I grimaced, disgusted with the overweight man next to me. He was sleeping and I didn't mind it that until but now…he was snoring… He was snoring so loud, I could most likely hear him in the driver's seat of this bus.

A bus…

I pulled out my wrist sized journal (which wasn't exactly a journal it was a bunch of glossed paper stapled into the base of my Dads old leather wallet and tied shut. I took out the black ball point pen and began to write.

"Get hit…by a bus."

My eyes traveled over list I had made over the last few years. The heading of the list: Die.

When I was fifteen or so, I had decided that when I graduated from high school I would read over a list of the most interesting ways I could die. When I had chosen one, I'd flip over and begin my list of things to do before I go. Then, I'd commit some kind of grizzly suicide.

Why kill myself?

Because, my under bearing mother and her eighth husband Kurt sent me to live in Japan with my overbearing grandparents. Not just that…I'm not that dumb. But when Dad died, Mom began to blame me for all of her lost marriages. Kurt was already slipping and Mom would blame me yet again. Then she'd drink, call me unnecessary things and I'd cry myself to unconsciousness. Lovely way for the average teenager to spent her free nights, no?

All in all, Kurt might've been a good guy…and if I cared enough to find out, I would've gotten to know him. But then again, how can you get to know someone with zero personality? Maybe Mom would have still been with the guy with the greatest personality if I were never born.

If I were never born….

If I wasn't alive right now, maybe Mom wouldn't be so bitter…Maybe Grandma and Grandpa would have finished that boat that I've been distracting them from…Maybe…Maybe Dad might be alive…

The bus pulled to a stop. My legs were fast enough to pull me to the front before anyone could stand.

"Lucki!"

Ah yes…That was the one thing I loved about my grandparents…They were the only ones other than my dad who called me Lucki. My birth name was Lucinda but at the risk of sounding proper in any way shape or form, I chose the plausible stripper name Lucki pronounced like the actual word Lucky. I told them that's why I chose that as my nickname instead of Luci, but they refused to believe me.

The car drove at a nice even pace through the streets of Japan. "Now when we get to the Hitachiin's home, I want none of your attitude Lucki."

"Got it." In truth I wasn't going to listen but…what the hay? Give the people what they want right?

"Oh hey Grams guess what?" I feigned excitement. She turned to face me in the driver's seat of the car. "Yes dear?" I untied the notebook from my wrist where it always clung. "I found out, that if you die by freezing to death, it only hurts for like a minute. After that, your whole body goes numb." I looked over the details of the possible death. "Why do you need to know that dear?" She sighed not amused.

"Because I might chose that one!" I snapped the book shut. "What's this nonsense?" She rolled her eyes. For a second I felt myself looking at her…She was the perfect cliché of an old woman. Her hair was white, she was dressed in all white, and she was so wrinkly that if I lifted one of the folds on her face I might find Narnia. I tapped my notebook against my leg. "When I graduate from this hellhole school you plan on forcing me to attend, I'm going to find the most interesting way to kill myself, than do it. But before I actually kill myself, I have to do the most things on my bucket list." I looked out the side of the convertible. The top was down and my chest length dirty blonde hair should be flying behind me…But they drive slowly, like old people should.

"You will live here for a month or so. The Hitachiin's have been our family friends for a few years now. Treat them with respect, Lucki." Grams sighed, ignoring the whole speech I just made. That's what they normally do… They assume I'm being childish and overdramatic. Gramps walked to the back of the car to grab my luggage. "But wait," I looked at the old woman. "I thought I was living with you." She held her hand to her heart in a shocked manner. "I'm flattered dear."

"Not that I'd want to stay with old people for the rest of the year." I huffed stepping out of the car. "That's the attitude I'm speaking of young lady!" She slowly stood from the car.

"Whatever…"

I walked to the front door clicking my tongue repeatedly with my arms folded across my chest. "Knock please dear." Grams gave me an expectant look. My eyes flashed with annoyance. "I don't care if we stand here all night…You do. So why don't you knock?"

Gramps stood between us. "Okay no hair pulling here." He knocked on the door twice. Thank goodness it was April. The weather was really warm here in the spring time. Warm enough for my jean shorts and maroon tank top, with Dads black and red leather jacket.

A woman with red hair tied in a bun with chopsticks stabbing through it, a red knee length skirt, and a black shirt with a red blazer buttoned over it answered the door. "Kushiro! Hideki!" She held out her arms in an inviting way. "Oh, this must be your lovely Granddaughter!" she put a manicured hand on my head. "Lady, that's only cute if I'm four. I'm as tall as you though." I smacked the hand away.

