Introductions

My name is Kaiya Himura. I'm eleven years old. The city where I live doesn't have a name. I might as well not have one either. I am nothing. Just a waisted pile of cells and blood. That's what this place is. No one cares about this town; it's the dirt under the ladies' Sally Hansen nails and the crunchy beetles crawling nightly throughout the high walls of their elegantly angelic ceilings. I am a beetle. I am dirt. I am an orphan.

Currently, I live with two old ladies. They might be sisters- I don't know. They are two psuedo-gypsies playing fake with tarot cards and afternoon bellydancing. They took me in at the age of six. We live in apartment 208.

You may be wondering why my name may sound so -you know- cultural. My father was Japanese and my mother was Costa Rican. They named me after my father's aunt or cousin. When I was born (in the unlucky slums of Japan), my parents did not want me. They put me up for sale- like you would a boat or a pet cat. To my surprise a young Englishwoman Mrs. James and her husband felt pity upon me and "purchased" me. They had been touring Japan for some reason,;they discovered me, and then they took me to their lovely little English house. Mrs. James taught me to speak English immediately. Dont know how she did it.

What happened between then and now is unclear to me...somehow. One way or another, I ended up in this junky city living with some freaks.