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Dear Diary,

I can't believe my mother, Shima, is leaving me at a private boarding school, twenty hours away in the mountains of Mount Ishikari, to go on a luxurious honeymoon with her new husband, Kisuke. A man she had only met last year when she took me on a very rare vacation to the beach. That first night they met on the boardwalk, he basically swept mom off her feet, and they fell in love that same night.

Kisuke is a nice man, kind, has a charming personality, and provided me with a bunch of things my deadbeat father never could do; clothing you would not believe that every girly-girl dream of owning in their closet, or in my case, every punk girl dreams of owning. He even bought me a Toyota Supra sports car in the color maroon that I was just learning how to drive, a better smartphone, a beautiful home on the upper east side of the city, with a bedroom of my very own, including my own bathroom, and much more. But part of me does miss the life I had before mom fell in love again. I didn't care that we were poor and lived on the lower income side of Tokyo. Yes, kids made fun of me for shopping at the local thrift store for clothes, but to me that was heaven. It made me who I am now. Mom and I would always have fun turning old things into new things. That was what winning the lottery felt like to me. I'm also happy mom found someone who truly loves her and brings happiness into her eyes each and every day. She deserves it for how horrible dad treated her.

Last week, over dinner at home, I was informed that I would be attending a brand-new school, a private high school for boys and girls, for upscale families. Family's that I know raised spoiled and snobby ass brats who think their family is better than others. I was deeply hurt with the news that I wouldn't be able to stay in the house I have been living in for close to a year. I literally cried, which is something I rarely did. I am not the type of person who shows their emotions in front of others. I'm the type that hides and releases what is built up inside in my room.

Mom and Kisuke tried to comfort me, telling me that it will be fun, exciting, and I will find a bunch of things to do while I was away at school. What is there to do at a private boarding school in the mountains of Japan? Nothing! Absolutely fucking nothing! Google showed me nothing about the school I will be attending at all. It's like this school was brand new and they weren't ready to release the details about it until sometime in the future. But from what Kisuke told me, this school has been around for close to a hundred years. Which doesn't make any sense to me at all. If they have been around for that long, then there should be articles about it on the internet.

As I write this being on the road right now, I know I will one-hundred percent hate every minute I am in this hell hole of a school. I will do my schoolwork, but I will refuse to make any friends from start to finish. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will change my mind on how I feel about this, and no one will change my mind to see things in a different light.

Rin