This is a story about a normal Japanese girl; Ami Sawamura. It’s a simple story where a girl meets a boy, fell in love, with problems that they have to deal, and new friends that she meets. A story that is wrote as I imagine the manga version. Enjoy.

M.o.v.i.n.g. i.n.

“Sweetie, can you bring that big box over there for me please?”

The sound of hustling, Mom’s voice shouting at the mover-guys, and the neighbors’ chattering was pretty much the things that I heard on Sunday afternoon. Yup, I was moving to a new place in Tokyo. It wasn’t a big move or anything; I was the one that moved into my new house where I will live with my new parents.

“Where should I put the box, Mom?” I asked her, walking up the stairs to my new room.

“Just take all your stuff to your room and I’ll take care of everything here. Call your Dad while you’re at it, okay.”

“Sure thing . . . Mom.”

I ran up and saw my . . . new Dad, Tokio Sawamura, looking around my new room. When he heard me coming in the room, he turned to look at me.

“Mom’s looking for you. She’s down stairs. She looked a bit pissed.” I leaned against the door with the box in my hand. Dad’s expression of happiness suddenly turned into a face of horror.

“She is? I better go down right now. See ya later, pumpkin.” He went pass me and found his hand on top of my head, messing up my hair.

Pumpkin? Well that’s new. . . I’ve never heard Dad calling me pumpkin before. I wonder what they will call me next to make things more . . . not awkward.

I put down the box next to a single-bed with girl color sheet and pillows. I looked around the room, admiring it. It was a nice place. A very, very nice and comfortable place. My room was the only room upstairs besides the bathroom. The room had a wood floor and a white paint surrounding the room. The ceiling was high enough for me to jump around.

There was a window with a pinkish window sheets that moved swiftly as the wind blew in. There was also a space to put pots of flowers. The bed was put at a perfect angle away from the window. You can see the outside view but no one could see you from outside. Across the bed was my personal private table study. It is still untidy, but other than the unopened boxes, everything was perfect.

“Well, I guess this is where I’ll live now.” I sighed.

I still can’t believe I moved to my new house, with new sheets, new beds, new room, new mom, new dad, and basically new everything!! It is better for me and everyone, though, if I move just right after something occurred in my former living environment, or should I say my former family that took care of me.

They seemed pretty sad when I left, but I know they were just making sure that I thought they cared for me. They probably jump for joy by the time I’m out of eye sight. I’m really sure of that. Especially that guy and his girlfriend. He must’ve been smiling all day long and making fun of me with his girlfriend.

Okay, so you must’ve been asking about what I’m talking about. Basically I’m adopted. Me, a 16 years old teenage girl, is being adopted by a married couple which I now dub Mom and Dad. The reason why I’m adopted is . . . well, because they did. But it’s better not to think of that, and look at my future.

“Stop thinking about the past, forget about it, and look ahead for a brighter future. Just forget everything.” I told myself. It didn’t do any good, but at least I’m calmer compared to a couple of seconds before.

“Huff” I lay down on my new bed, and looked at my new school uniform.

Tomorrow is the first day of school. I hope everyone won’t give me a hard time. And after I thought about that, I went to take a nap until the alarm clock rings.

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AN: “That’s about it, the first chapter. It’s just telling you about the fact that Ami just moved to a new house and new parents. Maybe the description is pretty ugly, and . . . weird, but I’m improving it though. Still, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!!”

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Additional Notes : for those who have read before March 30, 2008 : Additional Notes

This chapter has been updated. I added a new paragraph; the 4th paragraph before the author’s note. Yeah, that’s about the update that I made. That is all…hope you enjoy the story!