"No! I am not going!" You hissed, pulling the blanket over your eyes.
Your mom pulled the blanket off the bed ,"Get out. NOW!" she threatened in irritation, shooing you off of the bed.
Lazily getting off the bed, you fell with a loud 'thump and ended up falling onto the hard floor, forcing yourself to stand up. "I know I am going to hate it. Why can't you just get me a private tutor or something?" you tiredly snarled, you weren't very social, the maximum friends you would ever have were at least two or maybe three.
"Just go, you will be late."
"Whatever." You remarked, walking pass your mom as your mom made herself comfortable on your bed, she seemed quite tired, seeing that she stayed up unpacking things with your dad. You walked out of your room and went to the end of the hallway where the bathroom was.
It took you less than thirty minutes to come out of the bathroom; you went towards your room and towards the closet, wondering what to wear.
Your mom yawned, getting up ,"You won't be wearing your normal-day outfits..." she murmured, scratching her back as she went outside and in a moment, she came back, holding a uniform ,"... because you will be wearing this from now on. I ordered them early. Fortunately, they delivered it early."
You were absolutely speechless.
"______?"
You didn't say anything.
"______?"
You nervously gulped ,"I-I.. I have to wear that hideous looking thing?!" you screeched, pointing at the uniform your mother held. You felt like you were going to vomit, today was not your day.
You mom gave a questionable look and stared at the uniform ,"Oh, gomen. Wrong one." she uncontrollably giggled and walked out of the room to fetch the right school uniform.
You sighed in relief.
She then came back, revealing a whole different uniform ,"What do you think?"
Your eyes widened ,"This one is just as hideous looking!" you groaned, you jumped onto your bed, screaming into your pillow to drown out your anger. Once you released all of your anger, your got up and quickly took away the uniform from your mom ,"Yeah, just get out. I need to change." You bitterly retorted, once she had left, you closed the door, changing into that hideous outfit.
You opened the door, trying to pull down the skirt, it just wouldn't go down! You walked down the stairs, attempting to pull down your skirt.
"Whats the matter?" Your mom echoed from the kitchen.
"It's this dumb skirt! It's short!" You scowled, you released a frustrated groan, surrendering to pull the skirt down. You grabbed your backpack that was still on the floor from yesterday and threw it gently on the table and sat on the chair.
"Here's your breakfast." Your mom yawned, handing over a burnt toast ,"... and a map." She drew out a map and gave it to you as you stuffed your mouth with the piece of burnt toast.
"Aren'tch 'y goin' 'tcha drive meh there?" You questioned, gulping the last piece of toast. You cleared your throat, looking at the map with a completely lost face.
"No, the school isn't that far from here, so you can walk. Now get going!"
"Right, right..." You nonchalantly spoke, grabbing the map and headed out with your backpack. Maybe you can ditch school, it wasn't like they were going to care... right? You unfolded the short map, stopping in front of your house. You looked from right to left. You turned the map around and looked from right to left once more ,"I guess it is this way?" you sighed, beginning to walk towards the right.
You glanced at the map for the fiftieth time, this map wasn
t really helpful at all! "Ugh..." you groaned, setting your backpack on the grass. You fell back on the grass, your hands behind your head. I guess I'l be late to school. You thought, you could have followed other people who had the same uniform as yours, but... it was just too bad that you were late and there were rarely any students walking around.
"Great..." You murmured under your breathe. You sat upright, stretching and grabbed your backpack. You thought about leaving back to the house. Yeah, that was the only choice you had. You stood back up, dusting your skirt. You turned towards the direction where your house was, but stopped when you saw a familiar looking boy walking in your direction. Maybe I can get some directions. Oh, wait, I cant speak Japanese.. I'm doomed...
You continued to stare at the boy as the boy came walking closer and closer until... he just walked right past you. You looked over your shoulders, he didn't even seem as if he was interested in helping someone as helpless as you. You frowned, thinking that he wasn't able to comprehend English ,"Jerk..."
