My Life

Old Fiat

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Existence Thirty-Three: Minami

Most people start their essay with a thing about their family, right? I looked through some of these, they usually do. But I can't do that—I don't have a family.

I used to—I think—have one. I kind of remember my dad and mum. It's a faded picture though. I remember my mum having long, sleek brown hair and those big 80s glasses and dad having thick black hair and tan skin, and they smiled a lot. But that's it. All I have left is a photograph of them. It torn and a little burnt, but they gave it too me when I was 5.

'They' being the orphanage people. I've been in St. Jullian's Orphanage (of Tokyo) as long as I can remember. I've always been here. I used to hope that I would be adopted, all my friends were. But no matter how many times people walked around the halls-- no matter how many times I stood tall and smiled at the pairs of grown-ups walking around. I wasn't chosen. I wanted to be chosen.

Fortunately, that is all behind me now. I have been adopted. Three months ago I finally got to move in with my new mum and dad. They're a young couple who moved here from Wiltshire in England. Mum is 28 and designs boats. She is petite and has ginger hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. Dad is 30 and used to be a male model. He is tall with dark hair (that kind of looks like mine, funnily enough), blue eyes, and very pale skin.

My new parents are great, they're everything I've ever wanted and more. I just wish that I was a blood relation to them. They adopted me because they thought that they couldn't have a child but they really wanted one. I think it was really good of them to adopt me. I'm a teenager so it'd be rare for the adoption agency to find me some parents who want a teenager. But I was adopted.

Actually, when I found out I was at school (tennis practice). The headmistress of the orphanage called me through Banda-sensei's phone. It was totally dead embarrassing because, (a) I practically fainted, and (b) I wet myself. So humiliating.

Anyway… After they adopted me, mum (my new mum) found out she was pregnant so I'm going to have a little brother. We all can't wait.

Okay, enough about family, more about friends.

The orphanage used to send the students to this creepy, sort of run-down Junior-Senior High, but then someone started making huge contributions and they switched to Yamabuki. I arrived there in the middle of the second semester. The first person I met was Sengoku Kiyosumi. He and I were in the same class in seventh grade and he was the one the teacher assigned to show me around the school.

Sengoku's nice, but he's a little girl-crazy. It's mainly because of this medicine he has to take because he has an eating disorder or something. He makes jokes about it though. "At least I won't be accused of being gay, like Muromachi! Luck-y!"

Sengoku is lucky. He's also got me out of a tight spot here and there with things like the tennis club monthly sleepover.

I guess I'm kind of lucky too. Maybe it rubbed off…

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Yay! I wrote this all in less than a day! Whoop! Go me!!!! This will be my THIRD fanfic update today! Yay!

-Old Fiat S. Italy

By-the-way, OFnFR helped out too. Thank you!

Next chapter is Atobe.