Hi, I just thought I'd arrange things on this chapter a bit!

First day of School

"It's actually a boxed lunch." Alyson stated as she examined the many compartment lunch box that Sakura Sayoko had made for her. After sleeping the entire afternoon, evening, and night Alyson had felt as right as rain when she came down for breakfast.

The American had known things would be different in Japan, but she didn't realize the extent of the difference. Even bathing was different!

Sayoko smiled. Once Alyson had woken up, she introduced herself as Koyoru's mother and began giving her a tour of the house; showing where the different rooms were. There were three different rooms for the toilet, sink and the bathing room or ofuro as Sayoko had called it. She showed the girl how the ofuro worked and had smiled sympathetically at Alyson's groan when the girl saw the toilet. She had to SQUAT if she wanted to do her business.

They then proceeded downstairs where Alyson was introduced to her husband, Keitaro. He grinned and told that when he carried Alyson up to her room, she had been out like a light.

"Did you think they didn't exist?" Sayoko asked in perfect English, giggling at Alyson's stunned expression.

"N-no! It's just that I've seen these in manga before, not in real life!" She replied. "So, um, what's in this Sayoko-san?" She asked, remembering to add the prefix on the end.

"Let's see.... rice, omelet, carrots, and apple." She listed them off. "I'm sorry if you don't like those foods, but I wasn't sure if you liked raw fish or pickled vegetables. I'll ask you later tonight what you want, alright?"

Alyson nodded, setting the box containing her lunch on the table top.

"Good morning mom!" Koyoru said cheerfully as she bounded down the stairs wearing a black jacket combined with a white blouse, blue tie, and skirt. Not the sailor suit uniform or seifuku Alyson was expecting. She stopped when she saw Alyson. "Oh, you aren't dressed in your uniform yet?"

Looking down, the blonde haired girl realized she was still wearing yesterday's clothing. "Um... no."

"It's by the stairway sweetheart." Sayoko said, making another lunch.

Koyoru grabbed the bag sitting by the side and the next thing she knew, Alyson was running upstairs with the other girl dragging her.

"Oh, it's you." Seta Souji, turned around to face Alyson who had been the one to address him. He was wearing the same thing he wore yesterday and she wondered if that was the regulation uniform for the school she was attending. She'd been focused on the silver haired boy that she nearly missed Nanako, his younger cousin. Shifting her umbrella so that rain would stop dripping into her bag, she walked up to them.

"Oh! Hi!" Nanako greeted her.

"Hi." Alyson said back, smiling at the little girl. It was hard not to be cheerful around her. She turned to Seta. "Yasogami High School?" She asked him.

He nodded.

"Can I come along with you? Sayoko-san told me where it was but I'm still not sure where it is and I REALLY don't want to be late."

For the first time since he met him, she could have sworn that Souji had smiled. "Sure. My cousin's showing me where the school is actually, so I guess she'll have to tell us both where it is."

"Mm!" Nanako nodded. She began leading the way while Souji and Alyson followed her, conversing.

"You're from America?" Souji asked.

"Yes, California. It's always sunny there but the rainy seasons could be pretty brutal too." She waved her umbrella. She hadn't even thought of bringing one when she came to Japan so the one she was using belonged to Koyoru. When she got the chance, Alyson was going to buy one from one of the stores.

"How's it going for you? I mean, you also moved here just yesterday." Alyson stated trying to get the conversation flowing. She wasn't good at starting conversations, but she was good at keeping them going. Well, depending on who she was talking to.

"It's.... really not that different from all the other times. But this time I had to move in with my uncle." Surprised by the bitterness in his voice, Alyson turned her head slightly to stare at him. So he had to move a lot. It must be difficult for him.

Alyson remembered that her parents had to move to from New York to California thanks to her dad asking to be transferred to Grass Valley, which was located in the Nevada County. It had been hard for her to adjust to her new surroundings as well as to have left her friends. And Souji had done it more than once? She couldn't blame him for being bitter about it.

She was about to ask him if he kept in touch with the friends he made in the other places he had lived when Nanako stopped and told them that their school was just up ahead. They waved good bye to the girl before heading to where she had pointed. The silence between them was deafening as Alyson was at a loss at what to say and Souji seemed fine with the silence.

"Huh?" Alyson noticed that a boy going to the same school as them was trying to ride his bike and hold his umbrella at the same time. He wasn't having much luck with it and to make matters worse, he crashed in to the pole.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, noticing him clutching down.... there.

He didn't bother to look up. "I'm... fine. Go on ahead without me."

"Are you sure....?"

Still not even bothering to glance at her, he nodded. She looked over at Souji who shrugged and walked away. Taking one last peek at the boy in agony, she followed her neighbour up the hill.

The teacher was grumbling as he lead them to their classroom. It turned out that they were in the same class as well; much to the chagrin of the buck toothed man. The minute another teacher had introduced them to him as their students, he had given all indication that they were nothing but trouble makers who came from other places to cause nothing but havoc and destruction.

Either that or Alyson was just making a bigger deal out of something she had yet to prove.

The teacher slammed their classroom door open, making her startle in surprise. None the less, she followed after Souji who went in after their new sensei. She had to admire the fellow transfer student's courage.

