Mrs Americana

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Y/N SAWAMURA

Stepping off the plane almost feels harder than stepping on it did. It's always going to hurt, moving away from your hometown. But it REALLY hurts to leave your home country on top of that.

It feels like I am not even sad anymore, maybe it was because I was numb from all the crying i'd done previously, or maybe I was going to get hit by a train of emotion later on after the jet lag dials down.

My life was near perfect, I was an only child in a stable household. My parents were great too. My dad worked for a large international tech company and my mom was a stay at home mom. A few months back, my father was given a choice, he could either stay where he was and not gain nor lose anything, or he could accept a promotion which would near double his salary. He obviously chose the promotion. Unfortunately the reality of that promotion was the 16 hour flight I'd just sat through taking me from New York out to Japan.

"There's no reason to worry, you're going to be okay here." My mother said breaking a silence between my small immediate family which had been going for over half a day now.

"I know," I told her, "I'm just nervous about school.".

That wasn't a lie either. Although moving brings about many fears such as making friends and in my case, language barriers, I was so nervous for school to begin.

"Honey, school doesn't start for weeks, let yourself settle in before you stress going to school" She told me, "Plus you have your cousin Daichi here."

Academics had never been what ruled into my future. Starting at the ripe age of 3 I started playing sports. I played almost every sport in the books, but only two really stuck out to me. Until I was about 12, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would've told you I wanted to go pro in soccer and one day play for Team USA in the World Cup. That's when I discovered the sport which would stick with me for the rest of my life though, volleyball. Beginning back in middle school I was on the starting lineup for my schools varsity volleyball team, I played in and out of school and it absolutely consumed every bit of free time in my life. I am going to make it though. I have raw talent when it comes to volleyball and by the time I graduate, I'm going to be near perfect at the sport. All of that said though, I don't have time for honors classes or studying for hours. My dad tells me my cousin Daichi is also fixated on volleyball, maybe that's how I'm ending up in his school.

"Yeah I guess you're right" I told my mom finally before falling back asleep as we stepped into our taxi which would bring us to my uncles house.

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I had no idea how long I'd been sleeping. All I knew is that when I awoke, I was at a huge house which apparently belonged to my uncle.

It's weird to think that me and my cousin would be sharing a wall now, when I only even began to hear his name for the first time about 3 months back.

"Hello Y/n!" My Uncle Aoi greeted me, breaking his conversation he seemed to be having with my mother and father.

"Hello!!" I said in response, flashing a smile.

Our stuff had been delivered to the house a few days prior and my uncle had informed us that he had my cousin and his friends bring our belongings to our respective rooms.

"Make yourself at home!" He told me before he returned back to the conversation he was having with my parents.

"Excuse me!" I heard a male say behind me as I entered the house and began to look around.

I whipped my head around to find myself face to face with a boy who looked like an exact copy of my Uncle Aoi if he was younger and two other completely unfamiliar boys around the same age.

"You must be Y/n, it's so nice to meet you finally," The boy told me in very shaky English, "My name is Daichi Sawamura."

"Yes, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you Daichi," I told him in fluent Japanese. "I do speak Japanese though.".

He and his friends seemed to let go of a breath of anxiety at those words.

"DAICHI YOU DIDN'T TELL US YOUR AMERICAN COUSIN WAS HOT!" His one buzz headed friend screamed at us all to be startled.

I giggled at the words, the buzz cut boy seemed funny. Daichi and his other friend with silver hair seemed to find it a little more embarrassing than amusing though.

"Tanaka!" Both Daichi and the silver haired boy yelled at the buzz boy who seemed to be called Tanaka. The bickering was funny. Without realizing it I was wearing the first genuine smile I'd had since the moving guys shipped out our belongings.

"Please ignore him, he's a bit much sometimes." the silver haired boy said to me flashing me a look through his face which seemed to be flushed red in embarrassment because of what Tanaka had said.

"My name is Sugawara Koushi," He told me, "But you can just call me Suga.".

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a/n: hi guys this is my first story. I have not taken the time to read through it yet so there may be some errors. also be warned that english is not my first language so feel free to correct me on things!

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