The Move To Tokyo
By Campbell Matthews
A huge white house that was shaped like a box stood in front of me. I knew from looking around and seeing weird small houses that we weren’t in Texas anymore we were in Japan. As I push open the door to the huge white box a smell arrived at my face like a greeting. I had know idea what it smelled like but then as I step onto the icy cold floor I knew what it was. It was the smell of your grandparent’s house. I didn’t like it at first but I got used to it. White and black were mostly all my eyes could see. You would never find a house like this in the States.
“It’s so modern,” I told my mom. The floors are marble and there’s a lot of black and white. The first step I took on the white soft squishy and clean carpet was warm and cozy to my feet. I walked on the cozy carpet to two of the rooms beside the entrance.
My sister ran pass me and leaped into one of the rooms and yelled, “I call this room!”
I ran into another and said, “This room is way cooler than yours and it’s mine!” My mom made us stop yelling. I didn’t care, my mind was full of ideas on how my room would be set up. After waiting for what seemed like an hour the door bell rang. As my mom opened the door I saw some men dressed in sweat pants, high socks, and flip flops at the door. “Are those the mover guys?” I asked.
“I think so,” my mom answered.
That’s kind if odd but Yeah! I thought to myself, now I would get to see my room. “I hope the bunk bed is not too close to the ceiling” my mom said.
“Why would it be?” I said worriedly. “I know Dad can touch the ceiling but isn’t the bed shorter than he is?”
“We’ll see,” said my mom. I saw my mom walk around the corner and disappear. I followed her to another staircase.
“Wow!” I accidently thought out loud. “We have three floors!”
“Yeah,” said my mom. “I heard my friend say this house is owned by a Japanese rock star.”
“Really?” I said.
“Go check on your room they might be finished,” my mom said. I managed to find my way back to my room and that’s when I saw my bed.
Oh no!! I yelled in my head. My mom was right. It is too close to the ceiling. How would I get up there? Will I fit? All these thoughts were going through my head. I liked the bed a lot but I don’t know if I would be able to sleep at night. I guess we’ll see tonight when I go to bed.
“Campbell,” my mom called. “Dinner.”
“Coming,” I called back. At least we’ll have something good for dinner.
“Why do you look so worried?” asked my mom.
“I’m afraid that my bed is too close to the ceiling and I don’t know if I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“Eat your dinner and then we’ll see.” We had spaghetti that night. I’m glad we had American food unlike the food you get on the plane. “Go put your PJ’s on and brush your teeth I’ll be down there in a second,” my mom said.
“Okay” I said. After I did all that it was time to test how well I would sleep. After I told my mom and dad good night I was so tired I bet I fell asleep no longer than 5 minutes after I got in bed. I didn’t dream that night I was in a deep sleep but a sound woke me up. The sound was a bump coming from my sister’s room following by an
“Ow! That hurt!” I decided to go see if she was okay. The hallway was quiet but I knew my mom and dad were up because the hallway light had just been turned off. My sister’s room is right down the hall from mine so I can hear everything she does. As I opened the door I hear moving. Maybe she was getting up? I decided not to wake her. So I just went upstairs. My mom was up making coffee.
“Hi Mom,” I said.
“Good morning,” she said. “How did you sleep?”
“Better than I thought I would,” I answered.
“Are you tired from yesterday?” she asked.
“Very,” I said back. “I can’t wait to go back to Texas and tell all my friends what an experience this is,”
“It’s a one in a life time chance to come here especially live here,” My mom said.
“It really is different,” we said. “We have no backyard no land to run around in and it snow sometimes in the winter,” My mom said.
“In our house the toilets are heated and you have to push buttons to make the bath water come out of the faucet,” I said.
You like it though right?” My mom asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
There was a long pause then my mom said “You’ll regret it when you get older,” she said
“I know” I said back
“Tonight we’ll go to a Japanese place called Gonpachi,” she said “Then we can get out and see the city” when we got there, there was a sea of black hair and white shirts. Luckily we got an American waiter.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked. My mom and dad ordered for Macy and me. I guess they ordered fried squid because that’s what he brought us. So far that’s the weirdest thing I seen but there tomorrow and three more years ahead of me to see more strange things.