Annime: Here we go!
Chiro: Annime doesn't own SRMTHFG or anything else belonging to someone else.
Age 8 to 9
Chiro walked into his new apartment with the last box filled with his own belongings. He was hoping this wasn't just a dream he would wake up from.
Just a week ago, they had finally found the orphanage guilty along with the judges that helped them keep their innocents for so long. Chiro had kept telling himself that he should have known.
They had given Chiro the ability of being a legal adult, but in most cases he was still a minor. The only real difference between him and a regular 8 year old was that he could own this new apartment, have a job, pay a certain amount of taxes and utilities, and he didn't have to have a guardian.
Why they gave him this, he did not know.
He looked around the room and it finally hit him. Change was playing the biggest role it ever has in his life, and he has almost no more time to grow up. Yes, adaption was still an option, but something about it irritated him more than ever.
Chiro walked up the stairs to his room and placed the box on his bed. He knew his room and kitchen were probably going to be the only rooms close to being clean. Why, you might ask? Well, the apartment was also going to become his art studio. The living room down stairs would be used for pottery, one of the bedrooms upstairs would be for painting, and the last one would be for drying art pieces. (There are three bedrooms upstairs.)
"Chiro," Hunter's voice called. "We are here!"
Chiro smiled as he quickly left his room and went downstairs.
"Thanks for coming and helping me, guys," Chiro said.
"No problem," Annie replied. Almost the whole gang was there, and Chiro was excited.
"Ok, now it's time to do this," Scott said determinedly.
The gang started putting up really thick white paper everywhere. And I do mean EVERYWHERE. It covered the walls, the carpet floorings, and the ceilings. The only rooms not in this condition were the kitchen and Chiro's room.
"Thanks, guys," Chiro spoke. "I really needed this because the owners of this apartment building don't even want me to REPAINT the walls the SAME color."
Annie chuckled. "No sweat, Chiro. It was no problem."
"Yea," Vanessa said. "And, it was a lot of fun too."
Chiro smiled and waved as his friends left. Once he was alone, he went up to the drying room, which also served as a supply room, and grabbed some paint and easel paper. He set up his easel for the first time in his room and began to paint.
What Chiro didn't know, was, that something even BIGGER in his life would change soon, and he would just have to see to find out.
Annime: There we go!
Chiro: Wait, was that the end?
Annime: Oh, no. It wasn't.
Chiro: Good.
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