The Jean Genie – Part 1 (Fixed)

This is the first story I’ve writtin, and I plan to continue. I hope you all enjoy! (I’ve fixed the story so that it won’t get removed this time!)
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Before we begin this story, I should probably tell you about myself. My name is Ryuugo Tsukibasa (pronounced “Ree-you-go”), and I’m 19-years-old. My heritage is mostly Japanese, but the only thing about my family now is our names. I have long, shaggy black hair that usually covers my deep blue eyes. I’m 6’5″, and rather skinny. I’m not overly muscular, because I never bothered to participate in Phys. Ed. in School, but I do go for a jog every morning evening to keep from getting fat. I wasn’t very popular in my last school. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of friends. It’s just that the kind of people we are… aren’t overly loved by the other kinds of kids in school. We’re what everyone calls either Goth, Emo, Scene, Mosher, you get the gist. We prefer the name Metal-Heads.

The reason I talk about school in the past tense is because I got expelled. I got into a fight with Chett Anderson, the stuck-up rich kid bastard jock that kept pushing me and my friends around like we were his toys. I’d had enough of it and made a stand. I miraculously broke his nose, to my surprise as much as everyone else’s, and I walked away unscathed. But that’s why I was expelled. I had to say goodbye to my best friends, the school I went to, and the town I grew up in. It was just dumb luck that we had to move to accomadate my Mom’s new job in California. And the day we move in is where this story begins…

I was sat in the passenger seat of my Mom’s car, with my 18-year-old sister Saki in the back, as we followed the moving truck to our new home. I had no idea what to expect, so I was hoping for at least a half-decent house and a half-decent room. We saw the truck stop suddenly, so we copied and climbed out of the car. I looked over to the house we stopped outside and I was gobsmacked. It was like a miniature mansion; three-stories high, wide and lengthy on each floor, a backyard pool, and a balcony attached to each bedroom on the top floor. My mother saw my stunned reaction, as well as my sister’s, and she giggled, “What? You didn’t expect something this glamourous?” She locked the car as she began walking to the front door, and my sister and I followed quickly.

The inside of the house was bigger than it appeared from the outside. I instantly began my exploration of our new domain, starting from the top floor. There were three bedrooms, two facing the pool, and the third facing the neighbourhood. One of the poolside rooms was the master bedroom, so Mom would naturally have that. I then yelled down the stairs, “Dibs on the other poolside bedroom!” And I got a response of my sister’s audible groan and my mother’s giggle.

I explored the rest of the house, mentally listing the rooms; an extra room on the top floor, 4 rooms on the middle, and on the ground floor, a joint kitchen-diningroom, another 2 rooms and a bathroom on each floor. I met Mom in the backyard as she was staring out to the ocean that was only a 10-minute walk from our home. My voice seemed to startle her, as if she was in some sort of trance. “Hey, Mom, since there’s plenty of spare rooms, can I have one them as a den of sorts? I could have it sound-proofed so that I don’t disturb anyone with my drumming.” She smiled her motherly smile and replied, “That sounds great, sweety. I paid the truck driver to leave the truck with us for a while, so we can decorate our rooms before moving all our stuff inside, okay? Go get Saki and wait by the car.” I nodded and ran back inside, finding Saki rooting through the kitchen’s cupboards. “Yo, Sis, Mom said to wait by the car.