A month ago {Fujimoto Villa}
Fuyuhiro stood there, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with her snowwhite skin. Her mesmerizing greenishblue eyes, filled with a mix of sadness and determination, stared back at the Fujimotos. She wore a simple white tshirt and blue jeans, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the casual attire.
The twins, Sakura and Mai, were dressed impeccably in designer dresses, their perfectly coiffed hair and flawless makeup a stark contrast to Fuyuhiro's natural beauty. Their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fujimoto, sat behind an ornate desk, their faces twisted in disdain.
"You're nothing but a bastard, a product of an alcoholic father and a gambler mother," Mrs. Fujimoto spat, her words dripping with venom.
"Anyway we don't know who your biological family but rumor has it they are so poor they are almost homeless, listen hear Fuyuhiro, you will no longer have our family last name and you should return that doesn't belong to you," Fiona Fujimoto said coldly at the daughter she raised and she dislike so much.
Fuyuhiro stood her ground, her eyes flashing with a sudden spark of defiance. She crossed her arms over her chest, the simple white tshirt stretching taut against her curves. Her long, slender legs shifted slightly, but she remained rooted to the spot.
"So, what am I supposed to do now?" she asked calmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "You're kicking me out with nothing? No money, no job, no prospects?"
She glanced around the opulent room, taking in the expensive artwork and furnishings that had been her prison for so long. A bitter smile twisted her lips.
"I guess I'll just have to find my own way in the world."
"Sister don't be sad I know you are jealous," Mai said she is the one who came a month ago. Fuyuhiro narrowed her eyes before she chuckled because she has been raised next to Sakura since birth she can tell a white lotus right away no wonder these two are sisters both two faces just like their parents. Fuyuhiro mind was already wondering off.
"Fine I will leave but only tomorrow," Fuyuhiro said.
Fiona slammed her hand on the table.
"You….youuu…Fuyuhiro don't be ungrateful!" Fiona said.
"That's right don't be ungrateful," their eldest child who is their son who is twentytwo years old said and sneered he has never liked Fuyuhiro now he knows why.
Fuyuhiro's gaze lingered on her former brother, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes before she looked away. She knew she was better off without any of them. Turning on her heel, she walked out of the room, her head held high despite the heavy weight on her shoulders.
As she climbed the stairs to her room, Fuyuhiro's mind raced. She had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but she knew she couldn't stay here a moment longer. The Fujimotos had taken everything from her her identity, her selfworth, her future. But they couldn't take her spirit.
Entering her room, Fuyuhiro closed the door behind her and leaned against it, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her surroundings. This room had been her sanctuary, her refuge from the cruelty of her adoptive family. But now, it felt foreign, like a prison cell she was finally escaping.
Fuyuhiro sighed as she fall on her bed and she blinked few times before she clicked her tongue together. In truth everything she had is her own she paid for it. As she opened her laptop she searched for some jobs.
Huh application for a reality tv show? Using only 600 yuan…to survive for a month? Fuyuhiro was not scared she was 17 years so she applied.
Fuyuhiro walked for hours, her bag slung over her shoulder, the jade bracelet a constant reminder of the life she'd left behind. The streets were crowded with people going about their daily lives, unaware of the turmoil in her heart.
As the sun began to set, Fuyuhiro found herself in a unfamiliar part of the city. The buildings were old and rundown, the streets littered with debris. She felt a pang of fear, but she pushed it aside. She had to keep moving, to find a place to stay for the night.
She sat down and she looked around before she closed her eyes and slept on the streets that night.
The next morning, Fuyuhiro woke up to the sound of birds chirping. She stretched her sore muscles, her body aching from sleeping on the hard pavement. As she sat up, she noticed a group of people gathered around her, whispering and pointing.
"Are you okay, miss?" a kindfaced elderly woman asked, concern etched on her wrinkled features.
Fuyuhiro blinked, surprised by the woman's kindness. She looked around, realizing she was still on the streets, surrounded by strangers.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, brushing off her clothes and standing up.
"Just had a rough night."
The woman frowned, handing Fuyuhiro a bag of food and a bottle of water.
"You shouldn't be sleeping on the streets, dear. It's not safe. Why don't you come with me?"
Fuyuhiro nodded her head. The old woman Hina took Fuyuhiro to her apartment and told Fuyuhiro she can stay here as long as she wants the only thing she asked for her to help around the house and Fuyuhiro did not refuse!
She helped clean the house after she was finished she opened her phone and saw a message from the show crew
Hostess: Please tell me what is your income?
Fuyuhiro: do you hear the sound of begging? Even my ancestors are so poor that they didn't leave anything behind boo woo so poor that I must sleep in the street! 😢😢
Hostess: Tell me more about the?
Fuyuhiro typed easily.
Fuyuhiro was not the type to backstab someone so she did not tell about the Fujimoto Family just she has worked so hard since she was three years old.
Fuyuhiro: My poor ancestors are so greedy why not leave us some money 💴 tsk I am telling so so poor my stomach hurts 😢