There's a Difference

Explanation

Okay, okay, so you clicked on the story. And, true to my word, I'll explain. Hi, my name is JinYuri Niccibotsu. Or, at least, that's my Japanese name. I'm sorry, a lot of this is mixed up, it may take me a minute. You see, my father was Japanese, my mother was American, so, when I was born, I was given two names. My American name is Julia Richards, my Japanese name is JinYuri Niccibotsu. So my full name is JinYuri-Julia Saki-Victoria Niccibotsu-Richards. However, for the sake of everything, I'll just tell this story using my Japanese name, because that's where I am right now. So, where was I? Oh, yes! I used to live in America, Malibu, California to be specific, with my parents and seven older siblings. I also have a multitude of cousins, but more on that later. Even before I was born, my parents were constantly fighting. However, we were in a bad situation for anyone to be divorced, so it was awful for the first years of my life. The only people I could really trust were my siblings. By the time I was born, most of my siblings were already either past or in middle school. My oldest brother Bradley was already in college! I was a very fragile child, so I was always under watch. My heart was very slow, so I couldn't be too active, or get too scared. I was never allowed to go play tag with my siblings, so I just stood on the sidelines most of the time. I suppose now would be the time to mention my sister. She was only older than me by a few months, but she acted like she was some wise old lady. Her name was Abigail-Hotaru. Yes, all of us were given two names, get used to it. Everyone else will be referred to in their English names, so don't worry.

When I was four years old, my parents finally pulled the plug on their marriage. My dad took me and Abigail, while my mom took everyone else. One of the things I hate the most about divorce is that no one ever thinks about how the kids will react. Or even cares what they have to say. My mom made it fairly clear that as long as my dad was breathing, we would never see each other again, so I said goodbye to my six brothers, and we were shipped off to Japan. Okay well, not right away. We first had to go to Florida, because at the time, plane tickets were very expensive. We stayed in Miami for a few years, until I was seven, and then we were on the way to Japan. It was a nice place to be in. We lived in a good neighborhood with friendly people, but there was always something missing in my life. Something I longed for. Even an idiot could guess what it was. Abigail soon sensed my distress and began sitting with me at lunch in school, instead of with her friends. I was a loner in school, so Abigail did all the talking, and I just sorta, followed her around.

But then, the accident happened. My dad had gotten sick with pneumonia, and wasn't allowed to go anywhere. But Abigail was graduating from third grade, and I didn't want to miss it. Granted, I was sick too, but this was so important to Abigail, that we both sucked it up and went. The three of us got into the car and drove towards the elementary school. But as we came to an intersection, a car came crashing into ours. My dad hit his head too hard, and all his nerves shut down. He died instantly. Abigail went flying out the window, and was crushed by the other car, dying instantly. I was lucky, somehow. I flew out the window also, but I hit the head of the car and into the front of the other car. As the other car slowed to a stop, as did Abigail's screams of agony, there was only one sound heard among the silence.

"It hurts!" I screamed.

My leg had been trapped underneath the wheel of the second car, and I could feel the bone crushing from under the thick rubber. It took a crowd of people to lift the car from off of me and my sister, however, from the corner of my eye, I noticed something. A little nine year old girl, looking exactly like Abigail, stood in the street, her face bloody, and her hair ruined. I didn't have time to react before I lost all control of my body and my torso began thrusting up and down. People were screaming at the top of their lungs "someone call the hospital!", or, "she's having a seizure!". Sirens screamed in the background as everything faded out, and suddenly, everything was black.   

I awoke in a hospital bed, a faint beeping in the background. I slowly sat up, taking in my surroundings. An I.V. bag was next to the bed, along with the heart monitor. A bedside table with many pill bottles and a vase with flowers, and also a card. I was confused, but picked it up. Who would send me a card? The only people who knew of my whereabouts were both dead. Wow, that was a dark thought for a nine year old. I opened the card to find neat writing in black ink.

Dear JinYuri, Hi! You probably don't remember me because you were so young. But I am your aunt Tomoko! I assume that you're very confused, however, all will be explained when I come to pick you up on June 05! I can't wait to meet you. I promise that you'll be happy with me. Love, your Aunt Tomoko.

I read the date probably ten times before I looked to the calendar on the wall. June 05, the number was circled. I looked back to the letter, June 05, and back to the calendar, June 05. Funny, when I passed out, it was March 26. I guess I was out for a long time. I was about to get up to change, but when I tried to move, I couldn't move my right leg. I looked down at my legs, and saw nothing wrong with them. They looked perfectly normal. But I couldn't move my right one at all. I began to freak out, what was going on?! Why couldn't I move?! I started screaming and thrashing around on the bed. Tears poured from my eyes as I cried for help. Three doctors rushed into the room at my cries. 

"What's going on?" One of them asked.

"I can't move my leg!" I said through tears.

A female doctor walked towards me and sat on the bed. She took a while to explain to me, but after a while, I understood. My right leg had been paralyzed in the accident. I sat on the bed quietly without moving. After a while, another woman walked in to the room. She looked at me, and then at the doctors. With a confused look on her face she said.

"Tomoko is here to pick up JinYuri." She said.

"Alright, come on JinYuri." One of the doctors said.

I nodded, and one of the doctors brought over a wheelchair. The female doctor lifted me into the wheelchair. She brought me out to the main office, where I saw a woman sitting in a chair reading a book with a boy around my age sitting next to her. They both looked up at me and smiled. The woman had long black hair and bright blue eyes. She was a very curvy woman. The boy next to her had braces and short, dirty blonde hair. He was a bit skinny, and his white long sleeved shirt, it fit against his arms so that it was known how skinny he was. The woman stood up and hopped over to me.

"Hi! My name is Tomoko Usagi, but you can call me Aunt Tomo, or Tomo-Chan, or Usa. Whatever you want!" She said happily.

The boy stood up and walked over to me with his hands in his pockets. I shook Tomoko's hand as he stood in front of me.

"Hi, my name's Takeo, we've been waiting a while for you." He said.

I looked at him for a minute, before saying. "Wyatt."

"Huh?" He asked, sweat-dropping.

"Everyone from my family has a Japanese name and an American name. So you will be Takeo-Wyatt." I said in a serious tone.

"U-uh, okay?" He said confused.

I nodded, and Tomoko started laughing. Tomoko grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and we left the hospital. Wyatt helped me into the car and sat next to me. We drove for a few minutes until we came to a fairly large house with a sign hanging over the door that read:

Welcome Home JinYuri Saki Niccibotsu-Usagi.

Three last names. Well that was strange. I suppose this was my new life. I'll have to get back to you later on what happens. I'll see you in the next chapter.

BYE