harp

If I could be anywhere in the world, I would be in Japan. Family, Friends, and Sushi, the three things I like about my life. But As always, Mother is nagging on about the civil war. What about my friends Yuki, Beck, and Sara? They didn’t have to move. Now I’m stuck in an English school with no friends and initials that will get my head dunked in a toilet. Yes, they are Gotto P or Got to P. HaHa, Very funny, now please stop laughing.  It’s not my fault that the kids at my school are really racist. First, they started to insult my face, the way my eyes droop, the color of my cheeks, the white birthmark on my forehead. Then they started to notice the other things, my accent, my name, and my mother. You know, normal kids don’t judge other kids by their family. These Kids do, but their not that normal either. You see, moving here was hard enough without THEM in my face.  Anyway, I should probably get to the point. The day I discovered the sound, was one of my emo days. I had a bad day at school, and my Mother was on trial for coming here without a passport, so I couldn’t go home, and I couldn’t go inside my classroom. Ah, Man.  I was running through the school grounds, and tripped over on a log of wood. “Oh, crap!” I had mud all over me, so I contemplated that I needed to take a shower. I started to run home but I was stopped by the most beautiful sound ever!  It was a light sound that made me feel happy, sad, and angry at the same time. I needed to find the source of that sound. I walked, walked and walked. “So it’s true!” I thought. “It’s really true.” I came to a point that all I could think about was the sound. That was the day I got hit by the bus.  I was crossing the road and listening for the sound and believe me I can’t multi-task.