If you were a girl

Moving away

My cat Benji purred over my head as I slowly came to life. It was cold and I was burried under my sister's blanket. My sister's? I didn't recall falling asleep here. I went back in my last memory. I was packing, Benji was asleep on the couch, mom was going on about how "fun" this would be and... That's right, I helped my sister Melody pack some stuff and we talked til late. That explains everything.. Feet too warm on the cold wooden floor was not a good combination. I walked to the bathroom only to hear my mom talking to the flight agency and my sister playing with the dog in the living room. We live, or at least for today, in an apartment in Dallas Texas in the district of Plano. Nice place if you like the not too busy city.
The water was too hot. But it didn't matter. I was so unlucky as to be forced to use my mother's shampoo. Mine had been packed. Shit... I'm gonna smell like flowers. Hate those things. My hair felt soft under the water... too soft. I turned to find that there wasn't any soap. That only made my shower shorter. I grabbed a white fluffy towel that had survied the packing-laddies and wrapped it under my hips. The mirror was fogged up so I just used my hand to try and find my face in the fog. There I was, rosy pale skin, big lashy eyes, narrow jawline, no beard or mustache, honey amber eyes, classic lip shape.. perfect, too perfect. I hated it. Girls would chase me after school when I was younger. I even met someone who said that he would pay me if I became a male model in his company when I was only thirteen. Now I'm seventeen and like hell I'll be a male model. I have been told that my smile and eyes are so beautiful they could kill, a gift from the heavens. I only see a curse. I'm not the only good to see in my family. Bothered I walked out from that reminder of my damned curse.
My sister bumped into me and giggled. "You are hard!" gave a small punch in my slight abbs, "Mom wants us ready in 30" she skipped, cat in arms, to her room. I stared, she was also beautiful. Tall, slender, soft waved hazel hair that swayed around her heart shapped face, small yet full lips, sweet brown eyes and a smile to die for. She also had my curse but she didn't seem to care.
I walked back and shut the door. Nothing was left but my luggage opened over a box tagged "STUFF" in my mother's handwriting. I dug to find a pale long sleeve shirt with two bottons that went down the chest and my black jeans. I tousled my hair, the bright side of having wavy curls is that with just a slight fixing it's ready to go. I closed the black Rockland, pushed my brown leather jacket on and walked out of my no longer "private place". Mom was rushing everbody. I put our pug Pugsley in his travel cage, the same with our American shorthair honey colored cat.
I stared at my mother as well; tall, pale, heavy coated lashes over yellow cat like eyes, perfect lip shape, angular face, not a wrinkle on her and obvious perfect female atributes dispite the fact he wasn't too thin, size 9 in jeans yet still beautiful. She was always smiling, except now that she was running all over the place making sure nothing was forgotten. I helped putting the boxes in the far left corner of the living room. "Are you sure they'll come?" She pressed her boyfriend, John, over the phone. He will marry my mom next month but before being wed he decided to move us all to Kyoto Japan, he works as an astronomer and his job made him move there. It was far, not far enough for my liking.
These last seven months we've been learning japanese. I learned to the point I understand it as much as I understand english or spanish. My father was from Mexico, so that's how I learned spanish. To my surprise, japanese alfabet sounds exactly the same as spanish alfabet. I leaned on the wall as my sister tied her converse. I had already tied mine. She turned to look at me and sighed, "Aren't you excited?" I smiled and nodded for her sake, "Jay, you suck at lying to me" she nudged my knee with her elbow, "Mr. Joshua Jonathan Ayala, do you vow to go with me to buy cool asian stuff with me when we get there?" I smiled, this time I ment it, "Only if you Ms. Melody Ayala swear to go and by anime stuff with me first thing, do we have a deal?" She laughed and nodded. We loved anime, japanese cartoons. I helped her stand, she wore a brown knitted sweater and white jeans with her red converse. She was of the few women I loved. She hugged me, I knew she was nervious but I was here for her, she had nothing to fear.

