Ivan's POV.. still….:
Trying to navigate through the air port in Japan was nearly an impossible task! So many fucking people everywhere!! I had to take inch steps at a time to get from one place to another! Then one of the worst case scenarios…. Losing your luggage in a Japanese air port... Something you boys and girls might want to try to avoid.. I stood there for hours upon end waiting for my luggage to appear on the carousel…
It turned out that a family took my bag by accident and left home… So I waited that much longer for them to get back with my belongings..
Finally after they arrived, I regained my confidence and my boxers.
"*Sigh* What's the next thing on the to-do list…"
I scroll down the list and as I get closer to the bottom my eyes widen and—
"HOLY CRAP! I NEED TO ENROLL MYSELF IN SCHOOL! I HAVE ABOUT AN HOUR BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!"
First problem… I have NO IDEA WHERE ANYTHING IS IN JAPAN! Second problem… My Japanese is mediocre.. Third and final problem… Not many people here speak English too well, so I don't want to offend anyone..
I actually end up finding my way to the school enrollment center.
"So your name is Ivan Javier Valdez… Is this correct?" He continuously fixated his glasses on me as if I were not of this planet…
"Yes sir."
"And you are Hispanic.. is this correct as well?" As he takes a sip of his high caffeinated coffee…
I stared blankly at his face…
"Uhh.. Yes sir?"
He had his hand carefully gallop alongside the desk he sat at, and slowly set his cup aside....
"Are there any remedial courses we could enroll you in, before you take on our normal classes?"
Now this guy is starting to piss me off…
"No sir… I'm perfectly capable of handling myself in any of the AP or normal courses you have to offer me.."
The man behind the desk gave me a perplexed look ..
"Ah. Alright.."
"Welcome to Mitsuhara High School!" he reached out to shake my hand, but carelessly tipped over his cup of coffee onto the computer, making it short circuit….
" Uhh.. Did you save my information before spilling your coffee onto the computer?"
He turned from the computer and faced me sharply..
"Well of course I did!! What kind of an idiot wouldn't do so!?" His eyebrows turned into crosshairs, and were aiming right for me..
"I uhh.. Well… GOTTA GO! THANKS A LOT FOR HELPING ME OUT!!" as I zipped through the double doors of the building..
"Stupid foreigners… Oh God my coffee!!"
Hours later I finally find the apartment I booked for the flight. . It was big enough for one person, but could hardly fit another. I finally walked inside..
"Home sweet home…"
I looked down at my feet and dropped my luggage. I roamed through the rest of the apartment, hoping for no irregularities…
"Thank God... No molded bathrooms or sinks… and no roaches… for once!"
Things started to seem better already until—
*knock knock knock*
"What? Someone at the door already?"
*knock knock knock*
"Hello? Who is it?"
"It's Mr. Fuji!" he exclaimed.
"Mr. who?"
Silence upheld the moment…
"I'm the man from the enrollment center…. JUST OPEN THE DOOR!"
I rushed to the door and scrambled at the knob to get it open. Once opened he greeted me with his forehead knocking into mine.
"Ow! Hey watch it buddy!"
"No time to talk! There has been an unfixable error in your school schedule…"
I stare…. And stare…….
"……. "
"Didn't you just hear what I said! There has been a—"
"You didn't save my information properly did you…"
"This is not the time Mr. Valdez!! You need to know what's going to happen now!!"
I cross my arms in annoyance…
"Then spit it out. What happens now?"
Mr. Fuji tries to find the correct words to use..
"You have accidently been enrolled into a private school… it's a very prestigious school I might add… Only the richest of Japan can afford it…"
My eyes widen in anger..
"DO I LOOK RICH TO YOU!? HOW DO YOU THINK I'LL AFFORD THAT SCHOOL, AND THIS PIECE OF SHIT APPARTMENT!?"
"Mr. Valdez, Japan has offered to pay you into this school, because of the inconvenience… You are one, amazingly lucky person, and I hope you know that…"
A great feeling of relief had been lifted off of my chest..
"Alright then… What's the problem?"
"I don't think you have what it takes to last in a school like this. If your grades reach below a B average, then you will be kicked out of the school, and have to re- enroll yourself into another."
"Is that it? B average?"
Mr. Fuji stares back coldly..
"This is not a joke.. You have no idea what it's like to be in a Japanese private school! It's so much different from the schools over in your country."
This guy is asking for it...
"I don't like how you put that little spin on the word "your". You think I'm just some stupid Mexican don't you? You think I can't handle the pressure you're trying to steer my way?! Well let me tell you something sir… I've dealt with the most fucked up crap, since I was four years old! My Grandfather died in a pool of blood in my arms, and you think I can't handle a fucking private school?! I knew my parents for a year before they were all murdered!! How dare you walk into my apartment, and belittle me! GET THE FUCK OUT!"
With that he crawled out..
"Oh yes, and Mr. Fuji.. I accept your challenge…"