"Haruka Tenoh!" "Are you not understanding me?" "Don't you understand English?" Shouted the man with large built figure. Haruka stare at those around her; everyone was staring at her except she looked past through them and stared at the window beside her. It was early spring; the sun was shining and the birds flew glamorously across and sang their songs. "Damn it Haruka!" "Arggg… Do I have to go over there and slap you to look at me?" yelled the man in frustration. The man began to pace forward and rolled his sleeve to his elbows. Haruka kept staring at the window beside her. She wanted to be alone just like the wind does when it blows and blows. Suddenly, "Slam!" Haruka was startled and she looked at her teacher, Yuki Shinbo. "Haruka-san, if you do not understand Japanese as well as you should be, why in the world did you chose history?" "Because…" She wanted to blurt it out and scream in pain but it would be no use, no-one can understand her. No-one. "Haruka-san?" He looked at Haruka again expect this time he sighed and quietly he nodded. "Tell you what, I know a teacher here in this school that teaches Japanese for all levels…" "Why don't you spend your time there instead of here?" "I'll take the marks that you receive there and put it into your history class." "This won't be fair to your classmates but you need help and Sakano-san sensei would be good for you…" "So what do you say Haruka-san?" She sighed deeply and looked at her paper on her desk and quietly she nodded with a tear in her eye. She couldn't tell anyone how she really felt. It was only a month ago her life changed up side down and still she grieved for her parents. "Sakano-sensei's class is near the art room Haruka-san; you will go there instead of here, during this time." Shinbo-senseilooked at Haruka; sighed and moved his head side to side. "What-ever you're going through now it's not good for you, even if it's nothing." He quietly spooked; shook his head again and sought to the front.