My name is Rin Kichida; I am seventeen years old and moving from my busy, lively home in Tokyo Japan to the ever so wet town of Sapporo. Why on earth would I possibly do that, you ask? It's not a pleasant tale… My mother and father were involved in a drug trades, and one night they didn't get enough to the buyer. So the customer, let's call him Fujimori-san and his gang, came to my small apartment and killed my family. I was barely able to escape with my life, suffering from serious physical and mental injuries.

I lean my head against the bus window and watch the rain slide down the glass. If only I was a drop of rain… Then I would eventually disappear, being reborn… I'm going to live with my grandmother Yuuki; she has been anointed my official guardian. I haven't seen grandmother Yuuki since I was a small child. I have no idea what she's like now, or how she'll choose to raise me for the next year till I'm eighteen…

I wasn't always like this, you know? I was Rin Kichida! Star soccer player, promising painter, and outstanding martial artist. I was popular, I had a boyfriend, I lived a beautiful life, till money got tight… My mother lost her job as a pharmacist, and my father barely got us by being a mechanic. He worked double, sometimes triple shifts to make sure we didn't go to bed hungry… He was in pain constantly… Then his friend Yashamaru showed him how to make easy, but dangerous money…

I sit up as the bus rolls to a stop. "Attention all passengers, we've reached Sapporo, all who need to please exit". The driver says. I start to stand up, but slowly sit back down. I could keep riding, forever, till the ends of the earth… "Rinny, it's me granny"! A shrill voice yells from outside. I glare out the window, and see a crumpled old hang with an orange umbrella. A few people snicker from her irritating nickname for me, but a cool sweep of me grabbing my carryon bag and a side glare quickly shuts up whoever it is…

I step down the stairs of the bus. Granny hands off her umbrella to a man next to her and envelopes me in a hug. I choke back a gag at her old lady perfume. "Rinny, it's been so long! Oh we have so much to discuss". "Grandmother, please… MY bags, I have to get them before the bus leaves"… I say, barely breathing. "Oh right, right, yes of course"! She says while releasing me. I walk over to the side of the bus, and unclip the hatch type thing. I slide out my three bags with wheels, close the hatch and follow my doddling, senile grandmother to a black car.

The strange man sets my bags in the trunk, and holds the door open for us. I try not to be too confused, but dig inside my purse for my beloved IPOD. I put in the ear buds and scroll down the list till I find the familiar song Bless the Broken Road, Mom's version starts to fill my ears.

A hand begins to shake my shoulder. "Rin, wake up dear, we're home"! Says a voice, I groan. "Ma, please, five more minutes"? I ask, the response is a sad chuckle. I open my eyes to see Grandma. My heart sinks to my toes. "Not the face you wanted to see, right Rin"? I lower my eyes and chew my lip. "Come on, I want you to see the house". I crawl out of the car after her, and nearly throw up.

Yuuki lives in a mansion; I mean a full scale mansion, with lush green grass and a fountain in the front yard. "Come inside Rinny". Already I can feel my blood boiling. I guess that man with her, is a servant. I reach back in the car, grab my carryon bag and purse and follow the servant and Yuuki inside.

"Finally, we have your bedroom Rin". Yuuki says while opening yet another door. I peer inside, and try not to be happy. She's chosen my three favorite colors. White, yellow and orange, the floors are white; the walls are white, yellow and orange stripes, while the bed sits on a white base, with a orange comforter and yellow pillows. A desk with an orange laptop and yellow swivel chair sits beneath the window. "I hope you like it, granddaughter". Says the old lady, and she disappears down the hallway. I shut the door, and sink to the floor. Hot tears burn in my eyes, and my throat aches. I put my head in my hands and cry. If the old lady was so rich, why didn't she help my parents when they needed it? They could've still been alive today, and I wouldn't be so, alone… I lie on the floor and cry till my eyes are dry, and a small pool of water stains the carpet. I shut my heavy eyes, and fall into a miserable, dreamless sleep.