Our Song

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"NO!" I screamed at my parents. I stomped my feet on the wooden floor like a child throwing a tantrum. They backed away, shocked at my sudden outburst. Or at the fact that the neighbors will hear and wonder why a 15-year-old teen is throwing a fit. "I will not go to Japan!" I shouted at them.

"Kisara, you were born there," Mom tried to reason with me. "We only came here to New York so that Dad was able to finish his work. Now that he's done, we can go back."

"I don't care! You're not Japanese, Mom, so why do you care?"

"Because I care about you, Kisara. That place is where you came from. It our duty to raise you there."

"Well, I don't wanna!"

"Kisana," Dad broke into the fight sharply. I fiercely glared at him. "It's not like we're giving you a choice," He sighed. "We already signed the contract and sold this house. Our home in Japan is waiting for us. It's time for us to go back."

"'No I won't!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes. "I can't leave behind the band!"

"The band? Loud Crime City? Honey, you haven't even gotten a real gig yet."

"It's only been a year or so!"

"Bands that are together that long should already have a couple major gigs like birthday parties or stuff like that. Not performing garage bands for the neighbors to hear and complain about."

"We're just taking it slow and easy!"

"Slow and easy won't do. Any sponsor would tear up the contract by now. Hell, you guys never had a sponsor. It's time for you to let go, Kisana Nanase. Break off from the band."

"No! LCC have become my life!"

"You only been in it for a year along with your friend, Ryusuke. It's not your life. Besides, we can't have a daughter of ours be part of band, can't we? You guys will be a legend for a decade or so, maybe two decades of you're lucky, and then break apart. What then? You don't have a job. No job means no money. If you work with us, then you'll have a lasting job for your lifetime."

"And maybe we can find you a fitting husband!" Mom smiled.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out in disgust. "Kisara, this conversation ends now," Dad said. "We already have everything planned out. I'm sorry that you don't like it, but what's done is done. You have a week to pack everything you own up then we will be heading back into Japan. Get started." I turned around sharply to avoid my parents and stomped over to my room.
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"Kisara, choose a damn school please," Mom begged, the exhaustion in her voice.

It's been two weeks since we moved back to Japan. All schools are on Spring Break, which is the time where freshmen or newbies register into a high school. "No," I sniffed.

"Do you want to go to Lobelia?" Dad asked. "It's a perfect school for girls like you."

I stuck my tongue out. "That crappy girl school? No way in hell am I going there." I sneered.

"Well, it's that or Ouran Academy," Dad snapped. "You are too good for a regular public school. The top two private schools here are Lobelia Academy and Ouran Academy. Pick one. Kisara, we can afford to send you to both schools."

"I guess Ouran."

"Great. I'll make an appointment with the Chairman for you to take the entrance exam. It is an exceptional school, and only the elite and the brilliant can go."
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Guess what? I took the entrance exam and I got in. Since we were rich, my parents could afford to send me there. The exam is to test if you're good enough to attend. If you pass but can't afford the tuition, they'll give you a scholarship but only to one exceptional student. It's pretty much every man for himself for all the regular or "poor" people in their eyes. I heard a regular student passed the entrance exam and got the scholarship all to himself. Haurhi Fujioka I believe was his name. Or was it a girl? There were rumors about that student, how they were smart and all, but no one was sure if they were a boy or girl. Whatever. When I see for myself I'll determine their gender.

School starts tomorrow. Yesterday was my 16th birthday. I've been placed on Class 2-A. Guess I'm a "senpai" to some students. But, that still means that the older students are still my "senpai". Ugh, Japanese customs are so confusing. I am not even used to the school system. How did I survive this foreign place back then? Better yet, how am I gong to survive this place now?
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This is collab book with NWO_FullMetal. They came up with the story idea and I published the writing and made the cover. I mentioned it in the summary. Go check out that user. They're a good author.
Hope you enjoy the story.