Ah, Japanese. I hate this class so much…I already speak the language, you know? Well, I'm not in Japan anymore. I had to take a language class here in the US, so I chose Japanese. The class is full of weebs – not to say I'm not an otaku either. Anyways, there's always some anime girl or guy drawn on the desk. Usually it's pretty shitty, but at least it's better than the stuff on the other desks in other classes.
I already turned in the test with over half the time left. This is elementary school stuff. We aren't allowed to have anything else out, even a book or homework. My boredom is only fed by…a pencil pouch.
I direct my attention to a piece of writing, almost faded away, in the corner. "This class is sooo booring!." Finally, someone who gets me. I pull out my trusty purple Sharpie and write, "IKR." I look at the teacher: she's reading something on her computer. Perfect.
I sit in the back corner, next to the wall, so normally I use my phone in peace. This is of course a test and having a phone would be "cheating" under my school's zero-tolerance policy. With nothing better to do, I turn to the wall and write "Nanako wuz here" in bubble letters. Hmm, maybe some more flair. Let's add a touch of color. I think blue will go well.
"Nanako, what are you doing? On your phone?" says the teacher. Dammit. I swiftly reply "No Sensei. Just playing with a pen." It's not a lie, right? She's satisfied and goes back to whatever.
I give up on the color and instead turn back to the desk. There's another conversation chain which reads "Who do u like?" Ah, a typical one. I quickly scribble the name of my old boyfriend, Haruto, and put a heart around it. There isn't anyone with that name here…I think.