Right after Shoyo Hinata's loss in his first and last Volleyball game of Middle school and meeting so many fun volleyball players he left Japan. But when the king meets him again he starts to question just what happened. Especially when new friends...
I am grateful for my friends. They tried their best...
But why is it deep down that I am so angry that we didn't even win one set? Not angry I felt pissed but I can't take it out on them. They tried so I need to calm down. I went home and punched my wall. I glared at my wall, with my hand still stuck inside the hole I just made. I felt the light that I once had started to die. The light of Shoyo Hinata is no longer there.
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Mom carefully worded me an explanation as to why I should go live with dad who is living in America. She jumped when I slowly looked at her with a blank face. I felt bad I mean I didn't mean to make her this scared of me. I just... I am just angry. I nodded and she relaxed a little.
"It's just until you start High school. Maybe eleven months will help you relax." Mom said. I didn't say anything just sat against the wall staring at my slightly bloody hand.
I heard mom talking. I didn't go to school the next day but I packed my bag and soon I was on a plane to Los Angeles, California. When I landed and grabbed my bag I found a sign with my name on it. I walked to him. He had Orange hair like me and Natsu. He asked me if I was Shoyo. I just nodded and he led me to a car and explain any rules and boundaries. It was so weird and people acted weird... Or weirder than what I'm used to.
Then again... I was probably weird to them. These eleven months are going to be longer than I thought it would.
