The sun shone in brightly through the window even though the curtains were closed. It's brighter here than Los Angeles. Ayame Sato thought as she rolled onto her side. This bed is too fluffy. Her complaints were endless. Everything about her extravagant new home was uncomfortable. There was way more hype in Japan than there was in California. Her family was filthy rich in California but in Japan it was taken to a whole new level. She had maids now. It was like she was once again a helpless child who had to have everything done for her. She dreaded what school was going to be like. Probably kids who are richer than me. I can't even begin to fathom what that's even like. Ayame sat up and rubbed at her droopy eyes. I need to take a walk.
"Where are you going Ms. Sato?" One of the housekeepers stopped her as she was reaching the door.
"Out." Ayame retorted. "I can walk."
It was brighter than Ayame had expected and hot too. She was regretting wearing pants. Quickly she reached for her hair band and pulled back her long, red hair into a high ponytail. That's better. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going but she knew that eventually she could take a bus deeper into the city.
There were lots of shops spread out along the streets. Just like LA. Ayame decided she was hungry and walked into a supermarket wondering what she could eat on the way home. She walked down the aisles aimlessly. Her mind read over the Kanji written labels trying to decipher what was what.
She decided to better stay with things she knew and bought some strawberry pocky. As she was walking out she had dropped a piece of pocky and decided it rude to just leave it on the ground. However as she bent down to pick it up someone was walking out behind her with arms full of groceries and accidentally tripped over Ayame.
With a loud crash the person toppled over Ayame, groceries spilling over the concrete.
"Oh….crap!" Ayame rubbed her back and quickly walked over to help up the person she tripped. "Is you ok?!" Her Japanese was a bit rusty.
The brown haired girl shook some dirt off her dress and looked over the spilled contents. She sighed and took Ayame's hand. "It's ok. It was just an accident."
Ayame began to pick up the spilled groceries fervently. "I is sorry, sorry!"
The girl chuckled. "Are you not from here?"
"Uh…not really. My Japanese isn't the best." Ayame smirked and handed the girl back her bags. "I really am so sorry!"
"It's alright, really!" The girl thanked Ayame for helping her and started to head off.
That's it I'm never going out ever again! Ayame blushed a light shade of red and headed off in the opposite direction to take the bus home.
Seeing as it was the last day of summer, Ayame felt like her whole world was going to completely spin out of control, more than it already had. She never wanted to return to her 'roots' as her father called it. She missed home. She missed the beach, her friends, and her mother. As if it wasn't bad enough moving to a whole other country she was also transferring to a school, supposedly the most prestigious in Japan. She thought back to the horrid uniform presented to her by her housekeepers.
"NO WAY!" She held up the canary yellow dress in one hand as if it were coated with a deadly disease. "There is no way I'm wearing this!" Ayame tossed the dress onto the sofa.
"It's cute!" The first housekeeper chimed.
"You'll look adorable in it!" The other cooed.
Mr. Sato picked up the dress and folded it over his arm. "Really, Iris, you're being quite the prim Donna."
Ayame's name in English meant Iris and everyone at home had called her so. However, now that she was in Japan she adapted the Japanese version of her name. "It's gross! I don't care how I'm acting! It's bad enough I have to be here in general, but now I have to wear that disgusting thing?!"
"Fine. I'll have a chat with the Dean. However, if he says you need to follow the dress code…you will." Mr. Sato handed the dress to the first housekeeper and walked out of the room.
Ayame sitting on the bus shuddered at the thought. She was thankful that the Dean, seeing her as an esteemed guest in their High School, offered her the choice and stated that she could wear whatever she felt most comfortable in. Thinking on the clothes chosen, she was satisfied. It was definitely going to make a statement and even though Ayame hoped not to gain too much attention at school, she didn't want to conform to that horrid thing referred to as a dress. She felt a vibration in her pants pocket. It was a text message from her father. Ayame get home. now. She debated whether replying but left it alone. She felt another vibration in her hand from her cell phone. Ayame! What's the name of the school you are going to again? Ashley said she couldn't remember. :)
Ayame smiled. Her best friends Ashley and Kayla were really airheads sometimes. She thought about the name for a second and sighed at the thought of her new school and tomorrow when she would start. She hit reply and with quick fingers and texted back:
Ouran High School. lol
