The Transfer Student

Chapter 2: A Heated Dodgeball Game

"Class, let me introduce our two new classmates, all the way from America" the teacher smiled.

The teacher...or sensei in Japanese had pure gray hair that toppled over to one side to cover one of his eyes. He also had a mask on that covered his nose down. Liz and I stood at the front of the classroom and bowed nervously. We were supposed to bow here in Japan, right?

"My name is Elvira May" I said slowly.

"Elize Chiffon, but you guys can call me Liz" she introduced enthusiastically.

"Well, since you've introduced yourselves I'll follow suit! My name is Hatake Kakashi and I will be your sensei or teacher from where you come from" he smiled at us, "You guys can take a seat over there, the two desks that we have prepared for you" he pointed to the back of the class.

Two empty seats sat between two guys, one looked to be rather serious. The boy had fluffy, red hair and his shirt wasn't buttoned up to the top. The other boy was familiar looking.

"It's the guy from earlier, he showed us to the office" Liz nudged me.

"Oh, right" I mumbled back.

"What a coincidence" he smiled, "Welcome to Class A" he greeted as Liz and I took our seats.

"Thanks" I replied dully.

"Well then, let's start class" Kakashi smiled and began our geography lesson.

Liz and I had been taking advanced classes back in America and Japanese had been one of our strong suits, learning since the age of six. The stuff that Kakashi was teaching had been taught to Liz and I two months ago. I twirled my pencil in my hand and doodled on my notebook idly. Liz sent me paper airplanes with notes scribbled in it saying how bored she was and how much she missed America already. I sighed, I did too. I drew the American flag on my notebook, making it as pretty as possible. My hair fell around my face as I inked the words 'Long Live America' into my abused notebook.

"Bored?" came a calm, quiet voice.

It was that boy from before...what was his name again? Daisuke? Sake? Whatever.

"Yeah" I let out a long breath.

"Did you used to take advanced classes in America?" he asked.

I nodded again. I glanced at Liz from the corner of my eye to see her socializing with the red-haired boy, he now seemed gentle and kind.

"What's our next period?" I asked him.

He looked surprised that I had actually asked a question, "Um, gym, we have another half hour to go" he replied.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, "Thanks".

I leaned forward onto my desk and turned my head towards Liz, closing my eyes, "I'll wake you up" she promised and I mumbled back a thanks.

I fell into a half-conscious nap. I could hear everything around me but I was still at rest. A bell rang a while later, I had no idea how much time had passed but we were supposed to go to gym now. I got up and stretched.

"That was boring" Liz complained.

I picked up my bag and followed after the students filing out of the classroom, "Agreed".

We walked down to the first floor and entered the girls' change room. I pulled off my skirt and kicked it away and put on my basketball shorts.

"Let's go" I motioned to Liz and walked out into the gym.

The boys pointed and stared at me. I had no idea why, just a jersey over top a tank top and basketball shorts, what was so attention attracting about me? I tied my brown hair up in a ponytail and nearly choked on air as our gym teacher stepped out of his office.