I do not own any of Takeshi Konomi's ideas
Life so far
Leena Fei/ Yukimura
Socks, check
Pencils, check
Moldy green gumball Wha-…?
I gingerly hold the repulsive object and "un-purposefully" throw it at the face of my foster family's daughter, Joanne.
She screams bloody murder and starts throwing stuffed toys at me.
Throwing the last of my clothing into the suitcase, I lug it out the door as a decapitated teddy bear hits me in the face.
"OI! Keep that up and I'll tell Shotaro about your journal entries about him!"
My foster sister's limbs suddenly go rigid and a blush creeps onto her face.
"Hmmmm... And then there was also the blog about him... Nah, maybe I should openly tell him about the stalking incident..."
"HEY!"
HONK! HONK!
Scrambling down the rest of the stairs with my suitcase and rounding the corner to the family garage, a black limousine (Shotaro is such a show off) awaits.
"Well, that's my call, I'll invite you over to Japan sometime, my lovesick sister!"
"NO WAY, ITS BETTER IF YOU JUST STAYED IN JAPAN!"
Sticking my head back around the corner, I blow a raspberry at her.
"I Will tell him about though!"
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1am, red-eye flight across the pacific ocean
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
I am surprised that my new dad is so patient on the plane.
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
"Are we there yet?"
"No"
"Are we there yet?"
"How about learning a bit of crash course Japanese before making yourself look like an idiot in Japan?"
Well, he has a point, but it was frustrating with all of the new pronunciations from Chinese characters to Japanese characters. I try and pay attention to his ranting, but sand-man just had to glue my eye-lids together.
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DING!
"Welcome to Japan, we hope you had a pleasurable trip across the pacific and wish you a good day. Please wait for the passenger sign to blink before removing carry-on luggage. Thank you for flying with Japan Air."
Uhgg, everything causes nausea as cold springtime air floods the main cabin.
"Remind me why we had to take a red-eye flight?"
"It was the quickest way-sponsored as well, and besides, your new brother is waiting."
Were brothers like boy cousins? The only memories of my cousins were people
who left me out because I was too little. They pulled my hair and stole my snacks also.
But,
Maybe this time it would just be different, like the older brothers in movies who protected you from bullies and helped you with your homework.
Well, Japan, here I come.
Author's note: sorry for the sucky bit of writing, a little bit of writer's block 3 days into my new account, hopefully it'll rub off soon