"Please welcome our new student our new student Miri Rotsu-san," Mr. Tokinowa announced to the one of the 1st year classes at Furuba High School. "She moved here from America, so she may need some help getting used to her new environment, so I expect all of you to be as helpful as possible,"
I stared awkwardly at my new classroom, looking for an open seat, and finding one next to a short looking girl with long brown hair and grown out bangs wearing brown rectangular framed glasses. In comparison to my extremely dark blue hair, cut to just above my shoulders and with my grown out bangs that reached just past my collar bone. I quickly walked towards the seat, trying to avoid everybody's gaze as I carried my pale yellow messenger bag to the seat, quickly sitting down and taking my notebook out and waiting for Tokinowa-sensei to begin his lesson. I felt a small poke on my upper arm and looked at the girl sitting next to me who automatically struck as the shy type. She coughed quietly, and I noticed how frail she looked as the small cough made her hunch over.
"I'm Kagishi Jina," The girl said, he voice was so quiet that I had to strain to hear her, "Pleased to meet you Rotsu-san," She had a sweet smile and even though she looked down at her textbook, she seemed to be a friendly person.
"Glad to meet you as well Kagishi-san," I said politely, absently drawing butterflies on the cover of my notebook, "But please, just call me Miri," I wasn't used to being called by my last name, especially since it was actually Ross, but I changed it when I moved to my mother's hometown to meet her family. I didn't know they had gone on a 6-month long cruise around the world leaving only my mother's sister's son, Kaiga Makato to take care of my aunt bookstore, so I was staying with him.
"That's fine, you can call me Jina then," Jina-san said, quietly skimming over the chapter that Tokinowa-sensei was going to cover today. She occasionally took small notes in a simple blue notebook.
Even though I had practically mastered Japanese, it was still strange to hear everybody speaking it. I also pulled out my textbook, opening to the same page, the only difference was that mine had both Japanese and English in it, so thast it was easier for me to read, even though I was able to read about 75% of the Japanese, but it was helpful to be able to translate the other 25%. I wrote down the kanji I had to translate into English so that I could study them as well as my actual schoolwork. After skimming through and translating, I looked around the class room, seeing three people that would change my life forever.
Their names were Kyo Sohma, Yuki Sohma and Tohru Honda, and they are the reason I am writing this.