A/N: Bare with me as you read this chapter. It's a bit long and slow. Technically this would be day three, but who's counting… oh wait me.

Just A Day In The Life …

Day 2

(New Guy)

Ever get that feeling, that you're alone in a crowd of people. Well I do all the time. It's been a week since I've been here at WLA and I can honestly say I don't fit in. Not only did they not give me any roommates, but whenever I pass a group of people, they point and whisper. I'm even referred to as the "New Guy". How's that for a nickname.

Over the week I've been in my room eating noodles from a cup fresh out of the microwave due to family exile and inability to cook for myself. I've also done more productive things like… memorizing where things were. Things like the cafeteria, the restroom, the lobby, the outside court, and my room. I also discovered the girls dormitory was next door to ours, in another separate building, a few blocks away. (Such ground breaking discoveries I must say.)

So today was Sunday and tomorrow was going to be my first day in class at this school, and I was extremely nervous on making a good impression (Like I already have).

-xxx-

Later in the day, I received a packaged about the size of a coffin. It was from the school and it laid at the front of my door just for anyone to take. (At least I knew how well their security was)

I kicked the box into my room and settled down on my bed. I opened the box like a large present, excited to see what was inside. There were articles of clothing in assorts of black, white, and burnt orange. Turns out it was my uniforms for the school year. One was a jet black seifuku style uniform trimmed with burnt orange which is basically a military style kind of outfit for men. It was the same style of uniform I've been accustomed to at Shibuya. The next was a nice and crisp burnt orange blazer that came with a white dress shirt, a black tie, and black slacks. Last but not least there was another outfit of a white short-sleeved dress shirt and a burnt orange vest. Near the bottom of the box was another box with black dress shoes and another pair of indoor black sneakers for the school halls.

From all this I concluded they wanted us to have an array of outfits to choose from throughout the year. I also saw a folder with an itinerary of the school hours and a map for new students like me. There was also my scheduled classes for tomorrow. My homeroom class was English Literature with a teacher named Mrs. Avery. I never really had a female teacher so I looked forward to it. I placed my clothes in the closet, ready to be displayed tomorrow.

-xxx-

(Later that day…)

Just as the whole dorm was about to go to sleep a loud whistle blared throughout the halls like a siren. A flurry of footsteps could be heard like cows being hoarded indoors. I ran outside my door in my maroon plaid pj bottoms and a muscle shirt, trying to see what the fuss was about. Right down the hall, I saw a stern man in an officer outfit, blowing his whistle. The students lined up in their sleepwear like soldiers.

"Alright Sissies! Another Year, Another Introduction! As you know, my name is Mr. Colonel, BUT I am Sgt. Colonel to you all, and you will respect my Au-thor-it-y!" the man addressed himself as he paced down the hall like an officer doing his nightly rounds. His gravel voice gargled throughout the halls of the veteran and newcomer students. He was a middle aged man with peppered gray hair and a mustache. He was a man who had seen many things in his time.

"Now LISTEN UP! I run a TIGHT SHIFT around here and I like this place to look clean in tip top shape YOU HEAR ME!"

He was right in front of me, giving me a cold stair. I didn't know whether to smile or keep a stern face.

"AND WHO ARE YOU?"

"Um my-"

"SPEAK UP SON!"

"My name is Takuya!"

"LAST NAME?"

"Kanbara!"

A couple of students cackled.

"Alright then new guy! Welcome to West Legacy Academy!"

He slapped me on the shoulder… really hard to the point I almost fell over.

"As for all of you, you already know how I do things around here! Curfew is strictly 2200 hours and lights out at 2300 hours! I don't want any horsing around here at night. You will have your room's cleaned spick and span EVERY morn-ING, and I will check every week to make sure! I might even do surprise inspections. NO EXCEPTIONS!"

The students moaned in unison.

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Good!" the man started making his way back, "As your head of house officer, that is all! Now get out of my sight!"

Everyone made there way back to their rooms, caring on with their conversations. I on the other hand stood there in a state of bewilderment.

"You too new guy!" Mr- (I mean) Sgt. Colonel said to me. I might as well have had a name tag with "New Guy" written on it since no one was courteous enough to memorize my name. Tomorrow was going to be a tough day, I could tell.

-xxx-

(BGM: The Blues, by Switchfoot)

It was 7:00 am and I was awake earlier than usual in my lonely room. My mind went through a plot point over my whole journey here. The first thing to come mind was my friends and the fact that they had already started school in Shibuya without me being around. I wonder what they could be doing right this instant?