The boy looked over his shoulders and glared at you ,"It isn't very nice to stare... jerk." he replied back in English - accent-free. He turned back forward and continued to walk, leaving you amazed.
You ran towards him ,"You can speak English?"
"You just heard me, didn't you?" The boy rudely snarled, he didn't even look at you.
What a rude guy! You wanted to yell at him, but you shrugged it off ,"Do you know where is... uhh... Seishun Academy Junior High?" you asked, mouthing the word Seishun over and over, wondering if you got it right.
The boy just kept quiet.
You started to get agitated at his silence ,"Aren't you going to tell me?" you pursued in an annoyed tone of voice. If he wasn;t going to answer, you were definitely going to blow.
The boy just kept quiet - again.
"Thats it, I've asked you nicely an-" You trailed off, noticing that you both were now at a school, you also noticed some girls wearing the same uniform that you were wearing ,"Oh... umm, thanks." You spoke, scratching your head as you continued to follow him, looking around. You froze.
No! Wait, he's heading in the school! Does that mean... No! Turn back! Back! Ooo, too late, he went in.
He... He is an actual student here?! I am going to be so miserable here! You growled, you clasped your hands together, hoping that he wouldnt be in the same class as you. You walked into the school, you were receiving many unwanted stares from some girls and a few guys.
"Is she a fan of Ryoma-kun? I saw her walking to school with him!"
"No way! I never saw her in the fanclub!"
"W-Wait... does that mean she is Ryoma-kun's friend?!"
You glanced at the girls, who exactly is this Ryoma-kun? Wait a minute... - a fan? You? Nooo, why would they think that?
You squinted your eyes, noticing many signs were in Japanese. You mentally slapped yourself on the head ,"Way to go, _____." you murmured to yourself, you didn't know how to read Japanese. You looked around, wondering where that guy you have seen had went to. Where is he when I need him?
You walked around for nearly thirty minutes - non-stop. The hallways were empty and only your footsteps would be heard. I am sooo late for class, but they probably wouldn't care, just like my old school. You sighed, leaning against the wall and pulled out a cell phone, you wanted to call your best friend, but you immediately stopped yourself from calling and shoved your phone back into your backpack.
"That's right, America is in the other side of the world now. That means it is night over there." You grimly sighed, sliding against the wall until you hit the floor with your bottom ,"I hate this so much." you mumbled, pushing your hands through your tangled hair.
You pulled your knees up to your chin as a shadow plagued over you. You looked up, noticing an old woman that looked older than fifty years old.
"Why aren't you at class?" The old woman strictly asked, she placed her hands on her hip. She had an auburn colored hair, tied back into a pony-tail. She also seemed pretty athletic and in a healthy shape unlike other old people. She cocked a brow, examining you ,"Are you a new here?"
You gave a small nod.
"What's your name?"
"______ Leidoh." You bitterly muffled.
"Follow me." The old woman instructed, gesturing you to follow her as she began to walk away, you stood up and followed her into her office. The old woman sat on her chair as she began to pull out some files ,"Konomi, Takeshi; Kirisaki, Hikari; Akimoto, Naomi; and.. Aha! Leidoh, _____!" she smiled, pulling out your records. "Well, from here, just go onto Class 2-D." She laughed.
"Ah, but..." You trailed off, shifting your eyes around ,".. I-I am sorry, but I can't read Japanese, and I... - " you stopped right there, thinking that she didnt know English.
"English-speaking, eh?" She sighed, she pressed a button on the wall and yelled at the monitor ,"Bring in Echizen into my office immediately!" she took a deep breathe and smiled at you ,"Don't worry, someone will come here and help you with your Japanese."
"Echizen?" You murmured under your breathe, looking around for this person named Echizen. You jumped up when you heard the door loudly open. You turned around, your right eye twitching. "Heck. No." you hissed, pointing at your new translator ,"Does it really have to be this guy?!"
The old woman nearly fell down from her chair ,"Y-You met?"
