•Unlikely Love•

•1•

My name is Asia. Just... Asia. Bit ironic since I'm actually asian. I'm Chinese. Well, American Chinese but I can still speak it well. It's my first day of school in Chicago and I guess I'm kind of regretting it a little bit. Walking through these crowded halls make me feel a little sick. Don't throw up. Don't throw up. Don't throw up!

End of log 1.

•Asia POV•

I could see the crowds of people before me. Intimidating and careless. When I say intimidating and careless I mean... they don't really care that they are being intimidating. They don't even realise it. I can't even walk to my locker. I just couldn't do it.

I take one big deep breath and make my way past the girls who stared me down.

Stared me down real good.

God.

Just go away!

Stop staring!

That's all I thought in my head. It was irritating that people have to stare. Or even feel the need to. You're being creepy. Stop.

As I use my dainty and skinny fingers to open the lock and swing the creaky door open, I hear a few laughs behind me. I'm not hesitant. Ever.

I turn my head and stare at the laughter. Coming from a group of boys who looked like they could be jocks.

I shake my head in disbelief and grab the extra books I'll be needing today. Science class first.

Splendid.

I step my small feet over to my door, A7 to be exact. This will be my chemistry room from now on. I'm hoping I won't be around some blind idiots who mess around all day.

Or tease me because I'm asian.

Gosh.

I bet they'll do that too.

I sweep the annoying strand of hair that was in my eye and place my hand on the cold metal handle and press it down, entering the luke warm room.

I take in the unfamiliar scent and turn my head to the right, to only see my chemistry teacher, setting up her equipment.

Since I'm from Suzhou, China I immediately bow towards her.

Feeling a little embarrassed I sit down and sit quietly, suddenly hearing mounds of footsteps coming past me.

I ignore it and twiddle my fingers. Staring up at the chemical equations. A little bewildered.

Why was this all suddenly confusing? I normally get this stuff right away. Maybe it's new stuff that I don't get yet. I'm a fast learner.

"Hello?" A small voice behind me appears, I turn my head to see the teacher I saw before, her eyes wide and gloomy.

"How... are... you...?" She spoke slowly and quietly. I shake my head and try to explain to her that I speak English, a little offended that she would only assume I speak an Asian language.

"I'm okay. How are you?" I say quickly, her eyes widening even wider than before.

"Are you American?" She asks me, her head slightly tilted to the side.