Chapter Seven – Nihon
He descended the long flight of stairs, leading to the Japanese pavement, in Japan.
Stephen marveled at the sight of the stunning scenery.
"Wow, much better than Selma." He said.
He took in a lungful of clean air, as he sighed with relief.
Stephen was then escorted to the lobby of the Japanese airport by guards, along with the other passengers of the plane.
Once inside the air – conditioned room, he relieved himself of his heavy bag, dropping it in front of him. He had been charging his phone, so it was at 100%.
Stephen reached into the clutter he had been forced to bring, from his mother, and Alicia.
"There," he said to himself, retrieving a map. "Okay, so, they said I would be living with the Brown family, another American family who decided to move here." He looked around; he had been sent photos from the Brown family so he could identify them. One, containing a pretty girl, about his age, who had presumably been running, since she, in the photo, was wearing black leggings and a much – too – large sweater.
He had kept that one for later, *wink wink*.
Stephen grabbed his luggage and began walking to the main seating area in the large room.
He sat down, unlocking his phone so he could look 'cool,' even though he was shaking inside.
"Is that him?" He heard someone say; he looked up.
"Hi Tom!" he saw two people hug, speaking in English. Wrong person.
He waited another ten minutes, then it turned into fifteen, then twenty.
He was now really nervous.
"What if they forgot?" he glanced around the room, scanning the area, "Oh God, I'm acting like Connor Reeves." Then, he noticed someone running at him from behind.
"What are you -?"
"Hi!" The girl blurted.
He turned around in his seat to face her. Behind the girl was a family, "Are you, perhaps, the Brown family?" He asked, noticing the, um, legs.
"Yes!" She said happily.
The car drive home was long, not because it was boring, just, Stephen was always quiet around strangers; especially girls, since Alicia normally wouldn't let him be with another person of the opposite sex; which is why they hadn't told her that he would be staying with one.
"You're going to love it here! When we first came, I was nervous too, but then I became accustomed to it; I still can't believe I can speak English!" Said Emily Brown, as she chuckled at her own joke.
Stephen looked over at her brother, Ryan Brown, who just shrugged, and mouthed 'She gets liked this.'
"This will be your bedroom," She led him into a pretty spacious room, already furnished with a desk, lamp, bed, posters and writing utensils, along with stacks of papers on the side.
"I had heard from your mom that you're quite the writer." She said.
"Well, yeah," he scratched the back of his neck, "But I prefer to type – but thanks! It'll take me back to my elementary school days." He looked on past her at the thought.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Hear what?"
"Nothing, anyways, let me show you around the house more."
The house looked like something out of the American Colonial Era, as if they were in the gentry class, but with modern styles. The house was also large and spacious, it had many rooms and boasted several antique western designs.
"Wow, this is something; you wouldn't happen to be rich or anything, right?"
She froze, halfway down the steps, "U - um, no. No, why would you think that?"
Camera pans around million – dollar home.
. . .
"No, we're just at the top of the middle class, now come on!" Emily hurried down the stairs.
She continued showing him around the house, but she was often very aware of what she was saying.
She would stop speaking once she was about to brag about an expensive kitchen item or extravagant mantelpiece.
What is she hiding?
Author's Note:
Kudos!
How are you beautiful people? Me; I feel like sh*t, but I want to continue making good stories for you all.
Just, remember, I have school as well .
Anyways, I'll you all in the next chapter! Until next time,
mate ne!