"Well, I guess you can say that, but I don't like him! Can you give me someone who is more refined and gentlemen-like?" You complained, you glanced at the annoyed-looking boy, he seemed like he didn't want to go around and translate for you.
"Well, he is one of the best students who knows English fluently." The old woman spoke, putting her chin onto her palm as she stared at you for your next answer.
"Isn't there anyone else?" You questioned, you were prepared to get on your knees and beg ,"Anyone! Just as long as it isnt this guy!"
The old woman rose a brow, she didnt really understand what you said. She gave questioning eyes towards the boy.
The boy sighed ,"'Isn't there anyone else? Anyone, just as long as it isn't this guy.'" He dully replied back in Japanese, he repeated everything you had said, but he didn't really have as much emotion to it.
The old woman laughed ,"I am sorry, Leidoh, but this guy is the only one who knows English in your grade; although... there is Fuji, too." she explained, she got up from her chair and walked towards the both of you, putting one hand on the boys shoulder and the other hand on yours ,"Now, why don't you introduce yourselves?"
You turned to the boy, crossing your arms ,"... _____ Leidoh..." you murmured in an unfriendly manner. You frowned, you didnt really like this guys personality.
"Ryoma Echizen." He plainly introduced, digging his hands into his pockets as his bold orbs bored into yours.
You both stared at each other in silence.
It seemed as if you both were having a staring contest of some sort.
The old woman rose a brow at both of your weird antics ,"Since Echizen here will be helping you with your Japanese classes, all you have to do is follow him around since you will have the same classes as him." She stood up from her chair and cut in between you two ,"Okay, Echizen, go and show her around the school already." she commanded, but you two continued to glare at each other. She rubbed her head, not wanting to get a headache at this and shoved you guys out of her room.
You stared at Ryoma who began to walk away, you stood dumbly on the same position as he kept walking.
Ryoma stopped and looked back right at you ,"Coming or not?"
You frowned and quickly followed him, looking around at your surroundings as Ryoma began to gesture his head towards the areas of the school. You simply nodded at the places he spoke of, so far he had shown you the library and the cafeteria. You blinked as he began to lead you outside towards a tennis court, you stared in awe. They actually have tennis courts here? You wondered, placing your fingers on the fence as you stared at some tennis players facing each other.
Your eyes widened at their speed and skills, you never seen anyone this good at tennis! Well, actually, this is the first time you ever seen someone play tennis.
"The Seigaku Regulars." Ryoma informed, looking unfazed at their skills.
"They are really good..." You murmured while staring at a guy with a bandana around his head.
Ryoma shrugged ,"Mada mada dane." he spoked and began to head back into the building.
"Do you play tennis?" You randomly questioned, you recalled him holding a racquet the first day you saw him when you moved into the house.
Ryoma smirked at your question and gave another shrug ,"I don't know."
"Liar." You scowled, you already disliked this guy, you already decided that he was the problem for making your stay here at Japan even worse. It took him nearly twenty minutes for him to show you around the school, which was actually unusually quick, considering that the school was actually huge.
Soon, he stopped in front of a classroom and turned the knob and opened the door, revealing many students and a teacher. He walked towards the teacher and spoke some words that you weren't able to make out, he then walked over towards his desk and sat there, glancing at you.
"Well, class, today we have a new student from the Unites States of America." The teacher announced, causing the class to whisper to each other in amazement and awe ,"... unfortunately, she doesnt know as much Japanese, so please help her around if you may." he finished, the class looked at each other and began to talk aloud, thinking that you weren't able to understand them.
"She's pretty cute." A boy smirked.
"She looks kind of airheaded, do you think she'll go out with me?"
"Dude! A chick from America! Nice...!"
Air... headed?! You cracked your knuckles, wanting to beat the guy who have said that up, but you held yourself from doing so as you tried to not look airheaded, instead, you changed from dazed-to-irritated.
The teacher glanced at you and blinked. He, too, thought you didn't know any Japanese and began to speak in broken English to you ,"Explain yourself." He nervously replied, wondering if he said it right.
