Chapter Two: A book.


It's all different. A year ago, while I was in Japan, just suggesting that I was curious to know what this book is about would drive my teacher (and my father) nuts. Instead, he has encouraged me to read all I want and as much as I can, as long as it's in english so I can improve my vocabulary.

I bet that if Tohma-san knew this he would stop sending me japanese books and started sending english ones. But that's not important here. What it's is that I've already read more books in the last few weeks that in my whole life before. I'm glad my dad agreed to let me come here.

And he didn't laughed when I told him, half-jokingly, that I could become a writer. Instead, he smiled and told me that if I truly wanted to be one I should start practicing my language. I had never been happier in my life than when I showed him a short story I wrote and he smiled and told me that I had the potential.

I admire Kitazawa-san a lot, I hope one day I'll be as good teacher as he is. Well, not that I've ever wanted to become a teacher, of course. I just hope that I'll be able to show someone the things and places that he's shown to me, and make someone else feel the way I do. Like an important and intelligent individual, that should be respected no matter the looks or the age.

Back there at the temple all I ever heard were the yelling of my sister, the complaining of my little brother and the expectations of my dad. Here I feel free. There no one took me seriously because the way I look, and because they all think I'm too young to understand. Understand what? They think I'm naive, but I think I'm optimistic.

I don't care about them anymore, I trust in the words Kitazawa sensei told me, that in life all the good stuff must be remembered, while the bad things should be left behind. Well, those weren't his exact words, but it's the meaning what's important, right?

... This book is great.

I feel a bit sorry for my sis and for Tats, because they have no idea what they are missing by not reading these books. And really grateful that, even after no one in my family is a 'reader', I've found my real passion in them.

I'm already finishing this novel, and I can't wait to begin the next one. Kitazawa-san is expecting me at the park so we can discuss the book, so I better start reading again.

Who would've thought that so far from the country I was born I would find a true friend and a new home? And most importantly, who knew that hundreds of new worlds lied behind such a simple thing as a book?


Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or any of it's characters.

A/N: Thanks to HeavenGoddes and Kanilla for reviewing, but specially to Guren, who review almost immediately after I posted this.
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