Chapter 4
Stacy went through the rest of the day with a large amount of success in most classes, the exception being Japanese class.
Stacey walked through the door with her bag and sat down in a seat and waited patiently for an assignment to be given to her before a loud voice.
"Why aren't you working on the daily work" the class room teacher yelled even though he was right next to her.
Stacey flinched, not only enraged by the mans obvious ignorance of her first day, but of the unnecessary yelling, nevertheless she kept a calm and respectful attitude.
"Sir it is my first day here, I'm sorry if there was something I am supposed to do that I do not know about, but I will remind you it is the teachers duty to introduce new students to the classroom and its day to day routine.
"Are you talking back to me?" The stuck up teacher asked in furry. Stacy was extremely annoyed by this teachers stupidity but still only replied in a respectful tone.
"No"
"That's strange because I thought you told me a teacher what to do" he said making Stacey even more annoyed.
"I was just reminding you of your responsibilities..." Stacey said before getting interrupted the teacher grabbing her.
"Listen your going to be respectful. shut up and work on the work" he whispered into her ear.
"Then what is the assignment?" Stacey said venting some her anger into sarcasm.
"Ask your classmates." He said walking away to teach class.
Most of the day after that was boring to her and she hated most of the classes teachers, of course not as much as her Japanese teacher. in fact the only one she liked was ms. Yukari. After school was over she began her journey to her apartment, which actually wasn't much of a journey; it was only about a block away.
Stacy took out her keys and penetrated the lock hole to open the door. She then walked in and crashed on the bed.
"Japanese high schools are even more of an ass than mine back home was." Stacy groaned. "Ugh... I got to take off this damned uniform" Stacy said as she took it off reveling nothing but her bra and underwear.
"Much better" she said as turned in the news.
'Damn there is nothing on' she thought turning off the tv 'well better get that math home work done, it's not getting any smaller'
Stacy started to work on the homework, and around 5 hours later she was done.
'Well I better do my prayer' she thought to herself while putting away her homework. She then walked to the closet and took out her hooded black robe. She then proceeded to wear it and her upside down pentagram necklace. She then walked over to a little altar she made, lit two black candles and burned some incense.
For awhile she did a simple energy meditation before standing up and doing her prayer.
"Satan, thank you for giving me guidance in life... Hail Satan!" She prayed. She then extinguished the candles and incense and went to bed.
American Daioh!
Osaka packed up and started on her way to her families apartment.
'This was a really strange day. First that exchange student, then that voice, and then she said she had nothing to do with it. Interesting thing is I know she had to have something to do with that because of mr. Kimura's statement that he saw a ghost. I wonder why she wouldn't tell me the truth?' She thought as she walked down the street.
'Maybe... Maybe she is an alien sent to investigate our school, or she's a spy for a secret order. Maybe she works for... What's it called... The illuminati.' She thought as she walked through her families apartment door.
"Hi mom" Stacey said dropping her book bag on the floor.
"How was your day?" Her mother asked as she prepared dinner.
"It was decent, except I met a exchange student from America" Osaka knew better than to continue and tell about the kimura incident so she she made a conscious effort to keep it a secret from her mother
"Oh... Ok" her mother said a bit surprised by her daughters statement.
American daioh!
Stacey awoke to her alarm clock
'Damn it can't I sleep a little longer? No I'm not that lucky. Why did my parents even think sending me here would be bettering my education they are teaching me practical the same stuff. I just wish it was a little more exciting'
Little did Stacey know, the month ahead would be more than just exciting; it would be in the literal definition of the word: epic.
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Author: hello every one! The last few chapters have mainly been prologue and fluff, now the real story begins! Muhahamuhahahaha!
On a serious note, I actual wondered while writing this chapter if Japanese schools called their language class Japanese like how Here in good ol merica we call our language class English. I decided to take the risk.