I sighed as I looked around the vast empty white expanse I found myself in. It was empty and much like a canvas, as the entire realm was filled with only light and white.
I almost felt like crying about it. I grit my teeth as I pulled at my short brown hair in frustration. God damn it! I was only coming back home after getting some last minute gifts for my younger sister and brother! I even got my mom a necklace and my dad a new toolset since he's been using his old ones for a while now! Fuck! I cried in my head.
Flashing images of my loving family members crossed my mind over and over again.
My mother, Katrina, the kind and snarky woman who was always helping around the house and never showed any sadness. She was always cleaning the house or whipping something beautiful in the kitchen, working her hardest for our sake. I remember standing by her, helping her all the time to help alleviate the burden and to learn how to do it in general. She was the one who showed me manners and how I should treat others and took pride in being the lady of the house.
My father, Jordan, the tough but caring man that he was, was the one who taught me what little I knew of boxing and karate and showed me how to build things and put things together. He was the one who showed me how to work on a car, how to build a small house, how to take care of my dog, and the four languages that I knew. He was always traveling abroad for work, and loved his family immensely. He taught me how to clean myself and how to be a man. He taught me English, French, Japanese, and Mandarin.
My younger brother by four years, Tristan, was a stuck up jerk most of the time and was usually the joker or class clown, able to make us laugh no matter the situation. He is also quite the softy when one of us gets sick and runs around the house trying to help us when we do.
My younger sister by two years, Sarah, is a snot-nosed brat all the way. She likes to brag to us about the ways she is able to get money from our father to go hang out with her friends. But she is surprisingly kind to only me in the whole family and looks up to me heavily, latching onto me all the time. She enjoys being pampered by me and is the only one in the family who is connected to me by the hip, so much so that our family jokes that she might be in love with her older brother, which gets her mad and makes us laugh.
My best friend turned brother, Andrew, who always stuck by my side and fought on my behalf, and sometimes against me when we would roast each other or wrestle with each other. He was a man who grew up in an environment that was the complete opposite of my own. His parents treated him horribly, constantly beating him and hurting him emotionally. When they died, we took him in and my parents adopted him, making him my brother in more than just name. Despite the pain and suffering and discrimination he suffered from as a black man in America, he worked hard to become a reliable and decent human being, and it was something I genuinely admired about him. His hard work ethic and the desire to become something greater than the environment he grew up in. He was a good contributor to why I had such a strong desire to be better and become the best as well. We became rivals, friends, and brothers.
My girlfriend of three years now, Bella Lee, an ABC (American Born Chinese) and raised here, and the best girlfriend I could ever ask for and one that my entire family adores besides my sister. She was a hard worker and was constantly pressured by her family to become a doctor one day, but she wanted to become a lawyer one day. She actually grew up not knowing much Mandarin and we bonded with the language since I am so heavily interested in learning about other cultures, arts, and languages. She was a beautiful lady and had an incredibly brilliant mind, one that only I could say was brighter, but not by much. She was also caring and loving, but was a pain in the ass half of the time and loved to mess with me. She would joke about the girls who would ogle me and even taunt them to 'join in the fun'. She was a jerk sometimes, but she was someone I could genuinely trust and love.

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FanfictionA young 17-year-old boy with a loving family, friends, and a caring girlfriend, finds himself killed by the merciless Truck-kun and reincarnated as Naruto Uzumaki with unique abilities from the Jujutsu Kaisen world that grows with him in this new wo...