"Oh never mind, this is the other one." She quickly retorted. I smirked at her for a brief second before returning to my scowl. "Come in, come in. The boys are just playing with their little friends." She invited me in so she could speak to Grandma and Grandpa about my attitude.

The boys are playing with their little friends

Great…there are children here too? That's just perfect.

My eyes traveled around the impressive home though. It was huge… I mean ridiculously so. I could hear my bare feet against the hard wood floor just barely. It was actually suitable to keep me busy all year. Before I could walk to the stairs though, I heard different voices and brief laughter.

Curiosity got the best of me.

I walked reluctantly toward the voice. It began to grow louder. Then more laughter. I stopped in the doorway of what appeared to be a sitting room. There, I found a bunch of kids who looked about my age. One was a tall guy with gray eyes and black hair. His arms were around a girl with red/brown kind of hair. Beside them was a blonde haired…violet eyed? That was weird…. Well, his arm was tossed carelessly over a short brunette with wide brown eyes and shoulder length hair. On the floor, resting against the brown sofa was a black haired guy with glasses with a raven haired girl with icy blue eyes. Sprawled across the couch, was a short kid who looked about six… What he was doing with a bunch of teenagers was beyond me. In two different chairs were a set of red headed twins with golden eyes which were locked on me.

"Hey, you guys aren't four…" I laughed slightly.

"Oh… You're that girl our mother's taking in?" The one on the left looked me up and down. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm just looking for my room so if you'll excuse me." I turned to leave. "Hey wait!" The one on the right called. "What for? You don't know me, therefore there's no possible conversation we could find common ground on." I shrugged and continued walking. "What if we actually got to know you?" A female voice asked. "I could lie." It came out as a sigh. I heard the slapping of two hands together then a "We found our entertainment." In unison. "Try anything funny, and I'll shove my foot up your ass!" I yelled from the top of the stairs.

I looked down from the top of the graceful staircase. I've just been torn away from my home in good ol' New York to live here? I untied my notebook and pen once more.

"Fall down large staircase."

After everyone finished introducing themselves which…I really didn't care all that much about, we sat down and began to eat dinner.

"So, do you like it here in Japan?" The black haired girl….Benji..? Or whatever her name was asked. I shrugged. "I'd rather be here than home with Kurt." I took a spoonful of soup. "Oh is Kurt your friend?" Liv asked. I spit the soup into Hikaru's face. He smacked his hands over his face and Liv and Benji held up score cards, from somewhere I'm not aware of, that read 10.

"Kurt is not my friend…He's my mother's newest husband. I've barely even spoken to the guy and yet, he's the reason why I'm here."

They gave me curious looks. "But how..?"

"I don't like talking to him so I must be a juvenile delinquent." I huffed. Before I began to rant, I sighed in an attempt to calm myself.

Hikaru collected himself and sent a scowl my way. I took another spoonful of soup. "Sorry, I didn't know how fragile men were around here."

His scowl grew. His gold gaze slid down my arm. "What's that?"

I looked down to the cheap homemade wallet journal strapped to my wrist. My right hand clasped it instinctively. "It's absolutely nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing…"

"I'm pretty sure…"

"It's something important…"

"Like maybe a diary…?"

I held up a hand to silence the two. "That's extremely annoying. Stop."

They smirked. "Fine, fine."

"Lucki, do you plan on wearing the uniform?" I remembered her name was Benji.

"I figured I had to so, I made my own personal edits when I was upstairs." I smirked this time. Haruhi cocked a brow. "What kind of edits?" She was the nosey one wasn't she? "It's my uniform. I'll do what I want with it." The answer was short and simple. "Listen, this has been a real slice of entertainment, but I found that gouging my eyes out with rusty nails would be just a tad more fun, so I'm gonna go back to my room." I edged away from the group.

I heard Benji click her tongue then Liv whisper, "Well isn't she just a ball of sunshine?"

Hohohohohohoho!

-Powerful motor-

Okay that's not exactly my thing but for the opening chapter, it was necessary.

I'M BACK AND I'M BADDER THAN EVER!

Okay once more I'm over reacting. So, what do you guys think of Lucki? Short opening I know, but I needed to keep it short and sweet so….my dear apologies

Now to formally state the fact that I'M NOT BETA'D!!!!!!!!!

Well, now, for the first time for this story, it's time to wrap up this bit of nonsense,

I'm ~*AAWAFDD*~ and even though it's only been four days, I missed saying that!