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Chapter 1: the Beginning (A/N: how's that for originality?)
"But I don't want to move again!" I said. I didn't mean to sound whiny, but it was the sixth time we moved in the past two years.
By the way, I'm Kari Kamiya. My first name's really Hikari, but I hate being called that. I'm 15, 5 feet 4 and was in the middle of losing fight with my parents.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I know that it's hard for you, moving so much, but I honestly think that this new town will be good for you." My mom tried to persuade me. Well, her skills in that category suck, but at least it's better than her cooking. I have to admit though; her meals are a bit closer to edible now that she's figured out that the smoke alarm isn't a timer.
"Why can't I just live with Tai?" I was clinging on my last straw. My older brother, Tai, lived in a college dorm with his male roommates. There was no way my parents would have let me live with 4 guys.
I wasn't disappointed. "Honey, I realize that you don't want to change schools and start over, but living with your brother is out of the question."
"That's right." My dad said from across the room. Trust him to just back up my mother when he was the reason we're arguing in the first place.
My father's job keeps moving us all around the country. My mom keeps saying that it's exiting to go new places, but I'd really like to have a real home, a place where I know I belong, that will still be there in the morning. The houses we lived in during the moving period just felt like hotels to me, why should this next town be different?
I sighed, knowing that I had lost. "So, what's this town called?"
My mother looked relieved. "It's called Chapmanville. It's a quaint little town and, oh! They have this special high school there. It's so good; some students drive from five counties away just to attend." I could tell she was exited. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Something bothered me though.
"Mom, what do you mean 'special'?"
"Oh, you'll find out." I didn't like the sound of that.
Later that night, I snooped through the documents Dad was reading before our supper of Mom's famous (or infamous) tuna-tofu-marshmallow-casserole. Then, I found what I was looking for; the flier for my new school. I admit it, I'm a curious girl, but I wasn't ready for what I had discovered. The school was special. It had a famous handicap program.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't HATE the idea, I was just nervous and surprised. I had never been around more than one disabled person at a time, how would I handle a whole school full? I'd feel pretty awkward. 'Stop it' I thought. 'You'll be fine. It's just another school.' I tried hard to believe that.
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