"Good morning, Aruke!" My dad cheerfully greeted me as I trudged down the stairs, rubbing my aquamarine blue eyes tiredly. I grunted in response.
I was not in a good mood, which was rare in the morning, but I had been kept up all night with my negative thoughts after another long day of being ignored and treated like a shadow at school, taunting me and asking me again and again why I couldn't talk to others without freezing up. It really stabbed me in the heart deep enough to make tears fall down my cheeks all night long.
Luckily, my dad took notice, "Something wrong, Aruke?"
"N-Nothing much Dad," I shook my head. "Just had difficulty sleeping again."
"Was it your thoughts again?"
"H-Hm."
He hugged me, "Hey, it'll be okay Aruke. You can do this, okay? Just keep on smiling and being yourself. Don't let your thoughts win and control your life."
"Got it. Thanks, Dad," I gave a small smile back, trying to push my blond bangs back a bit so he could see me more clearly, but epically failing as my bangs fell right back. I sighed in exasperation. Dad just laughed as we sat on the table and started eating apple fritters.
"What's with the sighing? It's a special Sunday, Aruke! Cheer up!" he teased.
"Dad, it's not even 6 a.m. yet. Plus, today's not that special," I pointed to our clock, which clearly told us that it was 5.45 a.m.
He chuckled hearing that, "Come on, Aruke. We have some people interested in buying the antiques in our store! Isn't that just great?!"
My ears perked up almost immediately, "No way!"
He shook his head happily, "Some people called up to say that they wanted to take a look at the antiques tomorrow."
"Sweet!" My eyes sparkled, my bad mood officially gone as if it hadn't been there before. "Great job, Dad!"
"It's nothing," he grinned. "That's why we're going to be doing some good old spring cleaning."
"Yes!" I cheered. I liked spring cleaning a lot since I counted it as bonding with my dad, who works hard as an antiques seller every weekday and Saturday, and it allowed me to recall fond memories of the past.
"Come on then. We should hurry up with our eating," Dad joked.
"Already ahead of ya," I beamed as I put my spoon down on the plate, standing up to take it to the kitchen behind the table. "Once I shower, I'll go straight up."
He pouts, "Oi, oi, how can you eat so fast, RukeRuke?"
"You're just the slowpoke Dad," I teased back, causing him to mock-gasp, "How DARE you, Aruke!"
"Of course I dare! Who do you think I am?!" I jokingly replied as I placed the dishes in the dishwasher before I began walking to the stairs. "I'm heading up for my bath okay?"
"Fine. See you in the attic, Aruke!"
"Same back to you Dad!"
Hi there! I'm Kin Aruke, a 14-year-old Japanese-American living in Yukon, Canada who likes to role-play, read drama scripts and do martial arts in my spare time. I've been living here my whole life, ever since my dad migrated here due to World War II, and it's a nice town.
On a daily basis, I usually go with a white shirt with red horizontal stripes, a blue-green rain jacket, beige pants, green shoes and blue socks, which matches my Japanese-American look, messy wheat hair, aquamarine blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. I like my clothes because they really fit me to the T and are very comfy to wear.
But enough about that. You want to hear my story, don't you?
Well then, I guess we can continue.
Effective showering is a skill that I treasure among the ones that I had developed over the years because it had helped me save time and water, which is why I was done with my shower in 5 minutes and was in the attic by 6 minutes.
The attic is filled to the brim with old antiques that my dad had acquired over the years as an adventurer before he decided to settle down and have me with my mom, who's also an adventurer and supplies new antiques for us. Last time I heard of her, she was going to Peru for another jungle expedition, which was great.
Anyway, I quickly tied my jacket around my waist tightly before I put on a masker over my mouth and nose plus a pair of goggles over my eyes so that the dust wouldn't irritate me. Once I was ready for the task, I immediately walked over to the box of new artefacts that Mom had sent over to us.
Then I blinked as I saw a weird MP3 without any earbuds but with a pouch attached to it on the side.
"Huh? What's this?" I asked myself.
Just then, a bright light suddenly shined from the MP3.
"What the?!" I covered my eyes on reflex as the light blinded me to the point of falling back.
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Book Writing
Adventure"You can't change time." Those were the words that 14-year-old Kin Aruke believed in based on time travel. Sure, he wasn't all the special, living in Yukon, Canada despite being half-American, half-Japanese, but he had always been the kind to not l...
