| 2-3 Intro; Jake's first day in class | |
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| Douken | Sep 24 2012, 09:13 PM Post #1 |
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Saturday. Having to go to school on a Saturday must be a crime. Being forced to wear a uniform should be a crime. "Man, this sucks," Jake complained on the train as he awaited his stop along with a crowd of other students. Since he figured following people wearing the same thing would lead him to the school, he did so, keeping an eye on the surrounding landmarks. With the journey to the station finishing up, the collection of students left, heading off to the school grounds. After a meeting with the homeroom teacher, the class bell ring, announcing the start of class. Being signaled to follow, he took heed and was lead to the classroom. "Alright, settle down," the teacher announced after the common greeting. "We got a new student today. He from California, taking a Study Abroad program here. Please, make him feel comfortable." As he told his intro, Jake wrote his name on his board before turning around. "Yo. The name's Jake Dressel. If I get my Japanese wrong don't be too surprised." "Alright. If you got questions, ask him at lunch. Now, Dressel-kun, you can take the seat near the window there," he said, pointing out the empty chair. After me took his seat, homeroom began. |
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| FirebreathFishslap | Sep 26 2012, 11:13 PM Post #2 |
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I'm the best! I'm the king of me! I'm gonna eat chips out of the garbage!
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Just as soon as Jake sat down in his seat, the window next to him slid open. It was shortly followed by a girl in a long skirt with green hair climbing into the room and on top of Jake's desk. She slid off of it and stood up in the middle of the aisle, and waved to the teacher. "Yo," Nana said. "Sorry I'm late. Got caught in traffic, front gate was locked. Hadta climb over the walls, and then into the class. So can I get a tardy pass later or somethin'?" She then walked over to her desk and took a seat. She frowned at the words on the chalkboard. Was that all english? Had she walked in in the middle of english class? That would suck. English was her worst subject and all of that. |
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| Douken | Sep 27 2012, 12:40 PM Post #3 |
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Watching someone climb through the classrom window and onto your desk can draw up some questions and imagination. His mind easily pictured her falling off the desk, legs up and panties exposed embarrasingly. However, iot seemed like she had done this before, since she got on the floor with ease. After she took her seat, he looked out the window and down. How the hell/... this is the second floor! With class continuing, students were being asked to read out phrases in English. Right. They are trying to make English a bit of a universal language, so they got these kinds of classes. Being an American, he could read it easily if written in English, so he spent the class by pulling out a deck of cards. With a quick shuffle, he set himself up a Solitare game and played as he listened. |
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| Icarael | Oct 6 2012, 10:58 AM Post #4 |
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Robespierre Did Nothing Wrong
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Saturday morning found Itsuki hunched over his desk, resting his chin on one cupped hand and furtively gnawing at his lip. He had spent the past few minutes looking out the nearby window, watching the students pour into the school and glancing at the gray sky above. "Man, screw weekend school," he hissed under his breath as the teacher and several students entered the room. He had often thought that if he had to make a list of things that made him want to break something, weekend school would top the (admittedly very long) list. "Seriously, who even invented this sh-" A student passed by his chair, and he stopped in the middle of his swear. He didn't dare breathe until he was past, at which point he sagged against his chair and sighed. God, how he hated weekend school. The teacher launched into a spiel about the newcomer, a transfer student from America named Jake. Itsuki leaned back and watched everything unfold with disinterest. As Jake made his way to his table, Itsuki realized he was going to sit only one table away from him. After several minutes of mind-numbing English lessons, Itsuki found himself watching as the new kid started playing Solitaire. Itsuki pretended to listen to the teacher drone over and over about useless crap he didn't care for, slowly slouching in his seat until he was close enough to point out a possible move. "Hey, kid," he said, "that one. Put it down there." |
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