My eyes skimmed along the objects of my room. The clock remained silent, the beds remained empty, and the window was open with a slit to let some cool autumn air in. Before long I was back asleep again…

-xxx-

*RIIIIING* *RIIIIING* *RIIIIING* "WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!"

My head shot off my pillow with alarm and disorientation. My brain was spinning as well as my optical focus.

I abruptly slammed the off button on my alarm clock due to how annoying it was. Before I placed my head back down on my pillow to get a few extra minutes of sleep, I realized I didn't have a few extra minutes to spare. It was 8:15 am and I had fifteen minutes to get to my first day of class…swell.

-xxx-

In record timing, I finished my morning rituals and rushed out my door, crashing into inanimate objects. My mind instantly flashed back to the warning Sgt. Colonel gave us about keeping tidy. I didn't have time for that though. It would just have to wait till I get back.

I rushed into the dorm halls like a student late for class. Fortunately, I wasn't the only one that was running late as I ran into a group of three students. My body collided into one of them head on, sending us both to the ground.

"Hey DUDE! Watch where you're going!" the male scolded me as his buddies helped him to his feet. He was my height (5'11") but his hair gave him a few more inches. He had spiky dark brown hair and stone cold hazel eyes. Based on his body type I could guess he was either a lean football player or an athlete of some sort. He had the face of a douche bag frat boy.

I gently rubbed my head as I slowly rose to my foot. "Sorry, buddy. I woke up late so I can't tell which way is up or down…"

"SO? Does it look like I care? You screwed up my morning vibe!"

"Yeah does it look like Kyle cares about your disabilities." One of the henchmen spoke on Kyle's behalf. I could immediately tell he was a suck up.

"No…I was just saying…"

"I don't want to here it dude! Are you some sort of noobie freshman anyway?"

"Actually…well yeah." I said, hoping I sounded confident in my self.

"Hmm- I haven't seen you before." He looked at his two brown-nosing friends, "Have you seen him before?"

"OH no Kyle! I've never seen him."

"I think he's one of those foreign students."

They both eyed me for ten seconds before they exchanged glances. Perhaps I had to pass some sort of visual test with these guys.

"Well, dude. Stay out of our way… and whats your name anyway?"

My mind froze with good reason. If I told him my true name, he would probably memorize it and use it against me in later encounters. If I told him a fake name then he wouldn't know my real name, until he found out sooner or later that I lied to him.

"Well do you have a name?"

"Takuya Kanbara!" just like that I revealed my whole identity. I might as well have given him my social security number and birth certificate.

"Well then, Takuya Kanbara! Next time you get in my way. I won't be so nice." With that he shoved me aside and went his way. The young man and his friends walked off to go to school, leaving me a nervous wreck as I readjusted the jacket on my seifuku.

"His name is Kyle Konnor. He's like the most popular guy on this floor. He's also captain of the varsity basketball, football, track, and soccer team." A random wimpy student walked by me as he laid upon me this important information. "You're lucky he didn't shove you in a locker… or a trash can."

The student finally sprinted off out the door. He probably was use to getting shoved in lockers by this Kyle Konner.

Despite how bad the vibes I was getting from Kyle, the good news was that he was the first person to refer to me by my name since I entered the dorms.

-xxx-

If you you've ever thought you were lost before, try navigating through a four-story building that's a bazillion acres wide. The school looked like the size of a small country. The clay colored bricks of the wall illuminated like fiery passion as the sun shined on them. The windows were just as nice as well. The building seemed about fifty years old, yet still new and vibrant due to how well the school staff kept the place looking nice. There was not a single particle of dirt on the campus.

As I stood before the entrance and the grand steps, students walked pass me to and fro, watching me to see if I had froze in time due to my gapping mouth and fixated expression towards the front entrance. It was extravagant.

Each step I made up the steps felt a like lifetime journey towards destiny and beyond. My heart thudded in my chest with each step as if it wanted to escape my rib cage prison. I was certain I was going to fall over from a heart attack and cause a scene, while paramedics come and throw me out on a stretcher. I was so focused on getting up the steps I didn't pay much any attention towards any of the students that were whispering as I walked by.

"Who is he?"

"Who is that guy"

"He's cute…"

"I don't know… he's not my type."

"I think he's one of the foreign students."

"Or worse… a spy.

"He sucks!"

Yep, these were just a glimpse of the conversations I was hearing along the way up the stairs.

