(The Girl on the Skateboard)
Chapter 1 - First Day at School
Aiya sped across the road on her skateboard. Dodging a lady with groceries, she curved around the sidewalk, liking the way the air filtered through her midnight hair. Doing a flawless heel flip, she made her way through the noisy suburbs of her hometown.
"Yow, watch were ya goin, kid!"
Man oh man, I'm gonna be late, I just know it, I just know it, I just know it… School came into view and Aiya gathered more speed, whizzing through the alley without a backward glance to the scattering crowd behind her.
"Made it!" she yelled, letting out a triumphant yell just as the bell rang.
This is Aiya Kazaki, your typical 14 year old girl. Sort of a tomboy, but still had the makings of an Asian chick. Today, she wore dark green cargo pants and a somewhat loose t-shirt with a skateboard emblazoned on it. Her hair reached down to her waist, and she hurriedly scooped it up into a dual ponytail as she ran from the entrance into room 101-B.
The teacher writing on the board looked up and narrowed his eyes at her. Well, it figures, Aiya thought, it's my first day in this hellhole.
"This is class 101-B, right?" she ventured, unsure of how to approach the thin and bald man wearing a suit and conservative tie.
The teacher reached into his drawer and got a letter. "Yes.. Yes.." he mumbled, glancing now and then to Aiya who still stood at the doorway. He cleared his throat then, "Miss Aiya Kazaki, I believe?"
"Yeah, yeah, I am."
"Well. I figured as it is your first day here in Takashi High, you'd have taken care of your… uniform."
Aiya shrugged. She didn't like nosy teachers. So what if she didn't wear the school's uniform? It was her life and she'd do with it whatever crossed her mind. The teacher waved a hand annoyingly and pointed to an empty desk at the far end of the room. "Come inside now."
Aiya stepped gingerly into her slippers and entered the classroom. Dozens of black heads met her view. Oh, great, as if high school in the states weren't bad. The teacher stood beside her and introduced her to the class. "Class, this is Aiya Kazaki. She is a transferee and would be staying with us for a while. She doesn't know Japanese well so be good and talk to her in English."
He was greeted by a murmur of Hais and Yes,sir. Aiya slowly made her way to the empty desk and slumped down on it. Heads turned and stared at her. She sighed. She hated it whenever they had to move. She hated it even more when she had to move to another school. As if her social life was that big already, her parents never hesitated to kill it, too.
"Hi, Aiya, I'm Mimi Tokoya," her seatmate whispered when they had all settled down.
"Uh… Hi, Mimi. Nice to meet you."
"You know, you shouldn't mind Mr. Sanuke, he's quite a prick and he always embarrasses newcomers."
"Don't worry. It's okay."
"Well, you'd better learn to live with it now. So, where you from, anyway?"
"Uhm, actually, I don't really have a permanent address. My folks and I move a lot, like, this is the 8th time I've moved since I was 3."
"Really? Hey, that's cool! You meet many kinds of faces."
Aiya shrugged. "Well, I guess it can be at times…"
Mimi giggled and pointed at her clothes, "You dress funny. Why'd you wear that on your first day?"
Aiya shrugged again. That's coz this is me, you brat, and I hate it when other people make fun of me. You want a piece of me, girl? Quit nosing around.
She was about to reply when the door opened again and a boy stepped inside. Mr. Sanuke shot around and spat some sharp Japanese at the boy who merely shrugged. He went and sat down at the desk in front of Aiya. His hair was all messed up and his shirt was crumpled at the collar. He slumped forward after sitting down without acknowledging the presence of Aiya.
Mimi nudged Aiya and whispered, "That's Josiah, he's a transferee, too, you know. He just came last month. Poor guy, he doesn't speak Japanese either, so the other guys make sure to make his life lousy."
Aiya felt a bond between her and the boy in front of her. She was angry at the Japanese boys who bullied foreigners like her. Well, she wasn't really a foreigner, anyway. Her mom was an American, her dad was Japanese. She had black hair, yeah, but her complexion was rosy white and her eyes were mossy green. Her height was considered short before, but she knew she was starting to stretch into the right places of her 5'3.
Class started out dull. Aiya spent the day drawing into her notebooks. Yeah, she was good at this anime stuff. She looked around the room. Her new classmates were either sleeping or daydreaming. Some where even snoring out loud. Mr. Sanuke seemed unperturbed. The prick.
Aiya looked down at her notebook. It was an anime girl wearing her clothes and doing an Ollie on the back of a bull statue. Aiya drew her skateboard on another page, scribbling furiously with the shades when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"That's a nice drawing. Do you know how to skateboard?"
She looked up into the purple eyes of Josiah. Her mouth suddenly went dry when she saw how cute he was. His brownish-black hair was mussed up, his eyes were vivid purple, and his mouth was curved into a lopsided smile. Seeming at a loss or words, she nodded.
"Cool," Josiah replied, then raised his hand to reveal a drawing. "I just drew this, too. I'm Josiah, by the way."
His drawing was of a boy kick flipping in the air. "Wow, that's nice," Aiya whispered back, "I'm Aiya."
"Never seen you before. You new?"
"Uh-huh. Just arrived this morning."
"Shucks, I was late so I didn't catch up on the introduction. So, you're a foreigner like me then? You look like one. Except for your hair."
Aiya smiled, "I guess you can call me one. My mom's an American."
"My dad is, too. Mom's a Greek."
They spent the rest of the class talking about skateboards and stuff. Before they knew it, it was dismissal already. Aiya got up and gathered her things, when Josiah called her name.
"Hey, Aiya, you got your skateboard?"
"Of course. Always."
Josiah grinned and nodded, "Great! Why don't we head off to the park and let off some speed?"
Aiya couldn't help but grin. Here was another person of her own likes! Another person who understood her! "Why not?" She had a feeling her stay here in Tokyo was going to be one heck of an adventure.
A/N: Tell me what you think. If it doesn't rate that high, then I'd know not to bother with the next chapters. Be glad to read your reviews! -> ainedamdz