Chapter 01

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The sky looks bright from down here and the stars looks close enough that if I reach I might be able to touch the forbidding glowing balls of death. What do people find so special about them that they make wishes and pray apron them?

"Calvin!"

They are such a controversial topic.

"I swear! Calvin if you are on the roof again I will-"

This night has become quite noisy. The stars look the same in this life as my past life. Not only are they the same but everything else appears the have not change other than the fact that I was born in 1986 about 14 years before my original birth in my first life.

"Calvin!"

I got up and jumped down from the tree that was next to our apartment building. As my mother called out trying to get my attention by screaming her lungs out to a small fallen in warehouse next to the apartments.

I reached her in one quick movement and smiled at her. She looked at me with shock and embarrassment as she just realized that she was screaming her head off to an empty roof. Soon her embarrassment turned to anger.

"You, why did you ignore me when I was calling out to you?!"

"I fell asleep..."

"In a tree! First is the shower and now a tree!"

"Mother, what do you need?"

"Pack up your stuff."

"What? Why?"

My mother looked at me with a blank stare but didn't continue talking. She turned around and walked off.

"Ma......Ma!"

    I ran next to her and I guess I gave her an odd look because she just shook her head and mumbled under her breath in barely coherent words. I followed her into our apartment and continued to question her about where we were going.

"Your father wanted you to live with him temporarily...."

"Huh? He has no attachment to me whatsoever."

She stopped pacing around and gave me another look. I could feel her eyes trying to pierce through me with her glaze.

"He is still your father!"

"No I didn't mean to say that I don't think-"

"It doesn't matter. Pack your bags cause your leaving in three days."

"Yes mother."

She isn't the listening type. I know that I shouldn't get worked up over this but I still feel despair over it.

So, japan huh?

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