Namimori: Reborn (KHR Fanfic) *Discontinued*

Chapter 5

        There I was sitting in the last class before lunch break. English. I was overly advanced in the classes with the exception of being below basic in Japanese History/Language. It's not like they taught it in America.

        I am a 27 years-old, I know this stuff. Well not anymore I am now 14, born 14 years ago. The only thing that is 27 are my memories. I am 14 I have existed for 14 years. My mind cannot fathom my age anymore. 14. 14.

        I sighed staring at the board. I literally read these sentences back in elementary school.
I'm so bored. So far the students throughout the day have been nice. No one really annoying. Its better then where I came from as far as I can tell. I started to daydream. I stared out the window. What classes do I have next?

        "KAI-SAN! I would much appreciate it if you payed attention to the lesson you might learn something."

        "I am bored though."

        "Well, I'm sorry, but are you fluent? No. So you have to learn."

        "...Actually...I am fluent."

        The teacher stared straight at me.
She started to speak in english.
        "Are you sure?"
I replied back with my sweet childhood language of English.

        "I am absolutely positive."

        "Oh. I see. Can you read the paragraph on page 387 of the text book for me?"
She turned speaking to the class in Japanese "please copy down the sentences from the board while I am speaking to her."

        I flipped my book to the page and read aloud, "Although the English language may be different to the Japanese language, it is incredibly useful in many different contexts such as doing business. Many countries use English as their secondary language because it is the main language spoken among international trades and businesses. The reason why....etc......."
The teacher stood there quite impressed. The classroom was silent listening intently at us.

        "Well, that was lovely. I would like to speak to you at lunch."

        The bell rang, I stood at the front of the class as students filed out. The teacher faced me. "You are an incredibly advanced young lady, how? May I ask."

Explanation. Oh.

        "It is simply knowledge gained over the course of a few years."

        "You are far too advanced in this class. I'll have to transfer you to another language class, or would you rather have an advanced english class?"

Oh. Well then.

        "Another language class. I already have english down."

        "Okay you'll be transferred within the next two days. What language?"

        "Surprise me."
        I walked out the door. Grumble. Hunger is hitting. First off finding a quiet place.
I walked around finding a small garden-like area at the side of the school it somewhat unpopulated, filled with benches and vending machines filled with drinks and snacks. Taking out some money I got myself a can of orange juice.
I sipped from it and sat down at an empty bench staring up the sky. I listened to the wind rustling branches and birds singing. Faint conversations were in the background from the few people that were there.

This is nice actually.

        The bell rang. I gulped down the last of the juice throwing away the can.
What next. Home Ec.
...I can't cook or sew.

        I stood there in the room surrounded by my classmates of 2-A. The girls in their aprons chattering and laughing. I looked down at the borrowed apron. Sigh. I had gotten slightly used to the presence of people, but I still somewhat despised it. These people weren't helping.

        I worked on making the cookies with my group which turned out decent. Thank god my group knew how to bake. Well now I know how to make cookies.
We started to clean and put away ingredients and cooking utensils. I froze realizing what was next. Physical Education aka PE.

        I won't bother you with my torment.

        In summary, it was me passing out during a warmup lap as a silver-haired boy outran me by 3.
Fun.

        I sat up staring at the white room. School was over. The nurse,
Sugihara-sensei, had excused me. I walked through the school...Tsuna going to fight that one person today, right?

        Okay. Avoid the gym. I was walking out the school door when I saw a baby bounding towards my general direction. Ignore. Ignore. Normal baby. Not a hitman.
Reborn continued on without a glance at me, heading towards the gym. Safe.
I continued walking only releasing my breath when I approached my home. That was way to stressful. Should I go to sleep? Nah to early...what to do.

        From what I can tell they're going to
give me a free period. They seemed to have figured out middle school math was too easy for me, but I know for sure their not going to let me just drop math.
Haaah, I hate school!