I enter the school building and enter the office. The principal comes to me, and says, "Welcome, Akahana. I hear you're from Japan, welcome to New York! If you have any teasing issues, tell me right away, as we do not accept racism in this school. Make yourself at home, and have a great day!" I thank her, and get my schedule.
I read that I have language arts first, and the school bell rings. The principal leads me to the language arts room, and I thank her once again. I enter the classroom, and everyone stares at me.
Most of the students break the silence by laughing at me.
One boy shouts, "She's wearing pajamas to school! She also has crazy geisha make-up! She's Chinese."
Wait, Chinese? No. I'm Japanese, not Chinese.
A girl shouts, "She's wearing weird flip-flop heels! Hahaha!"
I knew this would happen. I knew it all along. My teacher yells, "HEY! Akahana came from Japan to come here. She's had enough trouble getting here, now you're gonna cause more trouble for her? Extra homework for everyone. Except for Akahana."
The rest of the class goes so well. So does the rest of school. Actually, school in America might not be so bad after all.
YOU ARE READING
The New Girl
General FictionAkahana is a 16-year-old Japanese girl that is coming to America. When she leaves Japan and stays in America, she gets teased and laughed at. But she does have a passion-gardening. Can Akahana fit in and live a happy life in America?
