Dear Diary,

It's going to be challenging to write in this everyday, diary. I can already tell. Luka says I have to write at least a full page of what happened today – how will I manage that on extremely boring days? I wouldn't want to lie to Luka, she can see through me like a window.

I think I'll just tell you a little bit about my classes. My first class of the day starts at 7:45 in the morning, and it's English 9. I don't know many people in the class, but I know Miki is in it! She sits across the room, but I occasionally see her wave and whatnot. The teacher is Mrs. Eng, which is funny, since she teaches English. On my schedule it mentions her first name is Anne. And her husband is in the building too. We'll get to him later.

But during English, I caught a few kids sniggering at my accent. I have a tiny one, nothing really noticeable (or so I thought). Sometimes my "t"s turn into "d"s and if I go to say "this" I say "sis". But I never actually realized it was funny – private school are so confusing.

Depending on the day, I have two classes at second period. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I have Health class with Mr. Krass, pronounced 'Cross' mind you. He dyes his hair very often, or so I've heard. One week he may have slicked back black hair, and the next he has bright blonde hair. His mood changes with his hair color too, it seems.

On Tuesday and Thursday, I have Mixed Choir. It's definitely my favorite class, by far! Miki is in that one too – so are a bunch of people. It's called Mixed Choir for a reason, all us ladies and gentlemen pushed together into the music room. I guess Luka imagines my best bet is to find friends there, but I don't know just yet. Our choir director is a bit weird – she makes us call her by her stage name, Sonika. She told us a story on the first day of class about how people don't seem to like her much because of her voice and image, but I respect that. It almost reminded me of myself and my unhealthy obsession over Hello Kitty! brand items.

Third period I have Science 9 HA, or high ability. Our teacher is a woman named Miriam Banks, or Ms. Banks. She's pretty nice, if not a little bit more sharp-tongued. She has such light blonde hair I once mistook it for gray!

Fourth period I have Lunch, I sit at the corner table and usually pick at my food. The cafeteria has a beautiful view of the city, though! It's made practically of steel bars and glass windows – almost like a complex fishbowl, which coined the term "The Fishbowl" for the lunchroom. Halfway thorugh the period, the bell rings and we're switched into a lunch study hall for about 20 or so minutes.

This semester for fifth period I have cooking with a man named Kaito Shion. Although, I think he took the job for the sole purpose of eating our food! He also has a love for cold desserts – I realized that when I opened the fridge to get some milk and found hundreds of Haagen-Daaz containers instead.

Next semester for fifth period I'll have Art 1 with Ms. Krass, again pronounced "Cross". Her older brother is Mr. Krass, who teaches Health. She's a finicky woman, and she's also one of the female athletic coaches. She doesn't really teach us to draw, she leave sour styles to us, but she tells us what to do and teaches us about certain artists.

Sixth period is Algebra 1 with Mr. Hiyama. He reminds me of a more serious Mr. Shion. He gets easily frustrated, so in that class I've taken to keeping my head buried in my notetaking so he won't call on me.

Seventh period is European History. I'm not really a history buff, but I can tell Mr. Eng has fun with it. Oh, yeah, Mr. Eng is Mrs. Eng's husband obviously. He's got a deeper voice than me, which is probably hard to believe, but it's true! He also has a strange love of penguins. Hearing that from a grown man is always funny, especially when it's true.

Finally, I have Eighth period. I have to take a foreign language, as though it wasn't hard enough to cope with my deep voice and sometimes-slurring 'accent'. So I chose Chinese, thinking it was similar to Japanese. I, surprisingly like a few of my other classmates, actually know fluent Japanese. So in Chinese, everyone is somewhat prepared for the worst. Miki is in this class too – I might add. But the Chinese teacher hasn't arrived in our city yet, so right now Sonika teaches because she's fluent in practically every language.

This entry is taking up almost two pages. That's really long, isn't it? For just me explaining my schedule, that is. So maybe I'll just fill up the page with more about myself.

I said earlier that I like Hello Kitty brand items. I know I should grow out of it by now, trust me, I know. But It's just always stuck with me. The only people who know are Luka and Meiko, since they see my room on a daily basis along with all my clothes and knick knacks.

My room. It's fairly sized, smaller than Meiko's and Luka's rooms, but bigger than my old room. The walls are painted a light rose color and the dresser and bed posts are made of a nice dark, shiny wood. My bedspread is a slightly darker red color with the Hello Kitty logo on it. My closet is made of the same dark wood as my dresser and is filled with all my weekend clothes and two spare uniforms. The uniforms are a black jacket with my last name printed on the breast, a white blouse, a black skirt, and black flats of some kind. I was a little depressed to hear that my uniform wouldn't be pink or red or green, but I made do.

I honestly think that's all you need to know about. You probably won't care about what Meiko or Luka's rooms look like, or what any other room in the house looks like unless it comes up in another entry. I don't like any boys at school, Luka's asked me already, believe me! My only friend is Miki, if you can call her a friend, since I never see her. Finally, nobody has noticed my hands yet. The teachers possibly know, but they haven't said anything – which is good.

Oh, I've signed up for Cross Country. You know, the sport where you just keep running and it doesn't really matter how fast you are – but on the distance? Yeah, that's the one. I've never actually been on the cross country team before, all I know is that everyone gets on the team, which is a relief. I won't have to worry about rejection. Practice doesn't start for a few weeks but I'm thinking about practicing every morning before school. Nothing better to do anyway, I don't have any real friends over anyway...

It's that time again, diary. I just heard the door shut, so Meiko has left. I've been in this room for how long? An hour? Probably not, but it feels like that. I'm almost done with the page, so I guess I'll end this entry now.

Wish Me Luck,

Iroha