Rachel stepped off the plain. "Tokyo huh?" She couldn't believe she aloud her maid (her parents had died a long time ago) to talk her into moving to Japan. "Dammet Mary you better hope this is better then Germany was." she said almost angrily. The maid shook her head "Miss are you sure that you do not want to be home schooled?" She sighed being stuck at home with no friends was probably as fun as here as it was in America. Taking her silence as a no, she hurried back to check on how the movers were doing.
one week later
"Oh hell no." Rachel looked at the skirt for her uniform "there is no fucking way I'm ever going to wear that. It's not even a skirt it's a string sown to a peace of cloth!" "Miss please it is a required part of the school uniform!" the maid begged "I know that stooped. God I look like a fucking whore." She sighed tomorrow was going to be her first day, and luckily she had learned Japanese as a child.