A girl had moved to America from Japan, which means: A new student, a new school. Will Nikasa Yuyan be able to handle it herself? Or will she need some help? Everything does not belong to me but the School, Nikasa Yuyan, Niki Koruko and the story.
"Dad!" I yelled out. "Where's my book? My 'Artist' book?" As I go down the stairs, looking around. There! I see the book on the counter, quickly taking it and shoving it in my backpack. "Nevermind!" I shouted out. "I have it." As my dad comes down, I grabbed my backpack full of books, pens and pencils, my phone, and my 20 dollar bill I had sitting on the table. I go outside out of the front door going to the car, seeing my dad go in the car and starting it.