The Hands of Life

Chapter 1: Precious Moment

People have this misconception that by moving around a lot you are hindered in the social aspects of life. I never was, not until recently. I was a happy child, but upon moving to a new state and a new school I began to diminish in brightness and by the time I started eigth grade I was a completely different person from where I had started. High School began like it would for anyone. I was glad that I was the youngest in my class because of skipping first grade. I never remembered that much about my younger grades, but I also never had a problem with older people.

I shook my head and looked down at the book in my lap. It was english of course, that was the language I was born into. It was titled The Thief Lord. I had gotten this book from one of my Seventh Grade English teachers. She was a mean woman, but the book was good so I went against refusing it. Deep down I wished that I was like Jo, not (who) how I am now.

"Psst. Hey, Lynn."

I sighed at the rude voice trying to get my attention. I look back through the crack in the airplane seats and whispered back, harshly,"What?"

I got a small shove from my mother, who had come back from the bathroom just than, and a tongue from my brother, Alex. He snickered and than decided to tell my why he wanted my attention.

"Do you have any chocolate left?"

I nodded and got out one of the many bite size bars of Hershey's. I handed one back to my brother and he greedily took it. I couldn't blame him though, he was only eleven. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes and was surprisingly tall for his age. He was 5'4", exactly the height I was. His eyes were Hazel, also like mine, but our attitudes and facial structures were much different. He was more lean than me, I was a little on the pudgy side in my opinion.

"We will be landing within the next fifteen minutes, thank you for fl..."

I ignored the automated voice after the sentence and listened as it went into all of the other languages. Spanish, Japanese, German, French, etc.

"Lynn, what does that mean?" Alex asked me, unashamed to not be able to understand the kanji on the sign in front of us.

I had once dreamed of being a linguist to be able to travel to all of the other countries so I knew English, German, Bits of French and Swedish, and now enough Japanese. Of course the languages I learned were all for different reasons.

"Tokyo National Airport. What do you need?" I asked him in rough Japanese, he was going to need to get used to hearing it come out of people's mouths.

"Uh... bathroom?" He asked in a question form. I grabbed his arm and began to pull him to where our mother already was. I looked at all of the people as we walked by and knew that we were definetaly out of place.

This is my first entry here on fanfiction and I am proud that it is. I have many other things to upload onto here, but this is thrilling to say in the least. This is the information about the character of this story since I feel that you need to know this much about her:

Name: Lynn Carmichael

Age: 14-15

Birthday: April 16th

Sign:

Height: 5'4"/164cm

Weight: 117.4lb./53.2kg

Hair: Light Brown Haie, Short Cut

Eyes: Hazel Eyes

Complexion: Olive

Dominant Arm: Right

Quote1: "A life in your hands is yours breaking."

Style: Has a fair amount of girly things and boyish things, she really has no preference on what she wears.

Location of Birth: Yukon, Oklahoma

Education:

St. Stephen's Catholic School - Grades 2[Alabama]

Mustang Elementary School - Grade 3[Oklahoma]

St. John's Catholic School - Grade 4-5, wks of 6[Oklahoma]

Mustang Middle School - 1/2 Grade 6[Oklahoma]

Donelson Middle School - 1/2 Grade 6[Tennessee]

West Wilson Middle School - 1/2 Grade 7[Tennessee]

Walter J. Baird Middle School - 1/2 Grade 7, 8[Tennessee]

Lebanon High School - Grade 9, part of 10[Tennessee]

Family: Johnathon Carmichael - Father [47]

Beatrice Lanston - Mother [40]

Alexander Carmichael - Younger Brother [11]

Kiriyama, Akane - Grandmother [72]