Notice: this is a fiction and the protagonists in this novel are imaginary characters, who aren’t related anyone in reality.
And this is a horror story. If you don’t like such stories or you have intense and special phobias, please don’t read this horror story.
<Here begins the novel.>
“Before my family moved to San Francisco, I lived in a city named Fujisawa, which is famous for beaches in summer. People say
“Melinda, you lived in Japan? How is the country like?”
“You’ve grown up in Japan? How was it like?”
And some people say like
“Your English is great for Japanese. How did you study English?”
I feel odd that people think I’m from Japan. It’s not a wrong answer, but what I sense is that I moved from a city to another city. And it’s just the two cities are located in two countries different each other. Japan is a name for country. Where I lived is a moderately huge city in the country. Japan is too big for my short duration of residence to generalize.
Most people ask frequent questions about my family; almost all of them are specific to my Asian mother. Before you ask me one of those I’m used to being asked, let me introduce myself.
I’m Melinda Payne, with a middle name “Yuna”. Born to an ordinary family, I have lived in a city near the shore of the Pacific Ocean. Considering the case that you aren’t a citizen in Japan, the city is south of Tokyo. Comparing Japanese island to the mirror shape of “L”, it’s located at the right angle of whole territory.
Why my family lived there is because my father, who was an American IT engineer, worked for a local company, where he fell in love with mother, who is a local designer of the city. I would visit the city to meet my maternal grandparents when they were alive.
And when I was ten years old, my father found a job in San Francisco. I don’t know how he could get a job in such a place far from the city, but anyway we moved to the US.
Next is the school days when I lived in the coastal city. I was a student of a local public elementary school. I don’t remember all the classmates. But back then I had a best friend. She is Fiona Sugimoto, who is also mixed with Japanese like I am. In her case, as you see from her family name, her father is a Japanese and her mother is a Canadian. Being neighbors each other, both of us would always go out together; for cycling, for playing at the houses of our friends, for talking at a nearby park. On occasion, we went to an island furtively without the supervision of our parents. There is an island jutting from the shore of the city. I used “jutting” for island because the island is connected with a string-like soil path. For visitors, the island and the mainland Japan are connected with a bridge and the island is considerably crowded with tourists in summer. It’s hard, especially for children, to walk because of its rise and fall rocky paths inside the island.
Such island trips were a kind of adventure, which had given us a joyful enticement. Under the shining sun adorned with spotless sky, Fiona and I had seen a clear path going forward in front of us. As the sun rises everyday, Fiona comes with me, for the rest of my life, I thought so.
If there was a tiny wad of cloud in my delighted school days, that would be the girl named “Jeanne Lemaire”. Also mixed. But with a French rich guy. Her father married a Japanese lady, who is a member of a local landlord family. Of course, Jeanne is rich, selfish, and arrogant. That’s natural for the children born to such rich families. Imagining her clear and clean grayish hair flowing while her walking like an actress, she was a type who would become a Queen Bee after becoming a junior high or high school student.
Fiona and I weren’t racists and we didn’t particularly hate French. But considering the situation of my class in which no girl opines against her and even some boys follow her, both of us had sort of a bad feeling about the queen-like girl mixed with French. Which might be partly because of such behaviors standing out among crowds, which might stems from the Japanese blood of mine. And the bad feeling might be partly because of the general envy and distaste against cute girls, which might stems from the Anglo blood of mine. By going on well with peers, avoiding problems involving Jeanne, and sticking with Fiona so much, I had had delighted days in the seaside city.”
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Author’s works: Asaka SENDOU
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