v.
It's a nice experience, in a way.
America was always so dull. (And so predictable. And so so so toxic.)
This place is littered with green in every corner and though she doesn't care about colors as much, she remembers she used to like the shade. And the general idea she had when she took that first step into Japan was that it was really homely. Warm. Like two arms were welcoming her in with the scent of jasmine and pleasant citrus.
(But then again, how would she know what it felt like to be loved?)
And it's a nice feeling knowing that since it was likely no one knew her here ( - her parents never really gave this country a glance when it came to business deals - ) if she gave them the littlest amount of attention they would likely stop bothering her.
And she would finally be alone.
Easy.
vi.
Her aunt is irrelevant. Her uncle is irrelevant. Her cousins are irrelevant.
Their smiling faces blur together into a pool of indistinguishable shapes and colors until she gives up trying to differentiate everyone.
They end up being blank canvases.
And she can't give herself the motivation to hold enough steady attention to remember their names.
vii.
And then the last few days before school starts start to trickle down the hourglass.
It doesn't take long until she has to think of the reasons why she should get out of bed to wear her irritatingly white and blue blazer and disgustingly short skirt.
She pulls the curtains away from the window. (Her mother always told her to get a tan. She was too pale and looked too sickly and they wouldn't want to be seen as mistreating their only daughter, would they?)
Ah.
The sun hurts her eyes.
viii.
She walks into homeroom with a few more minutes to spare.
Everyone is already in groups and only a few are isolated, but she can already tell they'll all get integrated into one of those circles eventually.
She won't, of course. (People've always thought her disturbing.)
So she gets a random seat at the front and stares at nothing and everything at the same time.
She just wants the day to end.
author's notes:is the formatting messed up?