The year is 1903 just two weeks before Christmas. The Japanese cherry blossoms have withered way back when. The temperature has dropped to a freezing level. This however, couldn’t make Sakura happier, as images of Christmas dinner and presents started dancing in her head.
“Mother! Can you believe it? It’s our first Christmas in America! Oh I can’t wait! I hope Santa Claus can find us…” Sakura let the sentence hang, wondering, will Santa find her?
“Don’t worry about that. He is Santa Claus after all. Like a song says: He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. Santa Claus is coming to town.” mother sang as she tried to remember what in heavens name was the songs name.
“Oh mother! You’re so silly. The song is called Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.” Sakura giggled as she got up to help her mother dry the dishes.
“Of course it is. It just slipped my mind at the moment. I’m not used to these American songs and traditions.” mother said.
“Excuses excuses.” Sakura said as she rolled her eyes in emphasis.
(Scene Change - School) “Hey watch it flat-nose! I’m walking here yanno!” said a fifth grader. Others followed in suit.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.” Sakura said. The kid rolled his eyes.
“Just go back to Japan where you belong! We don’t want people like you in our school, even if we’re in the same grade.” the fifth grader left. Sakura felt a hot tear on her cheek. What did she do to deserve this?
(Scene Change - School - Class) Sakura stood in front of her classroom door. She was late. Again. She didn’t mean to be late so much! Some kids had pushed her into a closet and didn’t let her out until a minute ago.
‘This isn’t fair. What did I do to deserve this? I’m the only one that gets bullied. Even the smart kids don’t get beat up. It’s just me.’ Sakura thought.
(Scene Change - Home) “Mother, why? Why are we treated like this? The teacher made me wash the windows and scrub the floor with a toothbrush as a punishment. A toothbrush! Mother, I can’t take this!” said Sakura.
“Oh dear I’m so sorry. We are different. People in this country don’t seem to like different.” her mother explained.
“But…” Sakura couldn’t finish, she was too shocked to do so.
“However, it doesn’t mean that you have to let it get you down! Now, please, wipe those tears off your face and show me your smile. After all, pretty girls don’t cry.” mother said trying desperately to cheer her daughter up.
“Okay mother.” Sakura said trying to shake off the sadness.
“That’s my girl! Now lets get you ready for bed.” said mother.
“Oh, yeah! Mother, how is work?” Sakura asked.
“ Oh.. well you see, I was fired.” said mother as she herself felt like crying her heart out. But she won’t. She must be strong, for her and Sakura.
“Really? Oh mother I’m sorry for bringing this up.” said Sakura as she started to think of ways to get her mother her job back.
“It’s alright my dear. They fired me because I’m Japanese.” mother was having a hard time holding back tears as she said this.
“Mother, are we freaks?” Sakura asked as she was slowly sinking into depression.
“No we aren’t! We are different. That is not a crime! Don’t let them get to you!” mother preached.
“You’re right. I’m going to bed. Good night.” Sakura left without giving her mother a hug and kiss.
“Oh God, please, let this be alright.” mother prayed as she too left the living room.
(Scene Change - Sakura’s Room) Sakura was killing time. She couldn’t sleep. Not after just learning that she wasn’t liked. So she is writing a letter, to Santa.
“ Please Santa, answer my wish” Sakura pleaded.
“ I wish for someone understanding. Someone who won’t hate me for what or who I am. Please Santa Claus, you’re my last hope. Love Sakura.” Sakura said as she read aloud the letter. Sakura took an envelope, put the letter inside, and licked the sticky part.
This is her last chance at happiness. Please Santa, let us be happy, at least, until Christmas. Sakura knocked out, dreaming of a wonderful Christmas, like the ones she used to know.
(Scene Change - School - Class) Sakura was bored. No, scratch that. She was about to die of boredom. Today seemed to be a good day and it was boring her into oblivion.
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Behind it, a girl.
‘She must be new.’ Sakura thought praying for her not to bully her.
“Attention class! Today we have a new student joining our class. I am pleased to introduce to you Sally.” said Mrs. Demnark.
“N-nice to meet you. My name is Sally. Nice to meet you.” said Sally, who at the moment, seemed to be really nervous.
“Sally, please sit next to…” Mrs. Demnark looked around the class looking for an empty seat.
“Sit next to the Japanese girl.” said Mrs. Demnark as she slyly shuffled away.
Sally sat down next to me. She seemed nice. But Sakura wasn’t sure, the others did too…
“Ah, sorry! I’m Sally nice to meet you!” whispered Sally trying not to get in trouble on her first day. Sakura couldn’t believe it. Is this a dream? Santa.. thank you.
“Oh, sorry for delaying, my name is Sakura.” whispered Sakura back trying not to get in trouble again. Scrubbing floors with a toothbrush was something that she only wanted to do once in a lifetime.
“Sakura.. what a beautiful name. Hmm, Sakura, I like you. Can you be my first friend? After all, you look like the nicest person in this room.” said Sally.
“I would love to.” said Sakura. Her first real friend. Thank you Santa, thank you so much.
Years passed and Sakura and Sally were inseparable. It turned out that Sally’s dad was the head of a big-shot business. He offered Sakura’s mother a job as his secretary. Sakura couldn’t believe her luck. So even after all these years, no one could tell Sakura that Santa Claus didn’t exist. Santa Claus indeed came to town.
This story is the transcript text of a childrens book I have to write for Social Studies. That is why
there isn't much information on the characters.
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