Mou…another PoT OC romance story from yours truly, blackshadow878, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT. I only own Amy and her family.

Prologue

"She's going to make it! She's just at the goal! Come on Amy!" The announcer's voice rung out through the stadium as a girl with chin length brown hair and violet eyes ran around on the green field that was marked here and there with white lines. She had a slender body with long legs and thin arms that pumped at her side in a jogging form. The girl was wearing a blue uniform with blue and white shorts. On her feet sat white sneakers and next to her feet sat a ball with black and white spots on it. She kicking the ball lightly as she ran towards a netted object that had a person clad in black with their arms spread out, trying to block the ball as it was aimed at the back of the net.

"Score!" The announcer called out and everyone on the girl's team came and congratulated her. The girl smiled as she was tossed in the air, about to get the trophy.

"Here you…"

A girl cracked open her violet eyes and looked at the clock that was beeping towards the sleepy girl. She looked at the time that was read on her gray clock at say that it was only 7:30. The girl moaned and sat up, running a hand through her tousled brunette hair that sat on her head in a tight knot. She winced at the pain of the knot that hung on her head.

"Amy, wake up!" A woman's voice called up the stairs from the first floor of the two story house.

"Hai," The girl, Amy, called back down stairs from her plain old bedroom. She jumped out of bed, still a little sleepy, and walked over to her vanity table. She sat on the black stool that sat before it and looked at herself. She was in a good mood and her violet eyes shone with excitement. She grabbed her brush and ran it through her tangled hair with light strokes until it was smooth and soft to the touch.

Amy smiled, jumping off of the stool and running to her closet where she opened the wooden door and grabbed a short skirt that was blue, green, and gray plaid and a gray top with a blue and green tie. That was her school's uniform in her hometown of Berlin, Germany. In fact, she had lived in Germany since she was little. She didn't know where she lived before, but she knew she was Asian.

"Amy, here it up!" Her mother yelled again to the musing girl.

"I'm on my way mom!" Amy yelled out to her mother in a German accent.

Her mother said nothing more to say to her daughter as she continued to get ready for school. Amy walked into her closet and grabbing her black shoes that shone with the hint of freshly cleaned shoe wax. Amy pulled them on and ran out of her room, but not before grabbing her messenger bag on her way out.

Amy ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where her parents sat sipping coffee and eating some brown toast.

"Amy," Her father called out to her. He was big and bulky with black hair and black eyes. He had a few wrinkles on his face from being middle aged. "We have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Amy asked and looked at her mother who had the same brown hair as her daughter but she had blue eyes.

"We're moving," Amy's father told the girl.

"W-what? B-but what about soccer? I can't leave now. Not when we're aiming to win for our school!" Amy exclaimed to her parents, dropping her toast she had been nibbling on beforehand.

"Amy I know it's sudden, but my job transferred me to Japan." Amy's father explained to his distraught daughter that had her fists in tight balls at her sides.

"Where is Japan?" Amy spat at her parents.

"Tokyo, Japan." Her mother answered, watching her daughter cautiously.

"What about my friends?" Amy whispered, feeling tears well up under her eyes against her will.

"You can make new ones in Japan." Her father told her, sipping on his bitter tasting coffee.

"What about school? Do they have a soccer team?" Amy asked, raising her voice slightly.

"We already transferred you to Hyotie Academy. And they might have one. We aren't sure. We only know that they have great tennis team. Maybe one of them could teach you tennis." Amy's father stated to his child.

"Do we have to move?" Amy asked desperately. Her parents nodded to her and Amy's eyes stung from holding back her tears. She finally allowed them to fall and she croaked out, "When are we leaving?"

"In a week," Amy's mother calmly stated. Amy nodded to her parents and walked out of the house, letting her tears fall. There went her chances of becoming the number one middle school soccer player in Germany.

Mou…what did you guys think? Please review or favorite this if you like it! R&R!