cinnamon for hennie

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What am I even doing?

8:30 pm The Airport, New York

Cinna's POV

"Got everything?" My mom said, as she hugged Hinami. "Mhm, yep" my sister muttered, stuffing her head into my moms shoulder. "And you, Cinna?" my mother asked.

"Uh huh." I replied. We were going to Japan for school. I'm 16, therefore I'm in my first year. Japan school years are confusing as fuck. 

"Cinna-onee chan~" My little sister called. "We should hit Yuuji's Cafe once we get there. I hear they have the greatest crêpes."

"We can't. We have a rendezvous with Ao-chan and halmoni* is picking us up. Also don't call me 'onee-chan'" I replied.

"Eh? Why don't you just tell Aoi-onee chan to meet up with us at Yuuji's Cafe?" she whined.

"She already set reservations at a cat cafe." I told her.

"REALLY?" Her eyes lit up as I said that. I nodded my head. 

"Yes, now leave me alone."

"Damn, sis, you're too antisocial, no wonder you only have a few friends. Oh, let's not forget the fact that you're also famous."

"Quality over quantity"

"Tch"

  Famous, huh. Yeah, you're one to talk. I swear to God, appreciate me for once. I'm the one making the most money for this family.  

Money.

Sex.

Dreams.

Family.

Friends.

Acknowledgement.

Drugs.

Fame.

Power.

 Everyone is the same. The fucking same. They all have a purpose in life. They all have optimistic things and positivity in their lives. Happiness. The thing almost everyone has, and I don't. Heh. It doesn't matter, anyway. I'm at the point where I want to die.

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*halmoni is grandma in Korean. Cinna is actually Korean, but her family origins are in Japan.