Kita's POV
I wheeled myself into my new school, Seishun Gakuen and started to find my classroom.
This school sure is big, as it took me about 15 minutes to find my classroom.
I carefully opened the door and popped my head into the class.
No one was there.
I looked at my wristwatch to check the time.
8.10am
20 minutes before class starts. Looks like I'm early.
I looked around and found a seat without a chair. It seems like the teacher got things ready for me.
I took out a book I got for my birthday and started reading it.
"Hi," I heard someone saying. I shut my book and turned around.
There he was, standing in front of me. To be honest, I had no idea who he was.
"Um…Hi?" I stammered a reply.
"Are you new here?" he asked.
"Yea…"
"Oh. I'm Syuusuke Fuji, by the way. And …" he paused for a moment before saying, "I think you're sitting on my seat."
"Sorry." I apologized. I kept my book in my bag and wheeled away.
The 5 foot 6 boy looked at me and said, "You can sit here," he pointed to the seat next to his. "Since Gintero-kun has transferred to Rikkaidai."
I thanked him as I wheeled to the seat.
He took the chair to his seat and sat down. He doesn't seem to be surprised by the fact that I'm paralyzed. At least my legs are.
I took out my book and continued where I left off.
"And you are…?"
I hesitated for a while, then answered. "Kita. Kita Misoka."
"Welcome to Seigaku, Kita-chan." He smiled at me and turned away.
One by one, the students arrived.
I knew they were staring at me when walked into the classroom. They pointed at me and whispered something about 'a handicap'.
I ignored them and continued reading. I was used to people saying bad stuff about me.
When I was finish reading, the bell rang. It's about time.
The teacher came in and introduced me to the class. I put on a fake smile and greeted everyone half-heartedly.
I noticed that the boy from before was still smiling. Wow, he sure smiles a lot. Doesn't his jaw hurt from those smiles?
The first class is English. It's quite easy for me since my mom and I usually speak English more than Japanese at home. By the way, my mom's an American, my dad's Japanese.
I took the notes of some important stuff and concentrated on what the teacher was saying. But I couldn't help glancing the way of a certain smiling boy.
Its gonna be a long day…