Moments passed rushing. Next thing I knew we were in the cold clinical atmosphere of the airport. Flight 83 with destination with pitstop in London was ready to aboard when we got to waiting area. We got seated and mom just prayed the dog or the cat didn't puke. It was a ten hour flight to London, then a twelve hour flight to Kyoto. It was very long. My mom and sister spent the whole time talking, or most of it. I just wondered in my thoughts of how life would be there. It sounded different, blending in was an obvious "Not in this life time" and not attracting attention was not something I could dream about. I had a thing for people, something I developed after being harassed during my childhood, I don't like people. All they see is the way to get close to me, put thier arm over my shoulder and call me "friend" to have some status. To get a kiss by me and brag to friends. To take screenshots of a conversation with me and feel "important". I have never been interested in social status, I do nothing to have one yet everbody assigns me a place. I'm not the type to be rude but eventhough I'm indifferent to them they see it as something "cool" and "mysterious". People are so stupid.. I've never liked anybody. Don't think I ever will. In my dumb way of protest I play along.
It was 8:30 pm by the time we got of that thing. My sister was practically sleepwalking. After they checked our passports, passed us through a scanner and touched us to make sure we had nothing I carried my sister out. I was sure that the female officer that felt me up enjoyed it. She blushed about seven times. She was very small, but everyone was small compared to me, 3 feet 27 inches but here in japan I now am 1.87 meters. I towered over many of the people here. John was right outside where he had promised. He waited in a white Honda Civic, pobably a new model by the apearence. He waved to us and we walked to him. "So? How was it? You guys ready to travel again?" Mom just laughed hard while I shook my head. "Only if it's to go to the nearest bed," I said as I looked over my shoulder to my 13 year old sister fast asleep on my back. John chuckled and opened the door for my mom and sister. I fixed her in and helped John put the luggage in the back, along with our dizzy pets. "Glad to see you son," he patted my back after I put the last bag in. "Yeah," John was a very good man. I liked how he treated my mom, the way my biological father never did, with love. I slipped next to my sister and John took us all to his house. It was in a good neighborhood, as lights flashed by I saw so many different faces. The house was a two story place with a "western" style yard and garage. But here "western" wasn't the same "western" as it was in America. He had there a blue Honda Crv for my mom and a black Honda Accord Sedan sport for me. I didn't expect to have a car, so it was a nice surprise. I already had a new drivers license thanks to John. I had an American one but since he got here a month before us he had got my mom and I a japanese drivers license. Eventhough I wasn't legal to have one in japan when we left the U.S. here in japan my birthday had been yesterday.
I passed my birthday in a plane. It sucks... but I do have a nice ride. My best birthday present since I was seven. John led us in to see the house nicely decorated. There was a banner that said "Welcome to Japan!" hanging over the entrance and baloons that had 3 pairs of the house keys. One for each of us. My sister now awake took the dolphin keychain and mom the tiger keychain leaving me the one with a cherry blossom. When I grabbed it John cheered me up by wispering to me "They missed out on the Sakura key chain, it's for good fortune AND it's not wierd for a guy to have one." Well... at least it isn't THAT wierd. I'm sure he's lying but.. "Thanks.." I smiled to him. Poor guy was worried to death. Benji was all dizzy when I let him out and Pugsley ran to the backyard to explore. That dog was full of life. I walked upstairs in hope of finding my room.
Oh, I guess it IS of good fortune. My room was the one across from the bathroom and had a great view. It had a window bigger than my sister's who was to the right of my room. My room already had a bed with deep blue covers. He actually did pick these out, I remembered that before he left he made me pick between two pieces of cloth, cloth which was exactly the same as the covers. He was just too good of a guy. I sat on the left end of the bed and looked around. "So this is home," I layed back "not so bad" not so bad.. I repeated as a mantra before I drifted to a black abyss called "dream".