I do not own Ranma 1/2

Sorry this update took so long... I'll try to make the next on sooner


Chapter 1

I entered my Class room, to see a bunch of kids my age sitting on desks and talking amongst themselves. I walked over to the long desk in the front of the classroom, where a little girl was sitting, reading a magazine. "Excuse me," I said quietly.

Her head shot up to look at me. "Oh! You must be the new student from America!" she said beaming. I nodded. "Well I'm-" the school bell rang, drowning out her words. A wave swept over the class, as people sank down into their seats. Two kids, a boy and a girl were left talking, and appeared to be in a fierce argument.

"Macho chic!"

"Jerk!"

"Satome! Tendo! Sit down," The teacher barked at them. The boy whipped his head around to see the teacher glaring at him, and plunked down in his seat. As silence overwhelmed the room, everyone's eyes were drawn to me. A swear I shrunk right there in front of everybody. I hate attention. Just to make it even better, The teacher introduced me to the entire class.

As I walked to the seat she had pointed me to, I stared straight at the floor, avoiding eye contact with the eyes of every single student, following me to the back of the class. As I sat down, the classes attention turned back to the teacher as she began her lesson. This was going to be a long day.