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The weather was disgusting.

Three days into his first week after arriving in England, and [b]Yang Sada[/b] hated living there. The sultry atmosphere of America was what summer truly was, and he was having difficulty adjusting to the gloomy environment. Even though he experienced numerous different climates and changes in his surroundings back in America, there was something about flying to the other half of the world that bothered him. Not only that, but his respectable sleep schedule had been thrown out of proportion.

[b]"You'll get used to it, Yang,"[/b] his mother would say, rubbing his shoulder.

The boy was not particularly interested in getting out of bed; Yang had slept in, once more. Rubbing his temples, he reached for the end of his bed and patted around until his fingers laced along the exterior of his cell phone. He raised it above his face and shielded his eyes from the villainous light with his other hand, peering through the crevices. The clock read 1:53 in the afternoon, followed by two missed conference messages from his mother. Yawning, he tapped the side to raise the volume, and played the first one.

The screen of his phone extended a display before him, legions of data instantaneously assembling into a hologram that consisted of an image of his mother's head, just above her collarbones. Color filled the picture soon after, detailing every little feature of his mother's face as her smile began to move.

[b]"Your dad and I have some business to do for the day; I need you to run to the market, and buy some snacks for our visitors tonight,"[/b] she stopped briefly, a laughing expression on her face as her eyes moved back to him. [b]"I left a list and some money on your table. Thank you so much! I'll see you tonight."[/b]

Sighing, Yang closed the message and scrolled to the second one, sitting upright to stretch.

[b]"Oh! I almost forgot,"[/b] his mom smiled widely, her hand coming into the hologram as her fingers showed a "victory" sign. [b]"I love you, honey! Be safe!"[/b]

Yang's lips curled up slightly as the message closed. Even though his parents were always busy and not around as much as he would have liked, he knew that they cared for him dearly. When he was young, he remembered when they told him that the reason he was their only son was so that they didn't have to love anybody else except for him. Feeling warm on the inside, he took a breath and rose from the bed, a small smile on his face.

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People did not look at Yang as he sifted through the crowds, and that was how he preferred it to be. With his hands in his pockets, his eyes remained glued downward with the occasional glance upward to make sure he was headed in the right direction. Yang's parents had taken him on a walk around Goldcrest on their first day, and it was his job to familiarize himself with the neighborhood. As the market boomed around him, he stopped momentarily to peer at the list he was given.

[color=8A2BE2][b]"Okay..."[/b][/color] Yang mumbled as he got a basic understanding of the list, but as he put it back into his pocket, he felt his body fall forward as a man shuffled past him. He grumbled as he fell to the ground and the man continued without a notice, puffing his cheeks and exhaling loudly to vent his frustration.