happening?
"There's a ledge there. I'm going for it." I scream. I'm up on the back of a reaper, soaring through the air, and suddenly, looking through Heather's window.
"Hey!" I tap on her window, and she looks us, like she expected more. She laughs and opens the window. She is still in her pajamas, which seem very comfortable.
"Chihiro and Shana, what a surprise."
"We're delivering Asian mail!" I punch Shana in the stomach, and get down from her back, when a football is thrown at Shana.
"What the hell?" Shana screams. She looks out in the hall, at a small boy with wings sprouting out of his back. He is blushing and laughing. Either that, or his face is red from all his laughing.
He opens his eyes, and once he sees Shana, his wings vanish. Now he's blushing.
"What the hell, Devon?" Heather slams the door on her brother.
I hope that's her brother.
Soon we're off, and at the post office. We drop the mail off, and then sit down at a fast food restaurant.
"What does Hoshi mean anyways?" Shana asks me. Heather looks at me blankly, chomping on a hamburger.
"Star." I smile, and we all finish our food.
"I'm pissed." Heather says with a mouth full of hamburger.
"Why?" I ask.
"This has been the best weekend ever, and it's ending."
"I'm pissed." Shana says.
"Why?" I ask.
"My life is a book."
"What book?" Heather asks blankly.
"Shinigami School." She replies with a smirk.
I get it for once.
I'm the human.
And my friends are the monsters.
The five of us form the book.
It's absolutely perfect.