Chapter 1
Moanin'
Lord give me strength to walk up this slope everyday from now on, and gain the muscle that I will hopefully get in these last three years of school. Amen.
I look up and groan, the slope still goes on. I was so out of place with the rest of these students. I was born in Australia. What's an outsider like me doing here? I have no clue, myself. My parents wanted to get away from the country for a while, and I don't know how long that's going to be. I was a bit chubby in more areas than these skinny girls. I didn't mind my breast size. I could grab my stomach when I sit down. In the 60's all the girls had to be skinny to dance. But I didn't want attention for dancing. I wanted people to see me sing. I have a little bump in my stomach when I stand up. I had a curvy figure with large butt and thighs. Not a thigh gap. Not a small stomach and the slim figure like all these Japanese girls. I was relieved to make it up the slope and near the high school. It was different than I anticipated. Quite a large school, elegant but simple. The garden was beautiful, trailing the footpaths with tall palm trees. I walk to the large crowd forming around multiple wooden boards. That's right. I get the slip of paper out of my pocket. I need to find my classroom number. I couldn't quite see. I stand on my tip toes to get a glance at my class number. I stand down and sigh. Still nothing. These people sure are tall. I accidentally trip over someone's foot and I fall into someone's comfortable arms. I quickly get up and bow to the person.
"I'm so sorry." I get up and walk away not wanting to look at the person. God, (Reader) way to embarrass yourself on your first day. After everyone started leaving the group. I finally manage to find my classroom number.
"Everyone! This is our new student. She has traveled all the way from Australia." Everyone starts muttering amongst themselves. Australia? Where's that? She looks like a horse. She's quite pretty.
Everyone's voices die down and it was finally my turn to introduce myself. I get up. I could feel people staring at me. This is so awkward.
"Nice to meet you. My name is (Reader) Suzaki. I hope we can become friends." I said bowing slightly. I heard a faint snicker. I blush in embarrassment. I walk to the end of the class and sit at the back of the class, behind a fat boy with glasses. I slowly sit down and look at my hands in my lap. I don't think I could make any friends this year. If I'm super lucky, without any boys doing that to me. I just want to go to a quiet place. Another boy was introduced to the class. He was a skinny boy with big glasses. Jet-black hair and he was looking down at the floor. The teacher was obviously pointing out how smart he was in his previous school. Lunch soon arrived and I instantly get up and head straight for the roof. I couldn't but smile as I was getting closer. I walk up the stairs but stop as I saw something covered in a sheet in front of the door. I heard someone come up the stairs too I look back to see the boy with glasses from my class. He seemed to be covering his mouth.
"Hey... are you ok?" I whispered. He looks down and walks up to me. I look down at the figure. My plan was just ruined by this guy. I sigh and slowly walk down the stairs. I didn't think where I was going because I bumped into someone. I look and saw three males' staring down at me. My eyes widen in fear. They were smirking at me with those hungry eyes.
"Hey, sweet cheeks." the middle one says grabbing my chin making me look into his brown eyes. I frown at his touch. The guy suddenly grabs me around the waist and walks with me up the stairs.
"Are you Sentaro?" another guy questioned. I was at the front of the guy and stopped to see the boy with glasses and a really tall one wearing a striped shirt. He stares at my helpless form.
"Is this what you're looking' for?" the guy said spinning a key around his index finger.
"Then you goons are the thieves, huh?" Sentaro said.
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