Chapter 1

The world is a constant oxymoron. A never ending stream of contradiction.

I shuffled along the corridors of my new school. Unfortunately, I was completely and utterly lost, to make matters worse I only spoke a minimal amount of Japanese. I had just moved from Wales to study abroad. My mother and sister remained at home. I still have one of the worst senses of direction possible, and must have missed tutor group by now... or is it called registration here? I walk over to a large building that looks like its a sports centre of some kind. I think my timetable mentioned having sports class first, so I might as well wait in here until someone shows up.

-time skip-

its been 5 hours and no one has turned up, I know it was stupid to wait that long, but at least I got to study some Japanese whilst I waited. As I was about to leave, a group of boys walked in led by a short, sporty looking girl. None of them seemed to notice that I was there so I decided to keep quiet and leave when they went to get changed, I certainly didn't want to interrupt their practice or have to have awkward half comprehensible conversations. Suddenly one of the tallest of the males looked at me and tried to contain a laugh. Why? Oh yeah, I didn't wear their standard uniform. For my first week of enrolment I would be required to wear the uniform of my previous school. Which consisted of: a black knee length skirt, I nearly see-through blouse, a blazer and a light blue tie. I looked like an idiot. Maybe I got lost on purpose to try and save myself from this humiliation. The girl look towards me then and asked me something I couldn't quite understand.

So without thinking I uttered "what?"

that's when the red headed giant started laughing at me. I had to admit, however, it was rather funny when a short blue haired boy, who materialised out of nowhere, started scolding the giant who then looked like a child whose toy was taken.

"so you don't speak much Japanese then, huh shorty?" the giant spoke in an obscure accent.

How could someone like him know English? He looks like he lives sports. As I begin to walk away, another giant appears in front of me, however this one is smiling.

"basketball try-outs?" he questioned.

I simply nodded in response. The girl took me to a separate changing room so that I could put on suitable sports wear. Cautiously, I looked around the changing rooms to make sure that there was no-one in there once she had left. Once I was satisfied with the fact that was alone, I began to take my clothing off until was only in my underwear. I pulled on my black shorts that hung from my waist. As I began searching for my top in my bag I had some difficulty finding it as all of my books and equipment were layered near the top. I froze when I heard a cough from behind me.

"umm, coach sent me to see what's taking so long"

Hesitantly I stood up with my back still facing who I presume was the red giant.

"I...I cant find my sports top" I shamefully spoke.

"you could borrow one of mine, but it best not smell like girl once you're done."

huh, maybe he was nicer than I thought after all. I mentally told myself as I was hit in the back of the head with a balled up t-shirt.