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Prologue.

Why did it always seem to rain here? Since coming over from America, it had not been sunny once! The clouds and sky stayed grey and miserable the whole time they'd been here, a total of one week! One whole freakin' week without sun! The eleven-year-old let out a big huff and tugged her jacket tighter around her body. Why was it so darn cold here?

"Oh, stop whining," her sister chided her.

"I didn't whine," she replied in a dark tone. "I didn't say anything."

"You huffed," her sister pointed out. "That's, like, whining."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Daisy." The young girl directed her eyes out the window, keeping them firmly locked on the sidewalk. They were different; it was so weird and strange. Everything was different in this foreign land. "And even if I do, I think I have a darn right to! Why did we have to move here? A whole different country? Why not just to New York or Florida even? It's sunny all the time in Florida! Have you seen the sun since we got here? Because I haven't!" That felt a little better.

"No, I haven't," Daisy said with a sigh, "but, like, what do you expect? The climate here is way, way, waaaay colder than in America. But hey, guess what?"

"What?" she muttered, propping her elbow up and resting her palm on her cheek.

"There's no tornado season here!" Daisy replied gleefully, hoping her sister would crack even a tiny smile at that.

"Whoopee (!)"

This prompted a big sigh from Daisy. "Misty, could you just stop being so miserable? Whining won't magically, like, transport you back to America. What's so wrong with this country anyway? They speak our language!"

"No, they don't," Misty countered. She began to point all around the car. "They call the windshield a windscreen, an antenna an aerial! They call the trunk a boot, which makes no sense whatsoever, and the hood a bonnet which makes no sense either! And lastly, I should be sitting where you are!"

"This is where the driver sits over here, so get used to it."

"Stop that, Daisy!"

"Stop what, Misty?"

"Stop trying to sound like Mom! You're not Mom!"

"You know, I would need to use more than my fingers and toes to count how many times you've said that to me," Daisy replied calmly. "But could you at least start sounding like yourself again? Everything you're saying sounds like it's from some crappy show for teenagers."

"As long as it annoys you, good."

"It's not annoying me. I just miss you, that's all."

"Please. I'm right here, you know."

"You know what I mean, Misty. Ever since we left America, you haven't been yourself."

"Maybe we should go back to America," Misty suggested in a deadpan tone. Daisy shot her a mildly annoyed look.

"You just haven't settled in here yet. This is a nice village; you'll get to like it."

"I thought all villages over here were supposed to be in the countryside? This is practically a small town!"

"Not all villages over here are rural."

"They're supposed to be."

"Aww, are you disappointed this country isn't living up to its stereotypes?"

Misty just growled lightly, folded her arms and slid down a bit in her seat. She was silent for a while, keeping her eyes locked on the road. Eventually she spoke up. "We're driving on the wrong side, you know…"

Daisy smirked, "I know." She giggled. "I have such an urge to get on over onto the right side of the road."

"Why don't you then? It isn't like the road is exactly busy."

"Oh, and I suppose no one in those houses will be looking outside their windows?"

Misty shrugged. "We can just ignore them."

"The cops won't."

"Who cares about the cops?"

"I do. We've only been here two weeks; I don't wanna get arrested already!" Daisy laughed. "Can you imagine, an American in a prison here? I've heard they're very rough over here."

"Maybe you need toughening up," Misty smirked. "That way, when people get on yours nerves you can just punch 'em."

"And ruin my nails?" Daisy took one hand away from the steering wheels to check her nails were still intact. "I don't think so."

"Even if I did get my nails done, I wouldn't hesitate to punch people."

"Why am I not surprised…? Remember your last boyfriend?"

"You mean my first and only boyfriend," Misty corrected. "I'm staying off boys for a while."

"Ooh, are you being experimental then?" Daisy teased, lightly shoving her sister. "I never knew you were into that kinda thing, Misty."

"Well, depends what the guys are like at my new high school."

"Says the ten-year-old."

"Exactly, I feel too darn young to call myself an high school student."

"You're right! You should be in middle school now, not high school."

"Yeah…"

Daisy drove the car into the driveway, Misty sighing deeply with relief. She swiftly got out of the car and slammed her car door shut. Without waiting for her sister, she stormed into the house – why were houses in this country so much smaller? It was rare to find a house with a porch here, something practically every house had. There wasn't even a basketball hoop in the backyard.

"Hey, did you, like, get one of those thingys then?" asked her sister Violet. She appeared in the kitchen doorway, metal tongs in hand. "For school?"

Misty threw an annoyed look to Violet. "It's called a school uniform, you moron. I don't see why I have to wear it." She kicked her shoes off and flung her jacket onto the arm of the couch. "We didn't in America."

"But they do here," Daisy told her, a reprimanding tone lacing her voice. "So you have to follow their rules."

Misty just groaned, rolling her eyes. "It's not fair. I want to be back in America!"

Like I'm ever going to see it again, though.

A/N: Sorry for not having and R + V characters in this chapter but there will be more next chapter and new characters will be introduced as well so look forward to it

Animes/Misc:

Rosario + Vampire: Tsukune, Moka.

Pokémon: Misty, Daisy, Lily, Violet.

Kämpfer: Natsuru.

Vocaloid: Miku, Luka, Rin, Len, Meiko.

Dragon Ball Z: Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan.

This is what we are using so far but the list will grow once we add more and more.