-xxx-

As I entered through the building, the hallways were crowded with a flurry of black, white, and burnt orange suits pacing all around me. I fumbled through my schedule, looking for my homeroom only to eventually smack into one of the students crowding the hallways. As our bodies fell to the floor, I realized that this was a déjà vu moment. I prayed that it was not Kyle and his goons as I tried to recover from the impact.

To my fortune and good will, it was not. In fact, it was a female student sitting in an up right position as she too recovered from the collision.

"I'm SO sorry!" I blurted out as I reached out to pick up her books (how cliché).

"Its OK. I should have been aware of someone as clumsy as you."

I looked up at her to tell whether or not she was being serious or funny. She was being funny… I think.

(Funny Moment Music: Abrazeme Muy Fuerte by, Mark Anthony)

As my chocolate brown irises gazed upon her, I felt my cheeks burn ten degrees higher than usual. She had gorgeous long hair as black as a crow's feathers, and even toned brown skin. I believe she was of Spanish decent as my eyes met her brown orbs.

"Oh… heheh. I guess I am a cluts sometimes." I replied back, rubbing the back of my neck. Of course in my head I was thinking other wise. I'm definitely not a cluts.

We both stood up simultaneously still holding the same gaze until she finally looked away.

"I should be getting to class." She said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She slowly walked passed me, then looked behind her back, "You should probably do the same, 'Clutsy Boy'."

She then disappeared into the sea of students like the mysterious girl she was, leaving me speechless. What just happened here? And did she just give me a new nickname?

-xxx-

"SORRY I'M LATE!" I yelled as I crashed the classroom doors, nearly stumbling over. I was five minutes late and my homeroom teacher, Ms. Avery, had already started class.

"Ah, You must be Takuya Kanbara, our new foreign student."

I was flattered by how she already knew who I was. In fact, I'm sure I was blushing madly at the moment.

"Um, yeah…" I muttered.

"Well class, everyone say high to our new student, Takuya..." she paused to recall my last name.

"Kanbara… Takuya Kanbara." I reminded her as I readjusted the neck of my uniform.

"HI TAKUYA!" the whole class chanted in unison. They sounded like a crowd of drone robots programmed by the teacher, herself.

"Alright Takuya, and just have a seat in the third row next to the window."

I slowly walked over to the desk that I was destined to be with for the rest of the year. I could feel all eyes on me for the five seconds it took for me to walk over there. As my butt graced the seat, the class finally went back to normal while the teacher resumed everyone's attention. Might I add that she mainly had the guy's attention the most due to the fact she was very, and I mean VERY attractive.

She was Caucasian with auburn hair with a hint of red in the mix. She also wore those cliché black framed glasses you see female teachers wear in the movies, but for some reason they looked genuine on her. Today she had on a white long sleeved blouse with a tight black pencil skirt. And to top it all off, she had the most pleasant alto voice in the entire school. It was as soothing as listening to the ocean on a warm beach in the summer afternoon chanting your name.

"Alright class, turn to chapter one as we review over the conception of literary devices and…"

And so she went on and on talking about literature while I took the time to memorize my classmates' faces. As I looked around the room, most of the students didn't seem please to know they had a new student. Even one kid was giving me the evil eye the entire time.

I continued analyzing the room and noticed there were empty desks that were available for me to switch to just in case I felt uncomfortable with my surrounding classmates. But despite all this, my mind pondered on the most important thing to me that actually mattered…lunch.

-xxx-

(Lunch Time…)

There's no time like lunch time, I thought. And so lunchtime finally came around and I made my way into the cafeteria. The place was like an extravagant dynasty filled with peasants scavenging for food. There were rows and circles of clothed tables furnishing the area. It was like dining in a high-class restaurant, without the tinted lights and lighted candles. The air was filled with a harmony of aromas, ambushing my nose all at once, which triggered my stomach to growl. It had been a long day so far and I was ready to eat anything.

There was a huge line in front of the restaurants called Mifflin's Burgers. It probably was the most popular item in the entire school due to how long the lines were.

I grabbed my tray of food and walked over to the dining area to find a seat. My eyes glanced over each table, I noticing the certain "cliques"; those cliché groups of people sitting amongst each other like family.

There were the nerds and geeks laughing up a storm over some inside joke about Star Trek… or Star Wars. There were also the emo kids being… emo over how dreadful life was (Do I need to go further?) Then there was a table right across from them that was more colorful. It was the artsy table filled with teens that had an eye for art. I could tell by the way they assorted their food together to display mosaic scenery. Not too far away from them were the Show Choir and Band group. Most of them sang while they ate while the other talked about their next concert performing for the school. But everyone knows you can't go through a list of school cliques without mentioning the top of the top of the food chain… that's right the Cheerleaders and Jocks. These two were made for each other. Just imagine what sports would be like without the cheerleaders. None of the athletes would know when to go "GO GO GO!"

