Oh-So American
Drabble Series
Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here? ....Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH?! Aren't supposed to know it for business and whatnot? ...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
English
Kyoya glanced at the new girl in question. He started writing in his handy-dandy notebook. Why is she here? Why doesn't she speak Japanese? Why am I so comfortable? Why is she sleeping in class?
Wait, what? She's sleeping?!
He poked me awake with his foot, since he sits right behind me.
I jerked up and shouted, "Co-sign of 30!" Seriously, why don't they understand English?! Elite school here!?
The teacher apparently understood and gave a clap. Which made the other students clap also.
Kyoya returned to his work, only to hear some tapping noise. He looked up and it was the new girl, me.
I smiled and said something along the lines of evil teachers and their lack of understanding English.
"Maybe you should learn Japanese." he said.
"Could you teach me?"