"Awright, shut your traps!" He screamed, slamming his book on to the desk. As all the students turned towards them, Souji and Alyson were aware that the focus of the room was on them."I'm Morooka Kinshiro, your homeroom teacher from today forward!"

Small groans could be heard from the students but the teacher ignored them. "First things first! Just 'cause it's spring doesn't mean you can swoon over each other like love-struck baboons. Long as I'm around, you students are going to be as pure as the driven snow!"

Souji stared at the teacher while Alyson had to clasp a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from bursting into laughter out loud. What he said was horrible but it was hilarious at the same time.

"Now I hate wasting my time, but I better introduce these transfer students." Grudgingly, he gestured at the two as if they had been invisible the entire time. He started with Souji first. "This sad sack's been thrown from the big city out to the middle of nowhere like yesterday's garbage. And he's just as much of a loser here as he was there, so you girls better not get any ideas about hitting on him!"

Alyson edged, if only slightly, away from the teacher.

Mr. Morooka continued. "Tell 'em your name, kid, and make it quick."

"Are you calling me a loser?" Souji asked the teacher, instead of introducing himself as he was instructed to do. If it had been quiet before, it was silent now. One of the transfer students just back talked a teacher!

It didn't take long for Mr. Morooka to recover. "That's it! You're on my shit list, effective immediately."

Alyson stared open mouthed in horror. "Are you even allowed to do that? You're suppose to be a teacher, not a jail warden!" She burst out before gasping and clasping her hands over her mouth. Great.... she just back talked the teacher too. Now everyone was staring at her.

"You're on it too!" Mr. Morooka screamed, making her flinch.

"Now listen up!" This was directed mostly at Souji. "This town is miles away from your big city of perverts and assholes in more ways that one. You better not even think of getting involved with the girls here, let alone abusing them!"

"And now you're stereotyping! What kind of teacher are you?" What was with all of these out bursts today? Maybe it was because her teacher had to be the most obnoxious, foul-mouthed.... person she had ever met.

The teacher sneered and it didn't fail to make Alyson more angrier than she already was. Ten minutes within his presence and she wanted to punch his face in. But unfortunately, there was probably something about assaulting your teachers no matter how much of an ass they were. "But what do I know... it's not like the old days. Even here, kids grow up so damn fast. Every time I turn my back, you're fooling around on those damn phones, checking your life-journals and my-places...."

Before they knew it, Mr. Morooka was rambling on and on about how technology had corrupted the youth of today and how back then when he was a child, they didn't have what the damn kids of today had. They had to work unlike the kids of today, and they had punishments that would've put any one in the classroom in their places. But alas, the dumb parents had condemned such acts as cruelty.

Finally, they were spared the rest of what he was going to say when a girl raised her hand and cut in through his lecture. "Excuse me, is it okay if one of the transfers sit here?" She called out.

The girl who had interrupted him had short brown hair and she was wearing a green jacket with yellow stripes. The combination of this gave her a very tomboyish appearance.

"Huh?" He snapped out of his long talk. "Yeah. Sure. You hear that kid? Your seat's over there. So hurry up and siddown already!"

As if to mock him, Souji took his time walking to the desk next to the girl. He wasn't slow, but he wasn't making any effort to get there as fast as he could.

"And as for you...." The teacher drawled.

Alyson gulped. She was alone now and she was certain that she was going to pay for the remarks she made earlier. Mr. Morooka struck her as the grudge holding type and right now was the perfect chance for him to get back at her.

"As you can see, this one isn't even from Japan!" Said Mr. Morooka as he began to 'introduce' her. "Huh, if you weren't from another country I would have made you dye that awful hair color of yours by now!"

Looking down at her feet, Alyson hoped that the class couldn't see her face turning red. She could feel her cheeks tingle; a sign that she was blushing from either anger or embarrassment. In her case right now, it was both.

"She's from the USA, which would explain her obnoxious attitude. And as you can see, she's a blonde." Klaxon bells were going off in her head. She really didn't like where this was going. "So don't make fun of her for not being as smart as you."

Her face was probably bright red by now. She could feel tears beginning to form but she wasn't going to cry; she was definitely not going to cry to give this creep the satisfaction of his little barbs getting to her.

"Now.... introduce yourself to the class."

"Aly....Alsyon James." She said, stammering over the first part.

She could hear the smirk in the teacher's voice. "Alright, that's enough with the introductions. You're seated to the left of the boy who looks dead. Hanamura, wake up you lazy idiot!"

The minute he had dismissed her, she immediately left his side to go to the desk he indicated. Anything to get away from him.

Her seat was across the aisle from the boy who crashed his bike earlier. Dropping her bag on the floor, she folded her arms on top of the desk and buried her head in them. Her first day of school hadn't been very good; not with the teacher who was suppose to teach them.

Alyson sighed. She hoped that it could only get better than this.

Yeah. The introduction of Morooka Kinshiro, otherwise known as King Moron.

Alright, before anyone gets mad at me this really is how Morooka is. He was making a reference to the 'dumb blonde' jokes when he was addressing Alyson. And the assumption that people from North America were obnoxious. So until next time, enjoy.