Eagan

Chapter 2: Monday!

Jean woke up on a stiff futon mattress that laid in his room.

He must have fallen asleep yesterday, because he couldn't remember anything after he had sat on the couch in the downstairs living room and closed his eyes for a second.
Someone must have brought him upstairs to his room, and whoever did that, he was very thankful to them. A quick look on his phone revealed that it was around half past 5. The sunrays must have set him off, he must had slept well over 12 hours in total.
He looked around, taking a deeper look at his room. It was pretty spacey, laid out with Tatamis and held in a clean and minimalistic style like most of the house. Next to the Door, there was a smooth looking commode, and on one side of the Room there was a locker.

On the other side of the Room was a small Desk with a Chair and two plugs for his Laptop and Phone Chargers. He stood up, putting on some morning clothes, and made his way downstairs.
The house was silent; it seemed that his Host Family was still sleeping. Making use of the opportunity, he quickly went back upstairs to grab his Cigarettes and have a Smoke outside.

He didn't know how they would react to him being a Smoker, but boy did he crave for a Cig.

Leaning the door against the doorway, he slipped outside and lit up his coffin nail.
Deviously looking around, he inhaled the Smoke and enjoyed the silence of the early morning of the Suburban side road he stood in.
After a couple minutes in which he had leaned against one of the Posts of the Wall that enclosed the Front yard of the House, he had satisfied his urges and turned around to look for a place to dispose the evidence of his misbehavior. Making sure it didn't burn anymore, he put the rest of his Cigarette in a trash bin. Then he turned around looked right into the Eyes of his Host father, who, with a Cigarette in his mouth, grinned back at him.

"Ohayōgozaimasu"Jean said, bowing at him.

His Host father responded laughing, then responding with a friendly "Ohayō" before pulling out his Lighter and lighting his Smoke. Looking backwards over his shoulder, Jeans host father walked down the road. He waved a short goodbye and disappeared behind a corner.

Jean Smiled, then he went back inside. It was around 6, so he had about 2 hours to get to school.
Getting back up to his room, he quickly changed into the Uniform that had been delivered to his Host family before he arrived. It actually fitted him pretty fine, given that he was about 20 cm Taller than the Average Japanese and had a rather athletic figure thanks to his training.
Looking into a Mirror that was mounted on one door of the locker, he inspected his looks thoroughly.

He wore a Black Jacket with Dark gray trousers. Underneath the Jacket, he wore a White Shirt with a Black tie. Overall, he looked pretty serious. He couldn't help himself, he had to giggle at the Sight.

Back in Germany, there were no uniforms. Everyone just wore what they liked, which ranged from modest clothing to hot pants and Jersey suits. Even he had the habit of just slipping into something comfortable if he wasn't as interested as he should be in how he looked.
When he finally made everything fit together, he started to equip his pockets with what he needed to get through the day. MP3 Player, Phone, some candy, his Cigarettes, his wallet and a small plan of the Area that he had printed out on Maps.

6:32

The LED display of his alarm showed that he still had more than enough time to do stuff.

He decided that he would get downstairs again to wait for the others, who started to make noises around the House.
On his way down, he ran into his Host mother who was on her way between bath and Bedroom, greeted him with a friendly hello. The next person he saw was the Respectable Host Sister, standing in the Kitchen with what seemed to be her Brother, preparing Breakfast.
Her Brother wore the Same uniform as he did, with the Difference that he seemed to be more used to it. She, on the other hand, wore a Black Blazer and a Dark Grey, Knee long Skirt. Other than that, her Uniform didnt differ from theirs at all. It was still a unusual sight to Jean, to see people wearing uniforms gave him a feeling of professionalism, dignity and purpose. Uncomparable to the mixed clothes of german students, who instead gave someone much more personality than the homogenous Uniform.