Two Broken Pieces Make A Whole

Chapter 1

Leena Keejui- the daughter

I'm not normal. Not the bad type of abnormality. Except I wouldn't consider it a good type of abnormality either. I look nothing like my parent or who I’m supposed to be in general. I'm a japanese american. The problem is I don't look it. I live in Japan with my mom. I know everybody says it's good to look and be unique. Well, my mom doesn't seem to think so. She wants me to look and be like any other good japanese little girl. There is a couple of problems with that.                     

I'm not a little girl, I’m sixteen years old. I'm not a full blooded japanese and I probably couldn't even pass as one. I have medium olive skin and big, round,      innocent doe eyes. I guess God decided to not give me almond shaped eyes. Something else about my eyes they aren't such a dark brown they are primarily black like a normal persons, they are a light caramel brown. The only thing japanese about me is my hair. It falls to the middle of my back. Its board straight and jet black. I also have blunt cut straight across bangs. Some people say    there is no such thing as black hair. Only dark-dark-dark brown. Let me tell ya, they are dead wrong. My hair is in fact black. The reason why I look so weird is because my dad was american. I say was because I've never met him. Him and my mom, ya they just had a one night stand without protection. So, WHAM! here I am. And they didn't even talk first. There talking consisted of four words. My mom doesn't even know his name. Because of my lack of a father figure and because of my mom's own stupidity, I've been “acting up” as my principal calls it. I'm really just making a statement without words. Except because of the fact that I’ve been “acting up” there was a mutual decision (excluding me) to send me to boarding school. In North Dakota