It was brought to my attention by Critics United that apparently I had broken a rule by writing this story in second person, I now must change the story's POV so that it won't be deleted.
This story will still be a reader-insert, but I will have to work with first-person format and use present tense. Hopefully this will have the same desired effect.
Prompt: create a multi-chapter fic about a foreign exchange student who goes off to teach in Japan and ends up with a situation they couldn't exactly handle. It is to be written in a reader-insert style.
It's supposed to help me with my bad humor, so we'll see if I can improve that area.
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 Welcome to Our Academy!
I stare up at the impressive outside structure of the Academy my program had sent me to, whistling in astonishment. When I had been told that I would be teaching part time at a school in Japan, I had envisioned a normal (smaller than this building by several amounts) elementary school- or was it called primary school? I tend to forget.
Actually, I was not completely accepted yet. The person in charge of my section of abroad programs told me that usually they didn't send anyone here, but this time they were allowed to send a few of us to be interviewed and I was one of the lucky three candidates sent. Today was my day to be interviewed by the headmaster to determine if I would be teaching (and possibly attending their university at the same time) at this school.
The program worked in two parts. I would attend a university in the country of my choosing and they would pay for all of my living and university expenses. In return, I would be teaching part time. Most participants in the program were just sent in to teach English, but if the student was proficient enough (and already had a degree), they would sometimes be given other teaching jobs as well.
I walk along the edge of the wall, looking for the entrance. I cannot help but smile a little more when I finally find the opening, walking past the ornate ebony gate with poorly hidden amazement. I look around suddenly when I hear a crash and spot multiple things going on at once. Several people were in the middle of a fight, using…oh my god, those bombs were real! How the hell did that guy disappear like that! Where did that weapon come from! That kid has a gun! He cut a tree in half with a single swing! Was that a cannon! Holy fish paste, a bazooka!
"Oh! Hey there! You must be the new teacher Headmaster was talking about!" A relatively young blond boy says cheerily, walking my way. He face planted a few steps later. "Oops, heh heh, sorry. Didn't see that rock…Well, I'm Dino! I was sent here to show you to the office!"
BOOM!
"Don't worry about that. They'll lose interest soon and go back to whatever they were doing before."
From there my brain shuts down.
After a relatively long start up (one like an old, old dial up computer), I break out into a bright smile, turn around, and walk back up the gates.
"Hey! Wait, where're you going!" Dino shouted from behind, but went ignored.
Luckily an old woman was passing, so I would hopefully be able to get the correct directions to the correct school.
"Excuse me ma'am, I'm looking for Namimori Academy. Could you point me in the right direction?" I ask politely in slightly accented Japanese and with a bright I-didn't-see-any-of-that-insanity-nope-I-didn't smile.
The woman smiled in return. "It's that building right behind you."
My smile falters only for a moment as I point behind me, not willing to look back around. "No, no, no. That place is an asylum of some sort. I need Namimori Academy. I'm supposed to meet the headmaster for an interview."
The woman chuckles. "They can be a bit rowdy, but I assure you that you are in the right location. Namimori Academy has made us so proud. Good luck with your interview! I'm sure you'll make a fine addition."
My face falls into horror as the woman continues on her way cheerily.
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New plan! Go in, purposely fail my interview, and get out before I could suffer any damage!
Go!
I walk quickly back to the kid and start pushing him forward, trying to get him to move as quickly as possible, all the while ducking and dodging stray projectiles (and what could possibly be body parts) along the way.
"Well, like I said I'm Dino. I'll show you around!"
"Introductions and tour later, just go, go, go!" I cut off, still keeping a bright smile plastered in place (otherwise you may suffer a panic attack right there).
I walk right past the secretary and into the office, leaving the kid behind, closing the door behind me swiftly. After taking a seat in front of the surprisingly calm and unsurprised man, I start talking as quickly as possible.
"Hi there, I'm (f/n, l/n)! You asked for an interview, so let's start. I sleep in late and I don't work well with kids, or anyone else. I hate extra work and I don't have a very high tolerance. This probably shows that I'm not suitable to teach in your school, I apologize wasting your time. I'll go ahead and escort myself out. Good-bye!"
"Hold on a minute young lady," the man chuckles unexpectedly, waving for me to sit back down (and I do so rather reluctantly). "I know that you're first impression of this school went over rather roughly, but would you give an old man a short amount of time to indulge himself in conversation?"
"I-I suppose, sir…" I really could not deny this old man anything. It made me feel tremendously guilty just thinking about it.
The elderly gentleman smiled generously and opened up the file sitting on his desk. "From what I gathered, you are a bright young lady with a great future ahead of you. It says here that you have high marks; Participated in a number of clubs, even becoming a leader in one; you are musically inclined; and you have a wonderful track record with children. I've spoken to both your references and a number of outside sources- we're very careful about who we hire here, so we've done a lot of research," the man explained to my shocked state (I was not aware that I was being stalked), "and many of them openly recommend you for this position. Many of them say that every child that you have ever met has loved you, and that if they ever commit any wrong, you smile them into submission."
"Dammit Kelly," I growl to myself. Only that idiot of a best friend would tell a future boss of mine that. I would kill her when I get back. "I don't smile them into submission. I'm sure that I was just somehow able to make the child feel guilty and recognize their wrongs."
The elderly man chuckled again. "Well, after our extended research, I think you'll be perfect for the job we have available."
"Ah! Wait a moment," I say nervously. "I'm honored, honestly. But I don't think I'm the person for this job."
"Nonsense! We've even taken in the liberty to move your things for you!" The old man gestured out the window where he had full view of the courtyard.
"AAH! My stuff!" I shout when I spotted the moving van and its contents.
Faster than even I was able to register, I was back outside and trying to put the boxes back into the vehicle. I grabbed ends and dug my feet in, pushed with my back against boxes with all my might, tried and failed to block the opening, and everything else I could possibly think of the keep my items from being deposited on school property.
Finally movers waved and drove away, leaving me and my things behind in the dust. I stared in horrified shock. I had just been abandoned in my own personal little hell hole.
"My visa only lasts for two years!" I shouted to no one in particular, grabbing fistfuls of hair in frustration.
"About that," the old man (who I didn't notice coming down with everything that had just been happening) interjected, like he just remembered something. "Your dual citizenship should be coming in soon."
My brain was on the verge of another shut down, so I nod and take in a deep breath. "You know what? Keep the stuff, I can replace them eventually."
I start walking toward the gate, only for them to swing shut with a clang right in front of me.
"Welcome to Namimori Academy! We hope you enjoy your stay!"
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