As my parents explained to me, when I finally arrive at the airport in Japan, I will be greeted by a friend from Italy, Reborn, who will help me with the landmark. However. .. Nobody was there. Nobody met me. Not only did I arrive in the strange city of Namimori, which did not smell like Tokyo, but I was left completely alone. Although, what did I expect? To tell you the truth, it felt like my parents had finally got rid of me. They said that it was time to get rid of the chicks and to get them out of their nests.
Eh. .. okay. Basically, I"m friends with the Japanese language, I"ll get out of it somehow. Money is also available. And my parents promised to send money to my account every month so that I would"t deny myself anything and could exist in peace. I hope they won"t let me down here because students are not allowed to work in Japan. Well, not all schools.
I took out the folded leaflet from my passport. It had the address of the house that my parents rented for me for the whole year and the address of the school to which I was transferred. Ha, Namimori High School? What an original name. And why am I starting to like it less and less? Not only did I fly into a hole, but I also felt a strange feeling. .. Well. .. as if I was being watched.
It was like a thorny cold on the skin. I don"t like this feeling. It makes me want to hide immediately and get lost in the crowd. Although maybe it"s all my quirks. Paranoia at fourteen? I"m afraid to imagine what kind of grandma I"ll be. Heh. Okay, where is the taxi?
- Taxi! - I shouted out in the street and called the first car I found.
As soon as I got in the car and said my destination address, the unpleasant piercing feeling disappeared. But the surprises didn't stop there.
The house I was rented was a one-story house, with a low three-story staircase by the porch. Inside there were two rooms, one of which was designed as a bedroom, the other as a guest room. There was also a small kitchen and a bathroom connected to the toilet. Basically, it is possible to live. Especially considering the fact that the house is furnished. But that"s okay. .. I was ready for that, but I wasn't ready for the fact that I would get a letter to the local mailbox addressed to me personally that evening.
The letter was brief but informative:
"Tomorrow, around 9: 00 a. m., I"ll be waiting for you at the gates of Namimori High School. Don"t be late. Raeburn".
That"s very nice. So, I haven"t met him, but he"s already pointing out what kind of person is this, Raeburn? How old is he? Since he is Italian, he should have the same willful temperament. Will we find common ground with him?
I came to the meeting place quite early. The school building was"t different. Three floors. Two wings. The inner and outer courtyard. There were several team sports grounds, two swimming pools and a rest area with benches. Nice, clean, but that"s all.
I did"t go straight into the school grounds but went to a cafe, which was right across the street. Very convenient, it should be noted. I know that lunch in Japanese schools lasts about an hour, and the close location of the cafe makes it easier to have a snack. But I also know that the Japanese are adherents of home cuisine, and often bring to school bento, which was prepared in advance. I would be lazy. No, I know how to cook, but why, when you can safely buy food in the store and not torture yourself? And I eat, in fact, only sweets.
Anyway, sitting at a table in a cafe outside under a huge umbrella, I watched what was happening in the outer courtyard of Namimori High School. Students would walk quietly up to the building and get lost within it. The first lesson was approaching.
Here came a pretty nice couple. A tall, dark-haired guy and a smiling girl with short, red hair. Both of them were from this school because they had the right uniform. They look like they"re my age. Anyway, the girl is sure. Maybe we"ll even be in the same class as her.
But then another young guy fell out of the sky screaming, landing right on a dark-haired man"s head and knocking him down. What"s more, the flying guy was only dressed in blue underwear. His forehead was burning with a bright orange flame, brown hair like a hedgehog needle sticking out in different directions, and his face looked like he was about to turn the world upside down with his eyebrows alone.
to be continued.....
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