A/N: Sorry this took so long!
Chapter 3: Class Dismissed
~Maka~
It was about halfway into the school day when I stepped into room 5-1. I had gone to the principal to see if they could get me into class, which took hours. Finally they had found an opening in room 5-1.
Once in, I felt all eyes on me as the teacher said, "Class, we have a new classmate."
I looked in the back and say Doremi-chan yelling out, "Ah, Ambara-san!"
"U-um hi." I stumbled.
"Eh, you know her?" The teacher eyed me.
"Yes, we saw her this morning." Doremi stated, out of her seat.
"Harukaze, Asuka, you will help her, right?"
"Yes." They both replied.
"Alright then, I'm Seki Sensei, please introduce yourself."
"Ok." I wrote my name on the board, surprisingly in Japanese.
"My name is Maka Ambara, I came here from the United States yesterday.
"I learned Japanese since my Mom grew up in Japan, so I won't need much translation."
I figured this was half true, since when I was little she sang me a Japanese lullaby.
"Ok, Ambara, you can sit next to Asuka."
I went to the back of the room and looked at Momoko. "Hi." I said in English.
"Hello Ambara-san, are you going to need any help?" She spoke completely perfect English.
"I'm fine, y-you can just call me Maka." I looked at both of them, frowning slightly.
I don't really need to explain the rest of class, since it went completely the same as it probably would have if I wasn't here.
After school, I walked out with Doremi-chan and Momo-chan, still feeling odd.
"Maka?" Doremi-chan looked over at me.
"Yes, Doremi-chan?"
"I wanted-"
"Hey, Ambara-san!" Aiko walked over.
I spun around, starled, "Oh, hello."
"Doremi-chan, we're going to be late." Aiko said, adjusting her bracelet.
"Oh, okay then. Bye Maka."
"Where are you going?" I asked, frowning.
"The Sweet Shop." Onpu said, "We work there."
"Oh." I realized I had nowhere to go. "Bye."
"Hey, come to the store later." Aiko said walking by.
"Yeah! We'll be there all day!"
"Um, I'll see you then."
I slipped away as they walked away, afraid of how I would get there. Better yet, where I'd go now. Straitening my backpack strap, I walked away.
