Her name is Kyara Nagasaki and she was born in Japan. Three months ago she was eighteen, and now she has attained her majority. Tomorrow, she will finally be free. She will finally escape. Fly away. Disappear. It's like they say; He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day. It's time for her to flee the country and start a new life, from the top.
Today she lives in Japan. But tomorrow, she will be in California, USA. Yes, USA. The country with freedom. She will live there like anyone else in California, and she will finally feel that she is the Kyara she once was. Twelve years ago...
Neelah, her best friend give sher a heavy hug before she leaves. The tears are running wit no control. It's almost irrisistable. But it's now or never. She has to leave.
It took it's time untill she found her seat. She has never sitten in an airplane before. It's a tickling feeling, but how hard could it be? She's not the only one who's going to USA.
Fourty minuts have passed and she's still in Japan. She has always thought that an airplane goes faster than this. It seems that way when you look at it from below as it's flying.
The airplane is full of people. A gray-haired man with glasses is reading a book. Kinds behind her are laughing and frankly having fun. A girl in Kyara's age is only paying attention to her cellphone and music in her ears as if she doesn't even hear the kids as they're making a chaos. The fat woman next to her is reading a paper and eating a cupcake at the same time. The huge spelled title of the article says: My father when I was a kid.
Suddenly she can't stop staring at the paper. She gets to read the title seven times before the woman turns page with her covering hands.
She's going to USA. Where her father moved when he left Japan...
Today she lives in Japan. But tomorrow, she will be in California, USA. Yes, USA. The country with freedom. She will live there like anyone else in California, and she will finally feel that she is the Kyara she once was. Twelve years ago...
Neelah, her best friend give sher a heavy hug before she leaves. The tears are running wit no control. It's almost irrisistable. But it's now or never. She has to leave.
It took it's time untill she found her seat. She has never sitten in an airplane before. It's a tickling feeling, but how hard could it be? She's not the only one who's going to USA.
Fourty minuts have passed and she's still in Japan. She has always thought that an airplane goes faster than this. It seems that way when you look at it from below as it's flying.
The airplane is full of people. A gray-haired man with glasses is reading a book. Kinds behind her are laughing and frankly having fun. A girl in Kyara's age is only paying attention to her cellphone and music in her ears as if she doesn't even hear the kids as they're making a chaos. The fat woman next to her is reading a paper and eating a cupcake at the same time. The huge spelled title of the article says: My father when I was a kid.
Suddenly she can't stop staring at the paper. She gets to read the title seven times before the woman turns page with her covering hands.
She's going to USA. Where her father moved when he left Japan...