An American moving van pulled up to the house that had a sign that had been
empty for a year. A Japanese man stepped out of it, while an American woman
walked out of it on the other side.
"Oh I knew it honey," said Mrs. Hicora, "moving from South Dakota to Japan was a perfect idea for the girls to build a better relationship."
"Yeah, those girls act like sworn enemies sometimes." Mr. Hicora said to his wife.
A girl the age of 14 stepped out of the moving van. Her name was Mishima Hicora, the youngest of the Hicora family. She had short red hair that tied into two miniature ponytails, which didn't match but went well with her vibrant green eyes.
Another girl the age of 18 stepped out. Her name was Roxanne Hicora, eldest of the sisters. She had long blue hair that was tied into a single ponytail, and had dark cold eyes that made you turn to ice the first time you met her. She pushed her younger sibling out of the way, saying to her "Out of my way brat!" Mishima paid no attention to her, she just quickly ran into the back of the van to get out her cat, Tiger. "Oh are you ok Tiger?" she asked the orange cat with black stripes. All the cat merely did was meow to be let out; the airplane trip and the 3 hour car ride did a number on him. She released him from the kitty prison, and he jumped on her shoulder and purred with thanks.
"Ugh! I can't believe how close that fleabag is to you Tiger!" Roxanne
shouted.
"I am not a fleabag!" the younger sister replied.
"Whatever!" Roxanne returned to inside the house. Sometimes she could be rude, and the other times she was just plain mean.
Mishima walked inside the house. It was beautiful. She stepped onto the platform where you are supposed to leave your shoes, and her father scolded her "No Mishima. You are to leave your shoes at the edge, it is rude to walk around the house with your shoes on and it disrespects the home and family!"
She sighed. Her father had grown up in Japan, he knew everything. Her mother had lived with him, so she learned too. For some reason, Roxanne's brain must have taken it in. She took off her shoes and put on the slippers for the house, then walked up to Mrs. Hicora.
"Mom, may I go outside a little bit and get used to my surroundings?" she asked
"Why of course dear, who knows, you might meet some new people!" Mrs. Hicora was a pleasant, American woman. She knew how hard it was to adjust to a new place, especially if it was in a different continent. She watched with a smile on her face as her daughter ran down the sidewalk, Tiger on her shoulder, beginning her new adventure.
"Oh I knew it honey," said Mrs. Hicora, "moving from South Dakota to Japan was a perfect idea for the girls to build a better relationship."
"Yeah, those girls act like sworn enemies sometimes." Mr. Hicora said to his wife.
A girl the age of 14 stepped out of the moving van. Her name was Mishima Hicora, the youngest of the Hicora family. She had short red hair that tied into two miniature ponytails, which didn't match but went well with her vibrant green eyes.
Another girl the age of 18 stepped out. Her name was Roxanne Hicora, eldest of the sisters. She had long blue hair that was tied into a single ponytail, and had dark cold eyes that made you turn to ice the first time you met her. She pushed her younger sibling out of the way, saying to her "Out of my way brat!" Mishima paid no attention to her, she just quickly ran into the back of the van to get out her cat, Tiger. "Oh are you ok Tiger?" she asked the orange cat with black stripes. All the cat merely did was meow to be let out; the airplane trip and the 3 hour car ride did a number on him. She released him from the kitty prison, and he jumped on her shoulder and purred with thanks.
"Ugh! I can't believe how close that fleabag is to you Tiger!" Roxanne
shouted.
"I am not a fleabag!" the younger sister replied.
"Whatever!" Roxanne returned to inside the house. Sometimes she could be rude, and the other times she was just plain mean.
Mishima walked inside the house. It was beautiful. She stepped onto the platform where you are supposed to leave your shoes, and her father scolded her "No Mishima. You are to leave your shoes at the edge, it is rude to walk around the house with your shoes on and it disrespects the home and family!"
She sighed. Her father had grown up in Japan, he knew everything. Her mother had lived with him, so she learned too. For some reason, Roxanne's brain must have taken it in. She took off her shoes and put on the slippers for the house, then walked up to Mrs. Hicora.
"Mom, may I go outside a little bit and get used to my surroundings?" she asked
"Why of course dear, who knows, you might meet some new people!" Mrs. Hicora was a pleasant, American woman. She knew how hard it was to adjust to a new place, especially if it was in a different continent. She watched with a smile on her face as her daughter ran down the sidewalk, Tiger on her shoulder, beginning her new adventure.
