Travel Blog

       This is the travel blog. Whenever a doll is on the way here, she edits this page. This is also used by girls/dolls when at friends houses, at camps, and want to tell about a journey that they had in their life(i.e. Ami and Mimi coming to the USA, Kaya at music camps, City traveling. Ivy coming to TX, school transfers, etc.).
February 13th, 2011. Colorado. Kanani Akina.
   Ugh! I can't believe Celeste! She, of all people, should be happy for me! When I go to visit her before I left, she screamed and told me my name was weird. Kanani isn't a common name in Texas, and she made me notice how I would probably be rejected and ignored after I got there. I sprinted  home, tears streaming down my cheeks.
    "What is wrong little one?" came a voice from above me. I snap my head up, surprised by the shadow of my Aunt Lea.
    "I have the world's weirdest name! It sounds like Panini, I'm a sandwich!" I sob heartbroken, "My best friend in the world isn't happy for me that I got in to Cedar Heights..."
   "Kanani, no, your name is beautiful. It even means beautiful! But, if you do decide to change your name, you could go by Ana, Ani, An, Kan, Kana, or Kanan. Celeste is going to miss you! This is probably her way of coping with you leaving. Do you feel better Kanani?" Aunt Lea sighed lovingly.
   " Yeah, thank you. I'll think of the name thing on the plane." I mutter, though only slightly better.
 "The plane! Kanani, hurry, we have to get to Honolulu in 15 minutes! Get your bags!" She panicked as we ran off to the car.
     So, after a long plane ride, I still haven't thought of a name for myself! Maybe you're not supposed to name yourself. I'm pretty sure I'm going with Ana, pronounced Ah-NAH, or Ona. That sounds good, doesn't it? I have to get on the train now. Only 6 more days until I arrive at Cedar Heights!! Yay!
February 8th, 2011. Hawaii. Kanani Akina.
   It was a breezy Sunday morning when I received my acceptance letter from Cedar Heights. I was sitting in my room with my best friend, Celeste, when a knock came on the door. Jumping up, we rushed to the door. 
"Kanani Mila Akina?" the postman questioned.
 Breathing out a sigh of hope, I muttered "Yes??"
 "You've received an official letter from the Cedar Heights School of Fine Arts  for Young Women at Texas. I hope you got in, it's a great school."
 "Thanks a lot sir!" I stuttered, gripping my letter, eagerly waiting to see what the results were. With Celeste trotting along beside me, we shot into my room like speeding bullets. Opening the delicate envelope, I read aloud excitedly:
       Dear Kanani M. Akina,
     Your proposal to attend Cedar Heights School of Fine Arts for Young Women at Texas was read and debated amongst our acceptance counsel. You are hereby invited to attend Cedar Heights was accepted and approved by myself, Headmistress Patricia R. York. Enclosed are plane tickets to the location of our school, and you are expected to vacate your location by Friday, February the 10th. You will then take a train from Colorado to Texas, where you will be expected by February the 19th, 2011. Kudos on your acceptance Kanani Akina, your future will hopefully be brightened by out gracious staff and students.
Signed,
       Patricia Roseanne York, Headmistress. 
    Squealing  in complete joy, I hop up and down like a three year old in line for a pony ride.
  "Celeste, isn't this wonderful? I got accepted!! EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" I screech excitedly as I turned around to face her crying.
"What's wrong?" I ask worriedly.
 "I'm not going to see you again!" Celeste sobs, as she storms out of my house...