What's life like?

Chapter 1 ;; The Story Begins..

Amika Kaito was a normal, British Japanese 11 year old. She was known as the "shy artist" in her primary school, though Amika felt she wasn't very shy after you got to know her. She stood for her strange way of pronouncing things. She would say washroom instead of bathroom or toilet; Niku instead of Nike; cameru instead of camera.

One more element that stood out about her was the fact she lived in England, when she was Japanese. People were often requesting to know more about Amika's nationality, but she would tell everyone the same story. That she and her siblings moved to England when she was 6 and joined primary school in Year 1. Amika would also add that in Japan she was taught English, as her relatives lived in England, so they would understand why Ami was fluent in English.

Her primary school wasn't the best school in England, but nonetheless she still adored it. Amika was fond of school, unlike the majority of her classmates. School was one of her favourite things since she came to England. Whenever she mere mentioned the fact about her appreciating school, Ami would get flooded with the same word over and over. WHY?

One scenario always came to mind when she thought of liking school..

It was the lovely month of September, it was the end of the first week in Year 2 for Ami, but not all was well and jolly. In fact, the weather was far from nice. It was freezing, windy and raining. The rain was a mood swing in itself. It was changing from a disgusting drizzle to Satan himself in rain form. The breeze by itself was nice, but accompanied by freezing temperatures and the constantly changing rain.

It was her breaktime and she was running.. well, trying to, towards the climbing frame
A cold breeze flew past Ami's ankles, as she struggled to beat the strength of the wind.
"Why, oh, why does it have to rain!?" She mumbled, wrapping her scarf around her neck. As she did this, a fellow classmate ran past her and stopped her in her tracks.

"Uh.. A.. Amika~Unnie? O-OR AMIKA~SAN?" He stuttered, hoping she would understand.

"Uh.. unnie? San? A-Are you Japanese or Korean?" Amika mumbled, shivering.

"Oh.. n-no!" He smiled warmly, but his cheeks were extremely cold and pink. "But you are.. r-right?"

"Yeah, I am!" She beamed back, and they talked for a while.

"Hey.. I hate sc-school, wh-what ab-about you?" He asked, an annoyed look spreading across his face.

"I.. I love it.." She muttered, hoping he would judge her too hard.

"WHAT!?" He screamed, Ami stumbled back. "GUYS COME HERE! THIS GIRL LOVES SCHOOL!"

Ami was in shock and she saw a stampede of kids dashing her way. "WAIT PLEA--" She was abruptly cut off by the bell, signalling the end of her break.

But, enough about her past... more about her. As mentioned prior, she is eleven years of age. Her birthday is the fifth of June. A fun fact she mentions to everyone is her birthdate is extremely easy. I'll save you the math, it's 5/6/7.

Amika has black cropped short hair and wears overgrown jumpers majority of the time.  She doesn't ever wear revealing clothing, only jumpers, or something aesthetic. Her hair would grow but not much, as she cut it once every 2 months.

She also enjoyed reading, drawing and hanging out with her friends. Although nothing could be loved by her more then her secret passion; writing.

She kept a a blue logbook; a journal or as most people say, a diary. It had round about 200 pages. She got it in Year 4 and wrote in it until now. Now the logbook she kept was, unfortunately, coming to end. Coincidentally, near the end of her summer holidays. Ami was going to secondary school; she had mixed emotions about this big change. Ami didn't want to forget or lose the brilliant people Ami had met in her primary school.. although some people she was happy to leave. Ami wanted to grow up, she wanted to become a responsible person. However, there was a small voice in her brain saying you don't want to grow up. She tried hard to ignore this: but it didn't work very often. Amika didn't feel mature, she didn't feel responsible. But, she felt ready. She was so confused on what to do. She didn't think about it much, but it would enter her head every now and again.
She made a decision. Amika wanted to go to secondary school and Ami hoped she would do well. She hoped.