So after making a life long debilitating decision of where to sit, I made my way to an empty table and sat down all by myself. At this point I was willing for anyone to come sit next to me, even if they had negative infinity cool points. And so I sat there enjoying one of Mifflin's famous burgers. Just me and Mifflin's burger.

-xxx-

(End of School)

(DIIING! DOOONG! DIIING! DOOONG, DIIING! DOOONG! DIIING! DOOOOOOOONG!)

The bell rang in its harmonic and infamous Westminster Chimes which I came to familiarize myself with. School was finally over as herds of students escaped through the school doors to either go back to their dorms or spend the night out partying. Seeing that I had few options, I decided to go ahead and make it back to my room and sleep for the rest of the day. I didn't see any use doing my assignments due to my block schedule. I was notoriously the number one procrastinator back at Shibuya Junior High… but I'll tell you that story later on some other day…

Along the way home I walked by the girl's elegant dormitory. It was pleasant and nice just like ours, nothing different except for the gender that occupied the rooms. The majority of girls that were walking behind me giggled and discussed matters while others had a good time yelling and screaming weird males followed their girlfriends to the front of the door and kissed them goodbye as they watched them go inside their dorms. Very few males have entered into the dormitory with their girlfriends since it was considered taboo. This has left the guys to wonder… what really goes on behind those closed doors.

Of course I would never find out unless I did some *cough *cough snooping of my own (not that I would do such a thing. What do you guys think I am? A Stalker?)

As my foot stood in front of the gates to my dorm, my ears could pick up the sound of kids yelling about and cheering. My head automatically shifted in the direction of the sound coming from school children and in the mist was my little brother Shinya. It just so happens he already made a ton of friends on his first day and was blending well with the others.

Subconsciously and out of reflex I waved my hand to get his attention as I yelled his name. I felt slightly awkward realizing I was breaking the sacred "We-have-no-kin-relationship-as-long-as-we're-in-public" rule.

Realizing my presence, he shamefully acknowledged me with a half haggard wave of his own, and then dismissed himself from his group of new friends to come over and talk to me.

"What?" he asked with a blunt tone.

"Hey, buddy! How's it going so far?"

"Good…"

"I see. Those are some great friends you made there." (I don't know why I emphasized "some")

"Yeah…"

"So how was your first day?"

"Eeeh… alright." (His first two word response.)

"Yeah I hear ya. It can be rough being the new guy."

"Huh?" he looked at me funny as if I spoke in pig latin. "What do you mean rough? I've had a blast so far!"

Just like that the tone of the conversation took a sudden toll towards my self-esteem.

"Everyone here was interested and wanted to know where I came from. Some of them I even exchanged phone numbers with, not to mention a girl."

The kid had only been to school for one day and he was Mr. Woopty-Freakin-DO-DAH-Hotshot. Getting hugs and cheers left and right. They practically threw him a parade by the sound of his interesting first day.

"In fact, I don't think I can be seen with you or else people will start thinking we're brothers. If you're already having it bad this far, I need to scram before it rubs off onto me. I can't let you blow this for me with your bad mojo.!" With that he took several cautious steps back and sprinted off into the building, making sure no one saw him with me just earlier.

Brother indeed.

-xxx-

"Hi Mom. Hey Dad." I spoke into the phone piece of my cell phone as I walked towards my room.

"Hey, how's it going son?" My dad replied. His voice fizzled through the speaker.

"Its…ok. In fact, its great!"

"Oh Takuya, are they treating you like dirt over there?" my mom blurted through the phone in an overly concerned voice.

"Um… no mom-"

"Oh you poor thing. They are giving you a rough time aren't they. Do you need us to send you your favorite dish to cheer you up?"

"Uh, no mom. I'm fine, really."

"You don't sound fine." She replied, knowing the patterns of my voice extremely well.

"Yeah, that's because I have a ton of homework and projects to finish." I exaggerated a bit.

"Hm, is that right?" my dad replied.

"NO its wrong and cruel punishment!"

"Takuya! Use your indoor voices. We don't want people thinking we raised a lunatic."

"Oh wow… thanks Mom. I feel a whole lot better about myself than I already did."

"I thought you said everything was ok? You sound like you being abused!"

My mom could sometimes take things out of context way too drastically.

