"Had a good rest last night? Are you sure you really wanted to start work
today? You finished unpacking your things already?"
The Principle held on to my hands and helped me to my seat. Again, he must have misjudged me from my frail physical appearance.
He waited for my response. I smiled. "I did not bring that much of a luggage and I do not enjoy sitting around not doing anything."
He nodded his head and seemed to have realized that he had misjudged me. Then he muttered something that was barely audible, but I managed to catch a glimpse of it.
"There are a lot of things in the school that we have least control over."
I couldn't really understand what was that supposed to mean, but before I know it, my doubts are answered in the way I least expect it to.
"Class, this is your new foreign culture and language teacher. Miss Makino Tsukushi."
I did not like the look of the students. They seemed to be looking at m e as if I am just another freak.
I tried not to look at the students after the Principle had left us alone. All was quiet and I had started to regret for not taking the Principle's advice seriously. The ticking of the clock seemed audible. I thought of the first sensible thing to do. It came across my mind that I could just started with marking of attendance.
"Class, when I call your name, could you raise your hand so I can know how you look like?" Nobody answered me. Was it because they have no Basic English background, or they just couldn't bother by what I was saying? I consoled myself by thinking it was the former.
I had only managed to read out a couple of names before someone interrupted my lesson.
It was two boys. I presumed they are from my class. I examined them. They are tall for their age, I would say, above 180 cm. Though both have attractive physique, I was more drawn to the air of haughtiness from the 'leader'. He sat on the seat at the corner left with his legs on the desk.
Normally, I would choose to dismiss such gesture; however I was more interested than authoritative towards this student. He seemed to be telling me that he is the boss around and no one dare to mess around with him. My chest ached at the thought of something that I refused to acknowledge. But yes, they seemed to be rather alike in many ways.
All I remembered was me walking up to him and removing his legs from the desk. "Where am I?" I was surprised that the ceiling looks familiar to me.
"Your room," It was a male voice.
I tried to sit up. There was an unfamiliar man in my room. How did I get back here and why is he with me?
He seemed to know what I was thinking. He turned round and faced me, handing an apple to me.
"Low blood pressure. You ought to be taking care of yourself."
I nodded and took the apple. He was looking at how I take small bites of the apple.
"You make me think that the apple is rotten." He grinned.
"No, they are delicious, it just happened that I had no appetite but it seemed rude if I were to reject your offer." He seemed admire my frankness.
He took the apple from me and gently dropped it into the dustbin next to my bed. It was then I mattered to catch a glimpse of his face. He was indeed a very good looking man; thick eyebrow and brown pupil. I have to admit that I like the way he smiles too. They seem so precious and dear to him that he rarely wears them. I remembered how I used to play with Amon face and making a smile out of it. No, not him.. no flashback please.. I held on to my head.
"Headache? You need some panadol?" He went on to search for it in the First Aid Box.
"It's ok, I think, I just need more rest."
He looked at me doubtfully. He seemed to be able to read my thoughts. However, he had no means of exposing me. He nodded and headed for the door.
"Make sure you are ok before you head for the classroom."
I smiled and suddenly remembered, "I am Makino.You are?"
"Hanazawa Rui, the Chemistry Teacher."
The Principle held on to my hands and helped me to my seat. Again, he must have misjudged me from my frail physical appearance.
He waited for my response. I smiled. "I did not bring that much of a luggage and I do not enjoy sitting around not doing anything."
He nodded his head and seemed to have realized that he had misjudged me. Then he muttered something that was barely audible, but I managed to catch a glimpse of it.
"There are a lot of things in the school that we have least control over."
I couldn't really understand what was that supposed to mean, but before I know it, my doubts are answered in the way I least expect it to.
"Class, this is your new foreign culture and language teacher. Miss Makino Tsukushi."
I did not like the look of the students. They seemed to be looking at m e as if I am just another freak.
I tried not to look at the students after the Principle had left us alone. All was quiet and I had started to regret for not taking the Principle's advice seriously. The ticking of the clock seemed audible. I thought of the first sensible thing to do. It came across my mind that I could just started with marking of attendance.
"Class, when I call your name, could you raise your hand so I can know how you look like?" Nobody answered me. Was it because they have no Basic English background, or they just couldn't bother by what I was saying? I consoled myself by thinking it was the former.
I had only managed to read out a couple of names before someone interrupted my lesson.
It was two boys. I presumed they are from my class. I examined them. They are tall for their age, I would say, above 180 cm. Though both have attractive physique, I was more drawn to the air of haughtiness from the 'leader'. He sat on the seat at the corner left with his legs on the desk.
Normally, I would choose to dismiss such gesture; however I was more interested than authoritative towards this student. He seemed to be telling me that he is the boss around and no one dare to mess around with him. My chest ached at the thought of something that I refused to acknowledge. But yes, they seemed to be rather alike in many ways.
All I remembered was me walking up to him and removing his legs from the desk. "Where am I?" I was surprised that the ceiling looks familiar to me.
"Your room," It was a male voice.
I tried to sit up. There was an unfamiliar man in my room. How did I get back here and why is he with me?
He seemed to know what I was thinking. He turned round and faced me, handing an apple to me.
"Low blood pressure. You ought to be taking care of yourself."
I nodded and took the apple. He was looking at how I take small bites of the apple.
"You make me think that the apple is rotten." He grinned.
"No, they are delicious, it just happened that I had no appetite but it seemed rude if I were to reject your offer." He seemed admire my frankness.
He took the apple from me and gently dropped it into the dustbin next to my bed. It was then I mattered to catch a glimpse of his face. He was indeed a very good looking man; thick eyebrow and brown pupil. I have to admit that I like the way he smiles too. They seem so precious and dear to him that he rarely wears them. I remembered how I used to play with Amon face and making a smile out of it. No, not him.. no flashback please.. I held on to my head.
"Headache? You need some panadol?" He went on to search for it in the First Aid Box.
"It's ok, I think, I just need more rest."
He looked at me doubtfully. He seemed to be able to read my thoughts. However, he had no means of exposing me. He nodded and headed for the door.
"Make sure you are ok before you head for the classroom."
I smiled and suddenly remembered, "I am Makino.You are?"
"Hanazawa Rui, the Chemistry Teacher."