Post by Emi Hitokata on May 12, 2009 8:30:43 GMT -5
ooc: Replies will be slow, so please bear with me. Sorry about bad post quality. >.< Feel free to join in.
She had never thought of considering America as her home. Since she was born and raised in Japan and held Japanese citizenship, she pretty much assumed that she was fully Japanese. However, her chest ached during her two-week stay in Japan. She soon realized that the ache had to do with homesickness. Homesickness for a country that she had only lived in for less than four months.
~Two weeks earlier~
She woke up to find her father shaking her awake with one hand while the other was clinging to the telephone. The sky was still dark blue outside, and she raised her eyebrows, sensing that something was out of place. Her father looked haggard, and his eyes were red--from crying, she realized. He hesitated before telling the bad news; her aunt had passed away from a heart attack.
Four hours later, they were in the car, heading towards the airport. She and her brothers were still tired, so they dozed off during the car ride. However, she managed to send a quick text message to her boyfriend before boarding the place. It was concise, saying that she was returning to Japan. She had no idea that he would take the message the wrong way and assume that she was leaving him.
It was only halfway during her stay that she realized her mistake, but there were other things that she had to worry about. She had to sit through a long Japanese-style funeral and mourn her aunt's death. Her mother had left her when she was a baby, and the women that had felt like a replacement mother was also gone. Halfway through the service, hot tears began to pour down her cheeks.
The rest of her stay was spent at the house where she stared at the TV, having nothing to do. Her body ached, and there was a large hole in her chest caused by the loss of her aunt. Worried about her condition, relatives crowded around her, trying to tempt the girl with shopping trips or her favorite dishes. Her father even suggested that she spend the rest of her high school life in Japan. However, something drew her back to America.
Two weeks later, she walked down the halls of Moral Crest, a large pile of books in her arms. School had ended by the time she had arrived, but she only showed up to collect all the assignments she had to make up. Her sleeping schedule was messed up, and she felt drowsy even though it was still light outside. Too exhausted to even bother, she showed up to school in sweats--something she would never do if she wasn't so tired.
Suddenly, she bumped against something hard, and the books in her arms fell to the ground.
"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, her right hand reaching up to rub her eyes. She let out a loud yawn before getting on her knees to pick up the books scattered on the floor.
She had never thought of considering America as her home. Since she was born and raised in Japan and held Japanese citizenship, she pretty much assumed that she was fully Japanese. However, her chest ached during her two-week stay in Japan. She soon realized that the ache had to do with homesickness. Homesickness for a country that she had only lived in for less than four months.
~Two weeks earlier~
She woke up to find her father shaking her awake with one hand while the other was clinging to the telephone. The sky was still dark blue outside, and she raised her eyebrows, sensing that something was out of place. Her father looked haggard, and his eyes were red--from crying, she realized. He hesitated before telling the bad news; her aunt had passed away from a heart attack.
Four hours later, they were in the car, heading towards the airport. She and her brothers were still tired, so they dozed off during the car ride. However, she managed to send a quick text message to her boyfriend before boarding the place. It was concise, saying that she was returning to Japan. She had no idea that he would take the message the wrong way and assume that she was leaving him.
It was only halfway during her stay that she realized her mistake, but there were other things that she had to worry about. She had to sit through a long Japanese-style funeral and mourn her aunt's death. Her mother had left her when she was a baby, and the women that had felt like a replacement mother was also gone. Halfway through the service, hot tears began to pour down her cheeks.
The rest of her stay was spent at the house where she stared at the TV, having nothing to do. Her body ached, and there was a large hole in her chest caused by the loss of her aunt. Worried about her condition, relatives crowded around her, trying to tempt the girl with shopping trips or her favorite dishes. Her father even suggested that she spend the rest of her high school life in Japan. However, something drew her back to America.
Two weeks later, she walked down the halls of Moral Crest, a large pile of books in her arms. School had ended by the time she had arrived, but she only showed up to collect all the assignments she had to make up. Her sleeping schedule was messed up, and she felt drowsy even though it was still light outside. Too exhausted to even bother, she showed up to school in sweats--something she would never do if she wasn't so tired.
Suddenly, she bumped against something hard, and the books in her arms fell to the ground.
"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, her right hand reaching up to rub her eyes. She let out a loud yawn before getting on her knees to pick up the books scattered on the floor.
