LOVE, HIRO.

ENTRY #2.

04/04/09
DEAR JOURNAL,

so school started today. neesan and i were lucky enough to have ended up in this prestigious, private school that rich kids in the northern suburbs usually attend. apparently we got in because of our "talents". which was weird. our talents were anything but normal. shsl mortician wasn't anything a parent would particularly brag about to their friends over long phone conversations.

anyways, the school's called hope's peak academy. neesan and i both ended up in class 80. i'm happy we weren't seperated, that would have been a total nightmare.

everyone was interesting. there were these two boys who kept arguing over petty things. takete and daiki were their names, i believe. a girl with nice eyes kept trying to stop their fights. i think her name's chiyoe. she smiled and introduced herself to neesan and i earlier. she's nice.

also, you might not believe this, journal—but chika hamasaki attends my class. the chika hamasaki! her family's kind of a big corporate name around japan. even though i didn't care that much about business, that was still really, really cool. imagine me, some skinny little punk from the slums, sitting in the same room with some big-hit corporate daughter? amazing.

there was this redhead who would momentarily strum his ukulele. he striked up a conversation with me on recess and i ended up sitting with him and these two girls, one with silver hair, and the other with golden eyes. their names are watari, chie, and asiaku. i like to think i've become friends with them, though i probably shouldn't keep my hopes high. it is still the first day of school after all.

despite myself, the first day was actually okay. i was afraid everyone was going to be huge jerks, but i guess i could admit i was wrong.

anyways, otousan is telling me to sleep, so i better set the pen down for now. goodnight, journal.

LOVE, HIRO.