"Anya..."
My mother gently taps my shoulder.
"Its time to go."
I stare at our house one last time. Im really going to miss everything about it. Its red brick walls, Its pointed roof, the way that the windows collect only the slightest bit of frost. I grew up here. Its going to be really hard to let go.
I walk towards the vehicle. Dad has already started the engine, and a tiny bit of exhaust fills my nose. I cough as I put the last of my bags into the back and get in. I sit down, leaning my head against the window. Dad pulls out of the driveway. Desperate to get one last glance, I squish my face against the window, my breath fogging up the glass.
And then, Just like that.
Gone.
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Childhood
General FictionAnya Zivkovik is a bullied, Russian elementary student. Over the years she has grown cold and distant towards everyone. When her mother gets a new job in rural Japan, Anya must leave behind the comfort of the city to travel to Miyajima island. Anya...
