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Dee called me over and I sat beside her as our Math teacher took roll. He mispronounced my name, but I was too shy to correct him. He just had that air of someone you don�t want to mess with. He sat us alphabetically, and I had boys on either side of me.

The teacher, Mr. Mignion, was clearly a jock. He was the football coach and talked to us about it for half the class. I was so bored. The second half he went over rules.

�When addressed as a class, you will answer as a class. If I ask one person, no one else will answer. There will be no making fun of Math in here. You can joke about other classes, as long as it doesn�t disrupt the class. You will answer all questions clearly and articulately. There will be no clock watching and no talking back. I expect no rude or otherwise sounds other than speaking when spoken to. Breaking any of these rules will result in an immediate detention. If you answer a question incorrectly, you will do pushups the remainder of the class. Every morning we will say the pledge, taking turns leading us.� He glanced at the clock, his dark eyes reading the time easily. He ran a hand through his black hair. �We have about five minutes left, so let�s say the pledge now. We�ll start with the end of the alphabet, with Mr. Walker. Would you please start?�

The boy on my right stood, and the rest of us followed. I had no clue what was going on, but put my hand as the other�s had and faced the general direction of everyone else. �I pledge allegiance,� Walker said, before everyone else joined, �to the flag of the United States of America.� Now I knew where to look: at the flag. I didn�t know the words, so I just moved my lips, trying to catch it all. �Justice for all,� they ended, and we all sat back down.

�Good,� Mr. Mignion said, smiling. �I think this will be a good class. Let�s do some simple problems, shall we?� We all answered with a groan that became a �Yes!� �Good. Mr. Uesugi,� he said, still slaughtering it. He completely skipped the �e� and made the �g� soft. �Five plus two.� When I didn�t answer immediately, he looked at me, puzzled.

I was still learning the numbers and was a little nervous. I knew them better than I showed that morning, but I couldn�t get my mind to work right. I was counting on my fingers and found two quickly enough, but five was harder. �One, two, three, four, six, seven� Wait,� I was muttering under my breath. �I skipped something. One, two, three, four, five!� I looked at my five fingers and held up two beside them. I had to count them three times before I was thought I�d found the right answer. �S-seven?� I said, still whistling. The class giggled quietly.

�What was that?�

�Seven.�

�Are you whistling, Mr. Uesugi?�

�No. Not on purpose,� I said.

�Why are you whistling?�

�A t-tooth is missing.� I was suddenly terrified that I would get a detention on the first day of school.

�I won�t give you a detention today, but if you ever whistle in here again, I�ll have to. Understand?� I nodded. �What was that?�

�Yes,� I quivered. Just then the bell rang, and we walked out. I managed to get to my Science class and didn�t see anyone I recognized. I sat down in the back corner alone, in hopes of not bringing attention to myself. The teacher came in after the bell rang, and immediately told those of us hanging back to move forward. Instantly all eyes were on the three of us. There was another boy and a girl hiding back near where I was, and we all quickly moved up, wanting to end the staring.

She called roll as she sat us down. I ended up being the last one in the room, sitting next to the girl that had been hiding, Beth Turner. Her brother, Arron, was on her other side. The teacher introduced herself and said her name was Barbara Taft, but we could call her Mrs. Taft. Everyone called her Barbie though. Then she went around the room making us each introduce ourselves and the person after us could ask one question.

We all went around, and I just asked the first stupid question that came to my mind when it was my turn to ask. Something about favorite colors or pets. I was more relaxed here and could actually use my hard learned English. When Beth was done I stood.

�Um, my name is Uesugi Eiri,� I said, my accent hard on the name. �It�s spelled: E- I- R- I. I moved to New York last May from Japan. I am fourteen and I write stories in my spare time.�

Barbie looked at me a moment, then asked, �Why did you move?� I think she was just trying to ask something everyone might want to know, and maybe just make some semi-conversation material, but I wasn�t prepared to answer that.

�Um�� I stood a minute, stammering. I suddenly didn�t know whether to tell, or brush it away. Finally I managed to answer. �There were some, uh, family issues going on, so I am staying with my brother-in-law-to-be until it all cools off.� I sat down, and she went over the rules. Classic ones, you know. �No yelling, no running, no throwing stuff. Homework in on time. Blah, blah, blah.� When class was over, I went to my locker. While I was there, a girl walked over.

�Hi Eiri,� she said. I stared at her blankly, unable to come up with her name. �Mackenzie,� she reminded me. �We�re in Science together.�

�Right. Hi Mackenzie.�

She giggled. I hated girls so much. Giggling always drove me nuts. And this was painfully reminding me of the girls I�d left behind in Japan. �What�s your next class?� she asked. I checked.

�History with Mrs. Ernst,� I answered.

�Oh. I�ve got Math. Well, maybe I�ll see you later!�

�Maybe,� I said as we walked our separate ways, her blonde hair bouncing as she left. �Ditz,� I muttered in my native tongue, walking to my own class.

This class was basically the same as Science. Intros and rules. She was pretty nice too, but older. She let us sit where we wanted, and I sat with Dee right behind me, Delilah to my left and Willow on my right. I couldn�t believe we all had the same class. Even the girls thought it was weird. It was the only one they all had together and Dee and Delilah only had Science together other than History. Reading and English followed, much to the same rhythm as second and third period. Then it was lunch. I sat with Dee and her sisters, and they told me about the other kids in our class. When we were done there, I went to Industrial Arts. The teacher there said his name was Mr. Robertson. I didn�t really have any interest in that class at all, but I decided to give it a couple of days.

Gym was my seventh and final class. Mrs. Pike was the teacher, and she lined us up on the floor in five rows of four or five. The rules were fast, and then we were up and playing. We all talked and joked with her, and it was really relaxing in the gym. When the bell rang, we all headed for the doors.

�Eiri!� Willow called, catching up. �Hey, can I walk with you?�

�Sure. Where�re Dee and Delilah?�

�Oh, Delilah got detention for smart mouthing Mr. Mignion and Della�s trying out for Drama club.�

�Okay,� I said. �Where do you guys live?�

�Fourth and Broadway. Right on the corner.�

�Cool. I think I passed there on my way to the subway this morning.�

�Great!� We walked down to the subway chattering nonstop, and we got off together. I stopped at her house, and she invited me in.

�I can�t,� I said. �I�ve got to get home or Tohma-san will worry.�

�Alright. I�ll see you at school tomorrow. Or maybe in the morning on the way.�

�Bye!� I called, walking down the side walk. It was another two blocks to get back to Tohma�s apartment, and I was supposed to be home by three-thirty.~
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