My Threat Notebook

Chpt One

Chapter One

This is Tokyo. Tokyo is here. This is Tokyo. Tokyo is home. The lights are beautiful  the buildings are wonderous. The blossoms are new. The lakes are still. I cannot tell the difference between the sky and the lakes. This is my new home. This is Tokyo.
I took my hand off the window and walked over to my bed. My bare feet skid across the floor; my dress dangling from my shoulders; my hair tickling my back. I twirled around on the floor and sung a song.

"The water is cold, ice in the sky.                                                                                                                                               Hold my hand, feet in the water; listen to my voice.                                                                                                               Sweet child, oh small mind, a choice."

I dance and sang the song again. I tripped a few times until I hit my head on my new, hard iron bed frame, and decided to limit injuries and just stop dancing. My new room was too small to do any twirls. I only had one small wall to put my mirror on in order to practice dancing. One wall had a huge two door closet that only went back about two feet. The other wall had a huge windows on it, out of which I looked to see the world of Tokyo, Tokyo the world. And then of course the third wall had a door. I didn't like my new room because all I had space for was a bed and a desk on which to do my homework. My father decided that all he cared about was me getting good grades so that he could have an academically skilled child. I don't blame him. He doesn't care about my dancing life. I like dancing though because it lets me bring out my true self. My father sees dancing as a waste of time and energy. After my mom left, I have no help for homework. My father has a ninth grade education, after ninth grade, he dropped out of school to help his family in a time of need. He is a good father, still, and I love him. But I no longer have my academically-skilled-mother, a loving-mother, a care-for-her-family-mother...
My mother used to sing that song to put me to sleep, until she met David and I will never forget the night I saw her with David. That night had been a time of celebration because I had just finished the eleventh grade. We were going to have fun as a family, me, mother, father, and Jason. At the time, Jason was twenty-one. He had not gone to college to help his family in a time of need, my family, our family; he reminded me of father. But after my mother left, Jason did as well, leaving me and father alone. We decided to go to a daddy-daughter dance and when mother came to pick us up, she went inside to go to the bathroom. The disgust; going in to check on her; seeing her with David; leaving her; not going back; all fresh in my mind...

That day when we went home, it was different. The atmosphere was no longer welcoming and the mood was down. My father fell into a hole year of depression, he went to clubs, started drinking, met new women, and all of these things let to more than the previous amount, and he soon became a man that I didn't know. A man that you could never expect to be home when you came home from school, a man that appeared to have no affection for you, a man that would leave you alone in the house with nothing but your own soul to keep you company for weeks at a time. I felt as if I had lost my whole family in a matter of second, more tears to come, and I felt empty. I no longer had my father to lean on; a dark hole forming in my heart. The loss of half my family like a cave in my soul.

I bounced down the stairs and out the back door. I jumped over the fourth to top step because that one was the creaky one. I did a little twirl on the seventh from the top one becuase that was my favorite step. When I was a kid - and I had one big family - I would sit on the seventh to top step to listen to my parents talk. Before they were fighting, though. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk that led to my front door. And fell on the ground. My hands began hurting and my knee was bleeding. I started to stand up and fell again. This time someone caught my hand and pulled me up. I stumbled into the boy who had helped me up. I looked up to see the culprit. He had dark brown hair and soft olive skin. He wore shorts and a basic white, v-neck tshirt.
"Are you okay?" I let go of his hand and put my hands in my pockets. I thought about I then I stepped onto both of his feet. I didn't know him.
"I didn't need your help." The boy laughed. I was serious. I wanted to leave. I was new in this part of town and I was also a clutz and I didn't want to do anything that he can hold against me. He stopped laughing.
"You're a feisty little one." He laughed and put his lips near mine. I gave a little streak and ran towards my house. He caught my hand.
"No no no. You're a creep. I don't know you. Get off my front lawn." I tried to pull away he pulled me closer.
"Hey! I'm just saying you're the one who stepped on my feet first. And let me tell you, you're not light okay my toes hurt."he laughed. That wasn't funny.
"You're not supposed to tell a girl that."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
"Hey! So you're the new girl, right? i thought I recognized you." Crap. I didn't want him to recognize me. But guess what? That didn't work out as planned.
"Uh. Yeah. That's me? Who are you?" I started moving my feet. He wasn't unappealing... I can't fall in love though. I don't need any more trouble in my life right now. No guys. Nope. No guys.
"I'm Hayato. Hayato Hishada. I'm in the twelfth grade. Like you I think. Right?" I nodded. He didn't see me nod and kept taking. "Um. Would you like to get together with me sometime?"  He startled me with his question.
I looked up in his eyes.
They were dark hazel.
They were beautiful.
They were distracting. "I can't. I...um... Have a boyfriend already." I coughed.
"No. You don't. I know you don't. How about we go with some friends. Let's go with Ren and Hiame." He knew them.
"You know them?" Hayato nodded and I nodded as well. "So yes?" I nodded again then turned around and ran back inside. I almost tripped a few times and ran into the side of the door. Wait. How did he know that I didn't have a boyfriend. I turned back around just to hear him say, "see you tomorrow!" 
I ran all the way up the stairs, stumbled into my room, layed on my bed, and I'm not sure, but I might have smiled.