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Tokyo, Japan
7:52 PM JST

You didn't expect that you and you alone would move away to live not a town but a completely different country. You weren't going to live by yourself. You were going to live with your mother. At first your father wanted to send you to live with your grandparents in (country/named) but he wanted you to live with your mother.

Y/N's POV
I didn't want to live in Japan, especially since I was going to be living with my mother. She was the reason why my father was depressed. I lean against my reclining chair, waiting for someone to end my misery. There was a kid behind me screaming about how he wanted to watch Bluey. An old man using my shoulder as a pillow. He kept snoring in my ear. A couple on my left is chatting so loudly that I can hear them through my AirPods.

Can this flight end quicker? It didn't but I managed to survive after the endless snoring, the plane landed on the ground. I quickly grabbed my stuff and bolted right out that door with my backpack and duffel bag. I made my way out of the airport and got into a taxi.

Mum didn't pick me and she wasn't picking up the phone, for some reason.

3rd POV
You  look out the window watching the scenery change like a movie. The road led you down the highway as you watched cars driving faster than the taxi.

The taxi turns down the highway into the capital. You couldn't deny the fact that Tokyo was beautiful. The billboards are full of colours as it moves like gifs. And the city was lively. You spot the one place you were looking forward to ever since you touched down from the place.

"Excuse me, could you stop at McDonald's," You politely asked. The driver pulls over in front of McDonald's. You open the car and the boot, retrieving your luggage.

"How much?" The driver points to the machine that can convert km to yen. You knew beforehand that taxi drivers charge a lot in Japan. You planned in advance, to walk halfway to your mother's house.

After handing the taxi driver $200USD, you took your luggage and started walking. Pedestrians were busy, minding their own business. Students were hurrying home, some went to buy McDonald's. You went inside to be greeted with the sound of beeping and sizzling. The chairs were occupied and the lines were short, it wasn't a problem for you. It was ordinary.

"Hi, what would you like to order," a worker with feminine features and baby blue hair gave you a welcoming smile, asked in Japanese. You smile back as you tilt your head up the menu. All of it was in Kanji and Katakana. A completely different language that wasn't made to be readable in English.

"Could I have a (burger name) and a large coke?" You asked in broken Japanese. You felt worried that the worker wouldn't understand. Hoping that the worker would look at you funny.

"I understand English, could you please say your order again?" He asked in English without an accent.

"One (burger name) and a large coke please," he nods, handing a receipt to you. It surprised you that some people could speak English. Especially since you heard that the Japanese didn't speak much English. You stood, waiting line for your order.  After 3 minutes your number was called out. Quickly picking it up, you walk out with the food in hand, your backpack on your back and your duffle bag swung over your shoulder.

You kept checking GPS, hoping that it'll lead you to the right directions. It kept leasing you downtown, away from the city. The further you went down, the more houses appeared. Currently, you're in Ginza, surrounded by the sea of modern or fairly new houses. Though it was deserted and quiet, you thought the wind was a comforting sound.

After turning a corner, you were confronted with an old two storey house. Even though it looks old, it was very clean. You step onto the doorstep, pressing the doorbell. A light from the inside quickly turns on. The door slowly opens.

"Y/N you're here," the door opens further revealing a woman. Your mother, who you haven't seen in years, was standing right in front of your very eyes. She looks similar to you but, at the same time you share some of your appearance with your father.

She lets you into her house, walking ahead of you. The hallways had a few newspaper clippings that seem to have your dark blue Skyline racing in different cities. While there were a couple of photos of you. One in particular stuck with you, a photo of you barely reaching the steering wheel of a car. You didn't think that she kept up with whatever trouble you got into. 

You walk further down to find the couch with a bunch of fluffy blankets. While the coffee table had a tub of ice cream on top. Specifically Napoleon.

"Princess Bride?" You point to the tv with a scene that you know full well. Your mother stood near the fridge skipping through the contents.

"Are you making fun of my taste?" You stood near the couch staring at your feet.
"No, it's just that I didn't think you would like that kind of movie. I kinda thought that you were into musicals," you say, placing your stuff on the stools in front of the kitchen island.

"Eh I see why, I left those posters of Ride the Cyclone and Heathers." Your mother found what she has been looking for. A bottle of Pepsi.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for not picking you up. I've gotten used to the time zone here," your mother apologizes. So far she didn't sound that bad as your father portrayed her to be. She seemed relaxed.

"No worries. I'm a little tired," you say.
"Top floor second room from the left," she cracks open the bottle of Pepsi while taking a sip.

"If you need anything to feel comfortable let me know," you nod, taking your bags with you upstairs. Second room to the left you open the door to find a white desk on the far right and a single bed, also in a white frame. Overall, it was bare but it had room for decorating. You place your bags inside the built-in closet, lastly placing your McDonald's on the desk. You didn't notice how tired you were until you fell face first onto your pillow.

"Maybe things won't be so bad."