The roads looked desolate and bare. Where the heck were we? We certainly weren't in Japan. "Yemi, you haven't said a word back there. Are....You okay?" My mother asked, looking at me through the mirror. I seen how sad and angry my reflection looked. How could she not notice that I was feeling this way. If father were still alive, he would've stayed in Japan....And yet, mother wanted to leave our traditions behind..
I laid my head beside the car's window, looking out at the boring landscape. 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. Mother looked a me through the mirror again, this time sighing. "Listen, Yemi. I know you don't like the thought of losing our traditions and losing your friends from school.." I took my eyes off of hers, focusing again on the boring landscape filled with nothing but trees. "You'll make new friends, trust me." She said with a hint of hope. "Yeah right mother." I scoffed, puffing my cheeks out. She rolled her eyes and parked into a spot at a gas station. "How long have we been driving...?" I asked. "Three hours. We're almost to Oregon." My mother sighed. I turned to look at my art magazines I had ever since I was 11. Those were the good days...But, now I'm- What, 16 years old? Time seemed to fly...And I wondered too much about how life would change. Everyone says that I do...
My mother opened her car door and sat back down. She closed the door and began driving again. I looked at the time on my phone. 12:45 pm. At least, around these parts. In Japan it was 1:45 am. I would've been asleep! In my cozy bed while I hugged my seal plushie I got from the Osaka Aquarium 10 years ago. I picked up my art magazine and flipped through the pages. I've only read it millions of times...Yet, every time I'd find some new information. For example, mixing colors. I set the magazine down and sighed. This was gonna be horrible, I knew it...
I laid my head onto the seat cushion and spread myself out between all of the seats like I was sleeping on my bed. Or, at least I wished it was. Once I closed my eyes, the engulfing blackness surrounded me as I drifted into a deep sleep...
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FantasyYemi Akahatsu has been dealing with many things in her life, now, she has to deal with moving away from Japan to Oregon. Her life changes once she finds a notebook and pen lying on the ground underneath a hidden compartment stored in her room....
