I rolled over to hear the buzzing alarm clock. 6:40, am. I had 20 minutes to get ready, as per usual. I never ate breakfast. I was never one for wasting time on breakfast. The sound of my mom yelling my name was audible. "Turn off that alarm please." She said kindly.
Turning to face my alarm clock, I shut it off with the tip of my finger. Grabbing the outfit I had prepared, I slid off everything and replaced it with my school clothes. Hopefully I would not get noticed much. But, a couple glances would be cool, I guess.
Taking my socks off, I placed them down beside me. I placed my feet on the floor delicately onto one of the cold floor boards, until....
CRACK! Two nails (or what looked like nails) popped off onto the floor, rolling away. Grabbing my knee high socks, I knelt beside the broken board. I lifted the board up and placed it beside me. Seeing shiny spirals, it revealed a notebook and a multiple-color ink pen lying oddly beside it. I silently grabbed them and placed them on the bed, carefully placing the board back onto its place. Scrambling to to put my knee highs on, I looked at the clock again. 6:50.
Running down the stairs, I looked at my mother who had prepared my bag for me. I glanced at her as I put my shoes on, watching her every move. To my surprise, she didn't sneak any notes into my bag, She knew I used to get bullied and would send me little "Don't give up" notes. I liked them, but, maybe she thought I was growing up too much for them.
Pulling myself up, I looked at her with a soft smile on my face. "Can you let me make dinner tonight, mother?" I asked nervously. "Sure, just please don't burn the house down, Yemi." I laughed and flung my bag over my shoulder, making my way to the door and breaking eye contact with her while I spoke. "Well, I guess this is goodbye." I say that like it's my last time seeing her, even though it's not. Even though her mood can change easily, I still love her. She's Fuji Akahatsu. My mother. I swung the door open and waved at her, running down the lane.
I stared at two oddly dressed girls who were waiting at my bus stop, me inching closer...
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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....