"I'm not being abused! It's just not easy fitting in with a bunch of strangers thousands of miles away from your home."

There was silence. An eerie silence before my Dad spoke up.

"Takuya, I know it may not seem great right now, but keep strong and believe me when I say this. It will get better."

I paused before I answered. "I hope you're right…"

"He is right! Your Dad knows these things. You should listen to him more often!"

"Alright." I chuckled, "Well I got to go."

"What about Shinya? Is he with you?"

"Actually he's in another room somewhere. They grouped us by our class."

"OK. I see. Keep an eye out on him for us ok." My mom requested.

"Will do Mom." (Like he needs my "expert" guidance.)

"We love you Son."

"I love you too guys."

"I think you will enjoy tomorrow." My Dad added as a sign of encouragement.

"…I hope so too."

With that I soon ended the phone call and placed the phone on my desk. I slipped out of my shoes and spread out on my bed to ease my troubled mind. Today was an awkward long day and I wanted it to be over… only so I could go through it again the next day.

As the back of my head hit the pillow, I began to doze off into a deep slumber, immediately. I slightly raised my eyelid at the sound of my phone vibrating, but ignored it due to how late it was. I was exhausted, and I needed to get some sleep.

-xxx-

(The next morning…)

WAKE UP BZZZZZZZ! WAKE UP BZZZZZZZ! THIS IS AN ALARM!

My alarm clock tried "desperately" to wake me up but failed. It was 8:10 am, five minutes earlier than last time, but still not enough to get ready for school that starts in 20 minutes.

I aggressively smashed the snooze button, this time waking up. With a voracious yawn I took off to my bathroom to get ready for school. I probably would have to forgo showering just this once.

I slipped on my seifuku once again and straightened out the wrinkles in them with a tug at the hems.

"Today is going to be a great day…" I told myself with a monotone voice. I did not sound too convincing. I even jumped in the air thrusting my index finger towards the heavens as if that would justify my emotions.

Before I could make it out my dorm, I heard sounds of voices discussing matters outside my room. They were approaching my door.

"Dude, which room is it!" one voice asked.

My body went numb for a second. Not only did I piss off Kyle yesterday, but he also felt that need come to my room and do… whatever it was he was going to do to me.

"It's this one dumbass. 2-1-7! I swear you never read."

"I do read… just not numbers."

The voices were louder now and right at my door. Any minute they would bang on the door to see if I was still inside… or maybe it was a surprise inspection from Sgt. Colonel and Kyle ratted me out somehow that I kept my room unclean. Perhaps this was his revenge.

Whatever the deal was, I couldn't be seen; otherwise I might not make it to class with my limbs intact. The doorknob was locked so there was no way anyone could get inside-

"Alright were in!" A familiar voice exclaimed after rattling his keys.

After hearing the door miraculously open, I quickly went into hiding inside my closet.

"Wow. It looks like someone already moved in here." Another one of the voices said.

"I guess we have a roommate, already. I hope he's not a slob."

"I hope it's a girl."

"You idiot. Do you ever think about anything else other than girls… and food?"

"Yes!"

"Plus, this is a 'Boy's' dormitory. I don't think girls would be living here."

"Hey, you never know. It could be coed."

The more this conversation went on the more curious I felt to peek the door open to see who these potential roommates were. They actually sounded familiar.

"Dude, there goes a Mitsubishi Eclipse Limited Edition Poster. There's only one guy we know who had one of those."

"You mean Takuya?"

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat due to the fact I heard my name. My brain, my heart, and my body were rushing with emotions. There was only one-way to see for sure if my intuition was correct.

I suddenly opened the closet door and met face to face with three young men my age starring back at me as if they knew they were about to be ambushed by a ninja hiding in a closet.

"Takuya!" all three of them said, recognizing me, yet surprised. It was JP, Kouichi, and Kouji and they were all in my room. I slapped myself to make sure this wasn't a dream… it wasn't (and I slapped myself for nothing)

I guess, somehow, someway, I found myself home again.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: Badumpa-pish! So walla. The third installment is here. I finally did.I kind off rushed the last parts because of how long it took me to retype and edit this. So anyways, what do you think about the twist at the end?

Kouji: It was quite obvious.

Me: That obvious huh?

Takuya: That's all you ever do is try to end the chapter with a twist.

Me: Geez, you guys are so mean when you're not scripted.

JP: [randomly blurts out] When do we get to see some girls in this story.

Me: Pipe down. In time my friend… in time.

Sheesh these guys can be a handful…

Tommy: [Blows a harmonica]