Kahna Yoshida's point of view:
"By mom! I'm going to miss you so much! Tell dad I love him also! And don't forget to water my flowers!" I cried in my mom's arm's at the airport terminal, today is the day where i'm moving to Japan.
I'm catching the 673 flight to Japan, get a taxi to my new apartment, settle in, make sure my new bank account mom set up for me works and start studying for Ouran Academy.
We stood in the middle of the airport, hugging until the speaker's called all passenger's for flight 673 to Japan.
"Make me proud baby girl, I love you so much. Good luck" she pulls away and watches me sadly - but with a smile on her face as I walked to my flight with the duffle bag over my shoulder, I waved good-bye to her and then got onto my flight.
I sat down next to a man in a suit and a woman in an pencil skirt and tight white shirt with a coat over the top - both extremely business like.
This is going to be a long flight.
Ten hour's later:
"Ma'am? Ma'am?" someone gently shakes my shoulder and my eyes pop open and I looked up at the flight attendant in confusion.
"We're here Miss" she smiles at me, while speaking Japanese.
"Thank you...." I awkwardly cleared my throat and then grabbed my duffel bag and got the hell off of the death trap called an airplane. Walking over to baggage claim to get my suitcase and saw it, jogging over to my suitcase I went to grab it - but the same time someone else does to.
Looking up at the man who held onto my suitcase with me, "Uh... this is my bag - sir" I say in Japanese - like the skilled ass teenager I am.
"No, this is my bag, child" he says in an French accent.
"No sir, see, my name is Kahna and it's right there, K - A - H - N - A" I spell my name out to him as if he was a confused child.
He scoffs,turns his back on me and grumpily walks away from me. VICTORY IS MINE! But that was kinda weird... oh well.
Grabbing my suitcase I started to wheel it to the waiting area and I looked around the airport, the place buzzed with talk and people seem to swarm like flies around the waiting area. My eyes scanned the humans around me (i'm assuming here), looking for the person my mom paid for to pick me up.
Gah, jet lag is a pain in the ass! I scowled the floor before I looked back up, I see a man in a black and white tuxedo, holding a cardboard sign that read 'Kahna Yohida', grinning like a fool I hurried over to the man.
"I'm Kahna" he nods, not even bothering to see if I am the person on his sign and starts walking away, pulling my suitcase after me and held the duffel bag over my shoulder. We got outside and he walks over to a shiny black car.
He opens the trunk and takes my bags from me in silence and puts them in the back, "Oh... thank you" I grinned, he slams the trunk down, nodding to me that he heard me - great, so now I know he isn't deaf, he just doesn't talk a lot.
He opens the back door for me, I say another 'Thank you' before I slid into the back seat. I watched as he closed the door, walked around the car and then slid into the driver's seat.
The drive from the airport to my apartment was around thirty minutes, I was timing it on my iPod, and it was filled with me trying to make conversation with my mute Driver. Sighing after twenty minutes, I sat back into my seat and waited it out, bored as heck.
