A/N: Mmmmmmmmm, some tasty self-insert drabble.
It was because she had wanted a kotastu ever since she had learned what it was. It was because she had been watching anime since she could remember. It was because she always whined about going to Japan throughout middle school. It was because the winning numbers had been her birthday.
"Elizabeth," she introduced herself with her middle name, there was nothing wrong with that, she had known a kid that had gone by his middle name. Elizabeth was a better rich name, her first name wasn't even a real first name, it was a nickname turned name, a half-name, an incomplete name. She didn't hate her name, she hated the fact that girls had their full names shortened into her name, she hated that her last name was always added when those girls could just be called by their full name. There was little chance that could happen here but still she said it, "Elizabeth," before she could even think properly the name came out of her mouth.
She sat by the window and didn't say anything else for the rest of the day, class 1- D went on around her. Class 1 - D was the lowest class in the school, classes were decided by wealth and lineage, so D was the perfect place for the American girl who's family had literally won the lottery. Putting on a friendly face was something she considered for a while, but jetlag still hung over her and instead she just slept. The method of which she slept was one she had perfected in the class of a Chemistry teacher who refused to let kids put their heads down, her head propped on her hand she slept upright, her hair and glasses hid her closed eyes.
The bell rang and students filed out of the room, some girls approached her but she pretended to be distracted something outside the window. They tried to talk to her for a few minutes, she gave short, blunt, answers and pretended to be having difficulty understanding them, eventually they gave up. She regretted her antisocial attitude the moment they left but got over it quickly enough. A red-haired boy caught her eye, he looked pissed off, he had the entire class, 'why so angry Angry Kid?' From now on in her mind he was Angry Kid, she remembered kids from her old school she had seen around but never spoken to, they were kids that looked interesting for some reason or another, and instead of talking to them she gave them names like 'Nervous Kid' or 'Blazer Kid'. She always called them 'kid' for some reason.
The guidance consular--or the person she figured was the equivalent to one, since she wasn't sure if they technically had guidance consulars in Japan--had told her she should join an after school club. She hadn't been paying attention and now she didn't know what kind of clubs the school had, but she figured Angry Kid must be in a club since he was still in school. That was why she had decided to follow him, she had followed people before, but that was in the 'just wandering behind a friend or relative because she has nothing better to do' sort of following. This was a following where he wasn't supposed to know he was being followed and she had never done that so it didn't take long for her to get lost.
However she managed to spot the girls who had tried to talk to her earlier headed down the hall ahead of her and she began to follow them instead. Their canary yellow dresses were easy to spot yet hard to look at for too long, a common thing for such a bright color. She saw them enter a room, the sign above the door had a three but she could not make out what it was the third of even after examining it for a few good minutes and going through her mental English-Japanese dictionary. Eventually she decided it didn't really matter, opened the door, and was immediately assaulted by a flurry of rose petals.
