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Standing there in black combat boots, black baggy pants with chains hanging from the sides and a black spandex long sleeved shirt with silver metal bra buckles that closed the front, a small silver hoop nose ring hung from the side of her nose and an ear ring in her ear cartilage. She had crazy hair extensions in her hair that was put up in a crazy style she stood looking up at the brand new house. Her name was Kagome and at 16 years old she was in rebellion, she had been since the accident and since her mother had tried to psychoanalyze her just as if she were one of her mother's clients.
Kagome was more than pissed, because her mother decided to move them to Tokyo, Japan. They were moving because her grandfather was getting older and moving around a lot slower. This is why she had to leave her friends and the malls they sometimes hung out at. Sota, her brother was fine with her mother being a psychologist. Her mother never treated him like one of her clients, because he was a normal little boy, she however always dressed like death warmed over.
“We are finally here.” Her mother sighed happily. Kagome didn’t seem to be paying to much attention to her since she had her music on and turned up in her ear buds; she was currently listening to Nine Inch Nails. In the sunlight, the white house with its tall white columns, shined with pristine paint, Kagome groaned,
“I’d rather live with my crazy ass grandfather,” Kagome mumbled.
“Kagome, watch your mouth, it’s a gorgeous house; now come on.” Her mother said, unlocking the door.
“Just because you have money mother, doesn’t mean you have to exploit it,” Kagome grumbled in her dark mood, her mother went and stared outside at the neighborhood for a few minutes, she sighed once Kagome’s Mustang arrived.
“I don’t understand you, I bought you a brand new Jeep Wrangler and you still insisted on building a car from the junkyard. You could have any car you wanted, but you still drive that Mustang, why?” Her mother asked as Kagome carried a box in.
“You act like its such a horrible car, as if you don’t care for them at all, I happen to like working on cars. My friends helped me learn a lot in auto shop, I liked auto shop but you don’t care what I like. I liked my friends and my school, but you don’t care because you moved us here, across the fucking ocean; where people don’t even speak English!” Kagome said harshly as she put her stuff down in the door.
She had actually loved watching her father work on cars when she was a child but bringing him up in conversation was never an option around her mother, because she would sit Kagome down and try to treat her like a client.
“Yes, I kind of figured you liked auto shop but did you have to bring that death mobile with us? And you know why we had to move, your grandfather is getting older, he has no family here and you know he wouldn’t move to the states.” Her mother explained.
“I like working on cars and bikes. It’s the only thing, besides my used to be friends, that kept me sane at home. If grandfather is so old then put him in a home or hey, your rich enough, hire a live in nanny for him and lets go home.” Kagome whined.
“Family is important, one day you will learn this, now get unloaded; tomorrow we get you and Sota registered into school.” Her mother explained, Kagome merely rolled her eyes,
“How am I supposed to work on my bike without a job? And without a garage?” Kagome asked.
“There is a garage attached to the house and I will give you the money if you cant find a job.” Her mother explained,
“No thanks, I rather work for my own money, it's what I did at home, this place is going to be no different.” Kagome said as she was about to go upstairs, suddenly there was a knock on the open front door.