Prologue
My name's Takahashi, Kijo, and no, Kijo's not short for anything and it's not a common name for Japanese girls since it actually means 'she-devil' or something along the lines of that in my native language, don't ask me why my parents named me that 'cause they're dead. It's really the reason why I go by my English name, Krislin, even in a country where people don't understand that much English. I'm five feet seven or eight inches tall, with light shoulder length brown hair streaked with pale gold, almost chin length bangs, really dark green eyes (not the usual green which is actually light, mine's the same color as emerald green, wierd huh?), and I'm pale considering the fact that I'm a nature person so I spend some of my time outside, to be precise, I only go home when I need to.
I'm currently fourteen years old, my birthday's on Semptember 11. It must be bad luck that my birthday's on the exact same day as the attack on the twin towers in the U.S. though I moved to Japan just a few weeks before it. My birthday kind of got forgotten because of the attack in the U.S. 'and' the Moon Festival here. Not many people were in the festive mood anyway. I didn't mind that no one remembered my birthday since that gave me a whole day that I could spend alone to explore the city and such. That's three years ago and I found out that bad luck kept on following me because people 'remembered' my birthday. I didn't want attention drawn to myself. I hated being noticed. But I guess I wasn't being 'too' obvious about it (I'm being ironic if no one has found out yet).
I live in Tokyo with my grandpa in a house that would actually fit easily into the Meiji Era, which is some centuries back. So yeah, we live in an old fashioned house, but it's much bigger and there are like about one hundred rooms. It's even got a wooded area surrounded three forths of it where you can come and relax without anyone bothering you. The only thing I find that I could do with out are the people occupying some of the rooms (in a way, my grandpa kind of runs an apartment complex where people pay him rent and things like that), and the fact that once you enter our house, it's like you're traveling back to the olden times of Japan without a few rules. We wear kimonos, dress old fashion, and do some things by hand that have modern day technology to take care of. We even follow old traditions (with alot of exceptions like the part where I'm at marriage age and have to find a husband, not in a million years).
Although I live half of my life in the old days of Japan, I'm pretty much caught up to the twenty first century as are all of the others who live with me. The only fault I find myself of is my temper. I'm calm, the most calm person and withdrawn person you can find around but once I snap.....I heard Chihiko (one of the people living with me who's a really sweet lady) comment that my name fits me perfectly if you only count my temper. And I overheard one of my classmates say that I make conversation as much as a boulder does. If you've just met me and you don't know me that well (which only a select few do) then it's true but the people who do, would say that it's an all out lie.
This whole story is about an experience that I had that I felt I should write down. I keep a journal and since I have a very good memory this story should be almost exactly what happened. The only abnormal thing about this is that my journal is a mental one. I jot down everything that happens and I find that I can go back to it later and still read over what I 'wrote' down. So yeah, I'm wierd too, but who said that everyone was perfect? Ha, exactly, no one....unless they're a robot but that's another story completely.
My name's Takahashi, Kijo, and no, Kijo's not short for anything and it's not a common name for Japanese girls since it actually means 'she-devil' or something along the lines of that in my native language, don't ask me why my parents named me that 'cause they're dead. It's really the reason why I go by my English name, Krislin, even in a country where people don't understand that much English. I'm five feet seven or eight inches tall, with light shoulder length brown hair streaked with pale gold, almost chin length bangs, really dark green eyes (not the usual green which is actually light, mine's the same color as emerald green, wierd huh?), and I'm pale considering the fact that I'm a nature person so I spend some of my time outside, to be precise, I only go home when I need to.
I'm currently fourteen years old, my birthday's on Semptember 11. It must be bad luck that my birthday's on the exact same day as the attack on the twin towers in the U.S. though I moved to Japan just a few weeks before it. My birthday kind of got forgotten because of the attack in the U.S. 'and' the Moon Festival here. Not many people were in the festive mood anyway. I didn't mind that no one remembered my birthday since that gave me a whole day that I could spend alone to explore the city and such. That's three years ago and I found out that bad luck kept on following me because people 'remembered' my birthday. I didn't want attention drawn to myself. I hated being noticed. But I guess I wasn't being 'too' obvious about it (I'm being ironic if no one has found out yet).
I live in Tokyo with my grandpa in a house that would actually fit easily into the Meiji Era, which is some centuries back. So yeah, we live in an old fashioned house, but it's much bigger and there are like about one hundred rooms. It's even got a wooded area surrounded three forths of it where you can come and relax without anyone bothering you. The only thing I find that I could do with out are the people occupying some of the rooms (in a way, my grandpa kind of runs an apartment complex where people pay him rent and things like that), and the fact that once you enter our house, it's like you're traveling back to the olden times of Japan without a few rules. We wear kimonos, dress old fashion, and do some things by hand that have modern day technology to take care of. We even follow old traditions (with alot of exceptions like the part where I'm at marriage age and have to find a husband, not in a million years).
Although I live half of my life in the old days of Japan, I'm pretty much caught up to the twenty first century as are all of the others who live with me. The only fault I find myself of is my temper. I'm calm, the most calm person and withdrawn person you can find around but once I snap.....I heard Chihiko (one of the people living with me who's a really sweet lady) comment that my name fits me perfectly if you only count my temper. And I overheard one of my classmates say that I make conversation as much as a boulder does. If you've just met me and you don't know me that well (which only a select few do) then it's true but the people who do, would say that it's an all out lie.
This whole story is about an experience that I had that I felt I should write down. I keep a journal and since I have a very good memory this story should be almost exactly what happened. The only abnormal thing about this is that my journal is a mental one. I jot down everything that happens and I find that I can go back to it later and still read over what I 'wrote' down. So yeah, I'm wierd too, but who said that everyone was perfect? Ha, exactly, no one....unless they're a robot but that's another story completely.