I woke up to a soft breeze and the sound of the 'whooshing' waters from the waves. The glistening light from the bright sun blinding me as it hit my hues.

"agh...who pulled the curtains opened" 

Blindly, I reached to the right side of the bed feeling for my phone. Once my fingers brushed by hit I used enough energy to grab it. Stomping was heard upstairs as well as the sounds of children. Hearing this I already knew everyone was up. I guess they were waiting for me.

After a while of adjustment, I look at the time planted on the phone screen.

9:46

Throughout my family, being a morning person was common, It ran through us like a gene. Everyone was up before or at 6. All except me, my weekends consisted of late nights which followed too late mornings. I wouldn't consider myself not a morning person though. I love the sounds of the wave and the melody's that the birds create. It was pleasing. 

"Time to get up and motivated" I self-spoke. " No one will do it for you"

I groggily get up unintentionally cracking my back in the process, finished with a silent ahh to get my day going. The slippers sat aligned near the edge of my bed, which I smiled warmly to myself as I slid my feet through them. I slid my self to the mirror. Checking myself. 

I'm not ugly, but I'm no model. I'm a normal teenager facing normal teenage problems. Acne and a hint of self-doubt hit me at times, it was easy to handle. It happens.

 I was blessed with a Tiny frail body, from my father. He probably weighs a little more than me..if not the same as me. My mother though is average. A little overweight some would say. I never saw it. My mom was hit with luck when it came to some things. Big breast, big butt. A pear shape-but also a time glass body shape. I took half from each. I came out as 'lucky'. I had a pencil-like waist but Medium oval hips which completed my butt as it stuck out just a little. I had small arms, small stomach but my breast look as if they don't belong to me. Large. It's a gift, but also hell. Rumors flew once, claiming I stuffed my bra, or I got plastic surgery. They eventually died off. The ones who believed it either pulled away or are still stubborn enough to believe it. My mother tells me to enhance it. Flourish it. Not for the boys but to show where I am from. She tells me that everybody is blessed and it'd be cruel to compare and my ungrateful for the one that you've got. I've never really liked the way I looked before, but as of now, I don't mind it too much.

I pulled away from the mirror and walked to my closet. It seemed like it was gonna be a really hot day. I pulled out a tie-die marroon shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, simple. I pull my hair into a messy bun and head upstairs. I live in a condo In Hawaii, not for long though. Two days were moving to Korea so we can be closer to our grandma and grandpa.

I'm a mix of Hawaiian and Korean. My father's origin is from Korea while my mother's Hawaiian. I Speak fluently in Hawaiian and I am close to fluent in Korean. We speak English here though so it's easier. 

"Morning, Akela" My mother greets me as she notices me shuffling into the living room to sit on the couch.

"Morning, Mom" I stretch my feet before sitting. 

"You're up earlier than usual. You got plans?" 

"Yea, but not till later. I guess I'm nervous to move" I scooch over to mom.  She pats my head as she turns down the TV.

"I know. You were raised here but you haven't seen your grandparents since you were like two or three. Plus, Mami and Papi are moving to the states anyways" She smiled and looks down at me.

I looked at my skin then backed up to her. "aren't Koreans like....really pale. Like, dad?" I ask nervously. The odds that I won't fit in were worrying me.

Mom clears her throat before continuing on "You" She pointed to me with a fierce index finger "Are a women of color, while of course someone there is not gonna fully accept you. You should be appreciative and happy for who you are." She leans back before continuing "Plus, That's what makes you special" 

I take her advice and start to ponder on it until she spoke.
"have you gotten everything packed?" I nod. "Ok well..Your brother and sister are pretty good at Korean, but they're not perfect yet...like you, they probably know 70 percent of it all..but still if they need help I need you to translate" She asks to me.

"Yea, but...why are you having them learn Hawaiian, English, and Korean?" I ask holding three fingers up.

"Well..Were so split in culture and I think you all should know Hawaiian for my side and Korean for your father, English is just a....lets say extracurricular at the moment" She looks back at the TV.

"Oh and-" I go to speak but she quickly interrupts me "no more questions for now. Have you had any breakfast yet?" I peel myself from her lap and head to the kitchen.

I greet dad as I walk into the kitchen. Dad usually cooked breakfast and Ro-Bin, my brother ate cereal as he watched videos on his phone and Arianna, my sister slurped some milk as she bit into her food.

If you're wondering where we got the names, how we came up with them...well here is how. Ro-bin was first born he is two years older than me at the age of 18 but he is doing his last year of high school. Mom and Dad were gonna have 3 kids and each diverse in culture with our names. Seol Ro-bin is from a Korean standard name. 

I was born next and my name was decided to be Akela, A Hawaiian based name. I am 16 turning seventeen in December. I am a junior in high school and I usually go with Ro-bin when I'm lost.

Last is Arianna. Arianna was born last and she is only 9. She's in 4th grade. Her name is American based. 

"I was gonna cook something but I was busy calling your schools to see when you start." Dad turns and looks at us, smiling.

"Oh? When do we start?" Ro-bin asked

"3 days to a week," Dad said cheekily

"I'm excited!"  Arianna smiled making a puddle of milk on the table.

"I know you are, but watch what you are doing. You got milk on the table" Dad grabbed a paper towel from the Roll and whipped the mess clean.

"I know you are good, Akela, Ro-bin but you miss Ari. Have you been studying?" Dad sat down at the table arms crossed with a soft smile.

"Yes~ I have," Arianna says in fluent Korean.

"Good job~ Your grandparents are so excited to see you! I've gotten a call everyday~" Dad smiles. I could tell he was excited to go back, he missed home.

Ro-bin gets up and cleans his bowl out.

"I can't believe we only have two days left!" He exasperated. "I'm so excited and nervous at the same time," He said smiling as he put his now cleaned and dried bowl in a box.

"You'll do great, guys." Mom comes in kissing the top of everyone's head.