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Well, now here's the update you asked me to.
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Have fun!
2.
The day my life got a life was probably my seventh birthday. I was at the court.
Nearly two years ago when my dad gave me the motorbike he told me that he's getting divorced from my mom. I hadn't understand it at first and thus he explained it to me. He ended with: "You can choose where you'd like to stay, Ruka- with mom or with me." There was nothing to consider! I knew where I wanted to life.
After months of fighting there was at last the day- my birthday- when the judge pronounced the judgement.
I was waiting outside the court. Dads best friend was looking after me. It was maybe a month ago when I met him first. He was a Okinawa- jin but he lived since years in Los Angeles. His name was Faia Kaen and I was told that he was a quite famous racing coach and manager in the U.S.- my future home for the next years, because dad was offered a good job in L.A. I didn't mind moving as I never was feeling anywhere at home.
I remember playing trapping with Kaen- san when my dad came out of the great front doors of the court. The smile on his face was the brightest I've ever sawn. I ran to him, he lifted me up and then spun me around. There was no need of words but I knew what he would have said: "We're free, Ruka!"
Only a few days later our belongings and of course the both of us plus Kaen- san were flying to America. Destination: Los Angeles!
Dad and I moved into a huge appartment near the city center. It was in the 60th floor and if there wasn't too much smog I was able to see the Pacific in the distance.
Unfortunately I had to attend Los Angeles Elementary School only one week later. I do not remember my time there very well but the first day was etched into my brain.
I was sitting in the office of Mr. Johnson- the headmaster- and wasn't very well listening to his boring speech about rules and all the other stuff. The only thing of this meeting with him I knew exactly was my joy when he always addressed me as a boy even he was completly aware that I was a girl- he had of course my dossier.
My hair was still short at this time and the older I got the more my features got masculin. But I never mind! Additionally there were no uniforms at my new school, which ment I could wear jeans and shirts and wasn't made to put those silly girl uniform on.
After Mr. Johnson was ready with his speech he guided me to my new classroom and introduced me to my teacher Miss Peters and the class.
"Why don't you introduce yourself, Haruka?", she suggested. It felt strange that somebody completly strange called me with my first name- that wasn't common in Japan. But I learned during the two years I was teached English that it was normal in other countries. Nevertheless it felt strange!
Well, I do not know if Miss Peterson was aware that I was a boy or a girl ...
Finally I introduced myself to the class. My English had a hearable accent.
"My name is Tenou Haruka and I'm from Tokyo, Japan." I was never a girl of many words.
"A Chink!", called a boy in the first row and pointed at me. It took me only seconds to have his collar in my hands and to lift him up.
"Call me this again and you moan for your death!", I whispered dangerously with my husky voice. The wimp was looking at me with eyes full of fear- that felt somehow good!
But in the next moment the principal pulled me back.
"Stop it, guys!", I heard Miss Petersons voice.
I think she and Johnson were already thinking about the future things I would do. Miss Peterson held both of us a boring wigging. I really had to suppress a yawning!
Well, after hours she was ready- I think Johnson had already left- she told me to sit down next to a girl in the last row. She was smaller than I and her hobby was talking- all the time. I found out that her name was Mary- but everything else got lost in her non stop talking. The best about Mary was that she was never sure whether I was a boy or a girl- and I never told. I have never told anyone of my classmates. Whether they assumed it or not.
The best thing about my first school day at the new school were the games lessons. My teacher was Marc Key and he had the strange habbit that he wanted us to call him Marc. I've never called a teacher of mine with his first name. Thus I decided to call him Marc- sensai- that was at least a bit more comfortable.
Immediately in the first lesson I got again into trouble with the guy from earlier. He wanted revange and thought he could take me by surprise. But he was wrong! I heard him coming from behind and as I felt a gross hand on my shoulder I spun around.
Thanks God for my fights with the guys in Japan!
Well, there isn't much to tell about our little fight- only that he made a really good aquaintance with my fist! The result was I broke him his nose and he came into hospital for a few days.
I expected a lot of trouble with Marc- sensai but he only called me to him after school ended and asked me to stay at the track. He wanted me to run five rounds around it and I did it because I never minded running. I think during the games lessons when we were supposed to run he saw how much fun it was to me. How I tried to catch the wind ...
But I didn't understand why he chose something that was fun for me as a punishment!
"Why did you do that?", I asked after finishing my rounds.
"I saw you running during todays lesson and I've never seen such a good runner. Accept it as your punishment that I'll train you for this year."
I believe my jaw was somewhere near the ground when I heard that. No teacher ever did something like that to me!
"Why ...?", I was stammering. Tenou Haruka lost for the first time in her life her speech.
"Accept it", he told me.
"Hai ..."
That's how I came to athletics! Marc- sensai trained me for the next few years I was in primary school and I won the one or another cup during this time. But I didn't run because I wanted to win all those things. I did it only to become a little more like the wind. Only then I have the feeling to be "complete". I never ran or raced because of cups or fun. I did it because of the wind- because of this feeling ...
Everytime I run or race I have only one aim: not winning but to become the wind. That's my only aim!
