I do not own any of Takeshi Konomi's creations.

Leena Fei

Alas! The pride of a rural town middle school, behold! The 7th grade math Olympiad team in all their glory; Scratch that. The glory was more or less a bunch of scraggly not-quite teenagers crippled by the shear amount of homework given by their teacher that manage to pull at least 4th place nationally every year. Half-asleep in the morning, it was testing day for the seventh graders again.

1. State the relationship between the legs of a 45-45-90 tri…

Don't know. Skip.

5. What is the process of multiplying consecutive whole numbers known as, please…?

Too hard, skip.

It was insanely hard, every night sleeping past one in the morning trying to finish homework and study for the next day's quiz.

"15 minutes left."

I sit still on the desk while absentmindedly drumming a pencil on the paper

"10 minutes left."

Looking around, all of my other classmates are furiously scribbling at their own papers, hoping to win the math tournament. Glancing at my own paper, its hopelessly covered with pencil scuffs from drumming the pencil.

"5 minutes left."

Oh well, looks like my teachers won't be happy.

"Times-up, raise you papers please-"

"Will Leena Fei please report to the main office for dismissal?"

All of my classmates stare (not including the one boy who fell asleep.)In addition, I feel uncomfortable as they shoot me glares. I mutter something like:

"Sorry-got to go officeiscaalling."

And run out of the bright white testing rooms and into the hallway/freedom, still not believing the current miracle in action.

I 'm saved by the bell- or in this case, the announcement. Literally.

The school halls are still clogged with people even though all grades still have classes, the usual class skippers flock around me, trading things on the school-wide black market. I'm almost at the main office when suddenly, the crowd thins out as a bald headed-bugle eyed teacher storms from out of the infirmary and snaps at students-including me to hurry up and get back to class.

"Well, Missy, you just earned your self a Saturday detention! Now get down to the main offi-"

A door opens to my left and a familiar figure pulls me inside.

"Oh, hello Lee-chan, i just called for you to come to the office, glad you could make it! Thank you for bringing her."

SLAM!

I look back at the teacher and see bugle-eyes's face go blank-and then start turning red. Well, some people have anger management around to face the figure that pulled me inside the office

China blue eyes, long wavy cerulean hair held up in a ponytail insure me that it's my old drawing teacher, Shotaro Yukimura. After the huge earthquake in Japan, he immediately left without notice.

"I'm back"

Without regard to the onlookers stare at the beautiful presence of my drawing teacher (beautiful my butt, wait till he gets pissed at them), I walk up to my drawing teacher and land a slap on his right cheek- He of course catches my hand and leaves me fuming silently.

"Yes, yes you are."

Smiling, he leads me towards a conference room in the main office before shutting the door.

"I have news."

"I can tell-good or bad?"

"Both."

Before sitting down, my drawing teacher takes a lock of my choppy blond hair and frowns. Sighing, I can see he knew about the case of my biological parents already. Letting go of my hair, he leans back into his chair.

"I'm going back to Japan permanently next week. My nephew's parents died in a business meeting-."

Shotaro rests his face on the palm of his hand before continuing in a chocked voice.

"My brother-."

The whole room seems silent despite the rustlings of the people listening beyond the boundary of the conference room. Recomposing himself, he continues.

"Anyway, you're painting of the Japan earthquake of 2011 –via mail-piqued the interest of a rich sponsor in Japan. He offers a scholarship to the school he goes to and a steady salary, are you willing to go?"

My eyes go wide at the thought of living in Japan before I jump out of the chair and around the room like a maniac-all dignity forgotten.

"OF COURSE I'LL GO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

Chuckling at my antics, Shotaro replies:

"It seems like where you're going to be lodging is quite the problem ne-"He smirks at my crest-fallen face before saying: "Well, then, I already settled the scores with Joanne's parents and I am looking forward to having a daughter so..."

Hands down, this was the happiest moment of my life so far; my feet seemed to the fly across the floor as I race towards my new dad.

He dodges.

Splat. Crash. Boom.

"That was mean!"

My protest is smothered in chuckles before my to-be-parent raises up a piece of paper.

"Just sign here."

Holding out an elegant green ink pen, I take it, my dad smiles intently as the paper gets signed in a flourish of joy and excitement.

"Wait, can I still call you Shotaro?"

I must be dreaming: Want all your wishes fore filled? Sign here!

Time to pack my suitcase.