You smiled and nodded, his accent was actually pretty funny, but you kept it in. You walked in front of the class, beginning to speak ,"I am _____ Leidoh and I recently moved here." you shortly explained, staring at the class of nearly forty students.
Some girls snobbily stared at you and snorted, while others gave a nervous smile and waved.
You almost jumped when one boy jumped up from his seat and began to yell something in Japanese.
"I am Horio and I have two years of tennis experience! If you need any help in that subject, you can always call me and Ill be there for you!" The boy named Horio cried, winking at you as he sat back right on his desk.
"Horio-kun, she doesnt know Japanese." A mushroom-headed boy whispered, tugging on Horios weirdly colored shirt.
"Eh? Really?" Horio laughed, scratching his head as he looked around, noticing that a lot of the students were laughing at him ,"... I didn't know."
You wanted to laugh at the boy's dumbness, were all Japanese like this? Well, Ryoma wasn't.
The teacher pointed at Ryoma and stared at you ,"Go back of Ryoma."
You slowly nodded and slowly made your way around the students whose eyes were all following you. You felt a little agitated, but you made you way towards an empty desk that was behind Ryomas desk ,"Hey, Ryoma, when is this class-" You were cut off by a random girl who squeaked in astonishment.
"She called Ryoma-kun - Ryoma*!"
(*without adding any honorables, it means that you are either a lover or a really close friend, or just a relative.)
"Eh?! I-Is she his girlfriend?!"
"N-No! I-It cant be!"
You coughed as you heard that, you stared at Ryoma who was actually falling asleep during a time like this! What was wrong with calling him Ryoma?! But YOU? His girlfriend?! T-That was just unthinkable. You wished you could say something, but you couldnt. Could this day get any worse? How can people think I am HIS girlfriend?! you banged your head onto the desk, groaning as people stared at you weirdly.
Time passed and in each period, a different teacher came in. You thought it was strange. Back in America, the students would go into each different classes instead of the teachers.
Finally, the bell rang and Ryoma continued to sleep. Many students ran out as you were the only student in the classroom. You grabbed the many heavy books and began to get off your chair. You walked pass Ryomas desk and stopped right there. You smirked and dropped the books roughly beside his head, causing him to jump up from the loud slam. You chuckled and grabbed your books as you walked out the classroom, waiting for Ryoma out in the hallway.
You grinned as Ryoma walked out of the classroom, scratching his head with a vacant stare. You then ambushed him ,"Hey, where are we heading next?" you curiously asked, walking beside him.
"I don't know..." Ryoma blankly stated, heading towards the boys locker room.
"What kind of answer is that?!" You huskily murmured, you looked around your surroundings, only to notice a sign written in Japanese, you walked into the room, not knowing that you were in the boys locker room. You stared at Ryoma, wondering what he was doing as he began to take off his school jacket and began to unbutton his shirt underneath it. Your eyes widened as you covered your eyes ,"W-What are you d-doing?! Don't do that in here!"
Ryoma vacantly turned his attention towards you and took off his button-down shirt as he was now bare-chested ,"Read the sign." He simply replied, gesturing his head over towards a sign. He took out a shirt that was in his locker and put it over his shoulders.
"Huh?" You turned towards a sign and blinked ,"... Uhh... so, what does it say?"
Ryoma shrugged as he began to take off his pants.
You turned to Ryoma, surprised that he was actually going to take off his pants in front of you! You turned around, closing your eyes shut ,"My eyes...!" you cried, running out of the boys locker room.
Ryoma rose a brow ,"What?" he murmured in agitation, taking off his pants to reveal that he was actually wearing black shorts underneath his pants. He picked up his tennis bag and walked out.
You opened your eyes, gulping, making a note to yourself that you should watch where you are going. You looked over your shoulders, glaring at Ryoma ,"You should have at least told me that was the boys' locker room, you dork!"
*Click*
Did anyone enjoy the story? Well... I hope you guys did! ^^- Heehee~, anyways... uhh... well, I forgot what I was going to announce... -_-'' Umm... yes. Forget what I said in the beginning.
