I want to go home already. What's the point in even going to school? My mother thinks that I'm just so smart, well, then why can't I just stay at home? I thought as I laid my head on my desk. I knew High School was going to be a complete nightmare already.

The bell for morning classes rung, and I looked at the map of the Oikunawa High that the principal had given to each of the freshman students. I rushed across the hall then stopped suddenly. "What was that strange presence, just now?" I asked myself slowly.

"Move it or lose it, Amerikajin girl," I heard from behind me. I turned around to look at the school's supposive most well-known bully figure. Feh, why the hell should I be scared of a guy with a reputation? I nearly blurted out but pushed back into my thoughts.

"Why don't you escort me back to America, bastard," I mouthed off. He looked behind his shoulder and made a clicking sound with his toungue. Then he kept walking down the hall, into class 1-C, which luckily was not my first class. I was off to some sort of music class, I had no clue what to expect but kept down the hall. I was only a few rooms further until I'd reach the class when a tall boy with white hair stopped in front of the door. He was about to move when I opened my big mouth, but didn't mean to...dammit.

"Wanna mess with me, too?" I looked up at the boy who was blocking my way from class. He looked at me cluelessly. I then realized he didn't speak English! Thank God! I would've really pissed him off... I thought.

"Sumi ma sen. Eto...Watashi wa Shinatsu Kawari desu! O-namae wa?" I introduced myself.

"...Nara Souharu desu. Demo...I can speak English." He calmly spoke and nodded his head.

"Oh...I didn't--" I was about to apologize until a fairly overweight woman walked into the room. I glanced at him before walking over to a riser to sit upon. Class one of hell had begun.

"Alright class! Sit down let me take roll, then you can do your thing." The woman mumbled, then some words into japanese which the boys next to me were idiotically laughing about. It translated into: "Damn that English teacher for having to make us speak in English. It's curtosy to the American girl, though..." I later found out. But what did she mean by, "...do your thing?"

"Kay, get into your groupss and off with you. Go, shoo shoo!" The woman shouted half-laughing. I glanced around as the nearly 40 students had split into smaller, 3-4 person groups. I stood there in the middle of the room, clueless of everything that was going on. I trotted over to the teacher whose name was Mrs. Makinaru, and A. asked her what the kids were doing, B. I was very sorry if I didn't pay attention, and C. if she had given directions.

"No, my child. You'd have no idea of this! The kids pleaded and pleaded for me to let them start their own so-called 'bands.' So you can just go into whatever group your heart so pleases," the jolly woman bellowed. I was beginning to favor her out of all of the teachers I'd at least seen so far. They all looked so strict and boring. Mrs. Makinaru was kind and new what the students enjoyed.

I began looking the room at the chattering groups talking about guitar solos, lyrics, and all kinds of musical terms. Whose group could I join? Most of the groups were either all boys or all girls. I was just a loner, and didn't hang out with anyone. I remembered that boy that I ran into at the doorway. I looked around for his group and saw him watching all of the girls around him chattering and complaining loudly. I scurried over to his group and said "konnichiwa."

"What the hell's your problem, bitch? Can'tcha see we already have 5 people in our group, already more than enough! Get lost!" one of the loud girls screamed at me. Soharu by this time had already been sitting on the other side from where I was sitting of the risers. I could tell that he was forced into this group. I faced towards the mad girl once more, now finding her face a few inches away from mine.

"Some space please? " I said backing up, but she moved in my face again. She was starting to piss me off. I straightened my back and turned on my heels. I then looked over my shoulder and flipped her off. She made a screwed up face then said, "Whatever, freak." The best part was that not many people at this school knew what flipping the birdy was. Score. I could do it to the Principal and he'd probably think it was a greeting in America. Cool, huh?

I looked around at more groups, since Soharu's was definitely out of the question. I glanced over at a group that looked decent, but looked again to realize that they were all teacher's pet types. I sighed in defeat, looking to the ground. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, you're not in a band already..are you?" The voice came.

"Err...no..." my eyes looked up from the floor

"Consider yourself the newest member of Black City."

"W-What?"

I turned around to see three guys looking back at me.

Take it easy on me with the comments. I did this at 4 in the morning going on 4:50 right now.