The Nerd Society

The Nerd Society : American Transfer Student

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Japanese

English

"Uh... Morning... Again... School... Again... More... pain...", I open my eyes. I just woke up. The first thing I do... Check the clock. "Oh shit! Sophie's gonna flip if she wakes up without the breakfast ready.", I tell myself. I quickly get up and sprint to the kitchen... What a wonderful sight... Sally is at the stove cooking breakfast while Sophie is setting the table... "What is going on???", I ask. "Why is Sally here?", I add. "Oh, good morning Troy! I invited Sally to eat with us.", she replies. "If she's eating with us, then why is she the one cooking!?", I say. "I told her that I'll cook but she insisted to cook.", she replies. "Oh. I see. Why isn't she saying anything?", I ask. Is she playing deaf or something? "She's wearing earphones.", Sophie answered. "Oh... I see.", I reply. "Oh shit! I just remembered! I gotta go to school early today! I have band practice!", she remembered. Sophie is a member of the cultural club. She has these early band practices every Tuesday morning so I don't blame her.

"Well, gotta go! Troy, take care of Sally!", she says. "If something happens to her, I'll make sure you suffer!", she adds as she spreads a dark aura... She heads over to Sally to say goodbye. "Hey Sally! I have to go early today. Just eat with Troy and go to school.", she says as Sally removes the earphones. "Goodbye, see you later!", said Sally. Ohh... Crap. I'm in a room alone with a beautiful blonde girl... I shouldn't think of this crap. "Sally, what are you cooking?", I ask. "Oh good morning Troy, I'm making the ordinary American breakfast... Eggs and Bacon.", she replies. Eggs and Bacon huh... I used to eat that when I was a kid. But I haven't ate another one since we migrated to Japan. "Nice. Can't wait to eat it.", I say. "Hey Troy, how hard is it there at your school?", she asks. How hard? Huh... "How hard? Well, for me, it's pretty easy. For you however... I don't know. You have to cope up. You have problems with Japanese.", I say. "You're right. I do. Well, they didn't put me in the international class for nothing!", she says. The international class. I spent a year there. It's just beside my classroom.

After eating, we walk to school together. It's not long until she has her next Japanese encounter. "Woah! She's the American transfer student.", people say. I show her to her class. "This is your class Sally. Class 2-S. Well, people here speak English. So, I'm gonna head to my class.". I say. "Okay.", she nods.

"Troy!!! You were with the transfer student!!! You guys are dating are you!? Please tell us your technique!", says Daisuke. What is this all of a sudden??? "Did you hear? The transfer student was with that nerd Troy." "Yeah, I heard. Wow, she doesn't know what she's doing. Troy is just a weak little nerd.", said some girls in the back. Usually, I'd burst into anger and hit those fools. But now, it happens too often that I gotten used to it enough that I no longer do it.

"Troy Mendoza!", yells our homeroom teacher. "Yes!", I urgently reply as I stand up. "Troy, we have recieved information that Ms. Sally Blakie lives next door from you.", he says as everyone start chatting. "Because of that, the faculty has decided that you will be incharge of her Japanese skills.", he says. "Yes sir!", the words involuntarily slip out of my mouth. Now, there's one thing that I'm sure will happen... This year is gonna be freaking fun.