DEBBIE HUGHES<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/WoLToto2.jpg)</div>The letters were impossible to read without a dictionary, which I luckily had brought with me, three to be more accurate. The lines appeared to be drawn by a three-year old, though I could live with that. What made it so hard was to know when each word ended and when the next one started. The combination of Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji made the use of three dictionaries instead of one necessary. Why did I buy the half-translated version anyways? The man in the store said that it had more of an impact, but how much impact could it have when I had to open and close the dictionaries all the time?<br/><br/>The book itself was a simple black book with golden letters on the front simply saying "Ningen Shikaku" while right under, it said "Disqualified from being human" which was a bad translation, as the correct translation would be "No Longer Human" which sounded a lot better as well. However, I could live with that. The novel itself was depressing to read, because of the deep content, not because it was bad, which it most certainly wasn't. It was just... What would an adult say... Out of her age group? I didn't know really. Regardless, it was hard to put away despite that I had to check up every third page or so because of the weird lines that apparently formed words.<br/><br/>I bit my lip near the end of it, not wanting it to end. Reading in a car was a real pain really, especially when I had to jump between the dictionaries as well. Despite that I picked up a little bit of it, reading the book was still ridiculously hard to read. Yet, it had the biggest impact a book probably ever had on me. It was a strange book, with a weird plotline and all that, though still, I couldn't help loving it, it was incredibly great, and I knew I'd read it again at some point.<br/><br/>Just when I shut it, I heard Angela talk about sleeping arrangements and I looked up, packing away the dictionaries as well as the book itself, sitting back properly in the car seat again. I got to share room with Edward? This would be great! Though I couldn't say that, it would be dumb and I'd look weird from the first minute, something I most certainly didn't want. "It's fi-" She interrupted me. Out of all the rude things she could have done, she didn't even give me time to respond. Even though we were agreeing, she still opposed me. Though, it was kind of cool though, that she was so certain in her choices that she didn't even need people to get time to respond before ending the discussion. No wonder it was mum that was in the economical pit of despair in this psychotic thing we called society and fair trade. Suspension for disbelief was just words, I wasn't able to believe that the law-system could hit her down so hard. Yet, it did, with the iron fist of justice. Pfft, justice. Yet another meaningless word.<br/><br/>The house was amazing. A piece of architecture I had never seen anything similar too. The lines felt like they were just paced in the ground upon the first look, making it uneven and about to fall. However, after closer inspection, I could see both how well constructed it was and how incredibly cool the building was. It felt less and less weird and more and more... Well, cool was the most fitting word, without using meaningless words like incredible. Despite that I'd miss all my friends, I could still contact them through the macbook in my bag, barely saved from the loansharks, using that they were obligated to have a laptop at school, and that it wasn't paid down yet. So since they technically didn't own their laptops, they still belonged to the state, they were saved. That was about it though, anything else that was expensive enough to be insured was taken, which was kind of a shit feeling.<br/><br/>After stepping out of the car, I took my backpack which had till then been between my legs over my shoulders, before walking over to the van with the bags and such. At the moment I was wearing a pair of simple jeans,  not especially tight-fit or sexualized, as well as a rather boring red-ish floral top. On my feet, a pair of simple, thin shoes. Why would I want anything thick anyways? It'd just be warm, I wasn't that concerned with the current fashions, if people liked me and thought I was cute the way I was, it was perfect. The letter from the doctor was tucked somewhere in my backpack as well. I look over at Edward and nod towards the van to avoid being too obvious towards mother, I highly doubted that Angela would comment anything we did really, she didn't know us after all.<br/><br/>I took one of my own bags as well as one of Edwards and threw them over to him, before taking two bags of a more or less similar size, but that I knew was lighter. I smiled and started to walk towards the large house, giving one of the two servants a light wave. I wasn't sure which one of the duo it was, but it didn't matter though, there was close to zero percent chance that I'd be straight out asked "What's my name?"<br/><br/>I headed upstairs and looked around, trying to remember. I hadn't seen any veranda up front, so I guessed it had to be on the back. I ended up with walking through mother's room and through the balcony, which had a beautiful view, for then to find the twin room that me and Edward would be sharing from now on. I also found the door that we would probably have used, so I left it open before walking downstairs again to pick up the one last bag. I had to practically crawl into the van to reach it, but I grabbed it with one hand and pulled it with me. It was all for the sake of looks naturally. If it wasn't for the fact that there were new people around me, I'd naturally command Edward to go down and get it. However, as it was not, it'd look better if I picked it up.<br/><br/>The room was surprisingly spacious for a twin room, I hadn't thought about it before then. It had more space than an average twin room would, but then again, the house had more size than an average house had as well. I fell back on the bed closest to the bathroom and sighed slightly while I looked up at the roof. I couldn't help smiling though. The bed was comfortable, surprising considering that the room probably had never been used so the beds had then again probably never been tested.<br/><br/>"Hey, Edward. How do you think this'll be?" I asked, looking up at the roof. "I think it'll be good really, though I'm curious of what Angela meant earlier when she talked about the bottom floor. I only picked up about half of it, but it was something about... Gah, I don't remember... What did she say about it?"