I nodded nervously at the teacher and put everything into the locker. Closing it slowly and resetting the combination. I let out a heavy sigh and made my way towards her. "Let's get this over with." I whispered under my breath. She lead me into the classroom, calming the noisy kids down with a shout. I didn't mind the noise. And I'm sure I could've talked over them, but once the had silenced and begun staring at me brainlessly, I got nervous. Soulless, different colored pearls piercing into my body. Every inch.
"Hello, my name is Yemi Akahatsu. I'm a Japanese transfer student. I have a mom that used to work at a hospital." They all stared. Not moving. I gulped and begun to talk again. "I'm an excellent artist and used to be a part time babysitter. I have a very calming presence and I hope you all enjoy my time here." They all nodded tiredly.
"Okay, Yemi, you sit beside Zach." I looked around the room, trying to find this 'Zach' person. There were no name tags, so I started looking around, confused. "Over here." He said with a low, tired voice. "Oh, thanks." I walked over and took the seat next to him, sighing uncontrollably.
"So, welcome to Sycamore Middle, Yemi!" Mrs. Creak said, applauding. I looked down at my desk, fiddling with my fingers. "Thanks Mrs. Creak."
"Okay, so, everyone knows their schedule, right?" Everyone nodded. "Yemi, do you have someone you can follow around? You have the same classes with everyone in this room." I looked over at Emma, and nodded.
The bell rung, and the announcements came on. I never tuned into them really, only when they ever mentioned lunch. Two minutes passed as the announcements were over.
And so my adventure began.
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FantasyYemi Akahatsu has been dealing with many things in her life, now, she has to deal with moving away from Japan to Oregon. Her life changes once she finds a notebook and pen lying on the ground underneath a hidden compartment stored in her room....
