He sits down on a stiff bed and
folds his hands in his lap.
The unfamiliar halls and the bells
And the people and the 'new-ness'
He had moved from another school, as dark
And as old as he was, but it was home-
It was going to be an effort to stay here,
Alone, running from Korea and others,
Dodging things that were not polite conversation
And learning about the other places that encircled him;
But, he'd have to endure it like
Every -one else, like they all did,
Even if he just wanted to stay at home.
He opens his time table,
Name: Honda, Kiku.
2. English literature.
2. World history.
4. PE/ Physical education.
He stared at a blank wall sheepishly.
This, this was home now.
((OOC: YEAH SO I COULD'NT AVOID THIS FOREVER. HEY, I HAVE THE SAME CLASSES A SOME OF YOU AT THE SAME TIME. C8
Lol, Japan, why so agnsty and pessimistic ALREADY!?))