~Anora~
Glancing at the board, I was kind of scared to look for my name. I was afraid I wouldn't be in the same class as Arashi. He was the only one I really trusted, and I didn't want to have to face this new place all alone.
"Hey, we're in the same class," Arashi exclaimed happily.
I glanced through the names, excited. I found our class, Class B, and both Arashi and I were there. I smiled, happy. I kind of wanted to hug him, but I was no where near comfortable with that. "So, we are," I said, hiding my joy. I didn't want him to read too much into it.
"Let's head to class and see who else is in this class," Arashi suggested.
I nodded, and the two of us found our lockers, which were close together since our names were so close in the alphabet list. Throwing my bag in the locker, Arashi and I headed to class. Sitting down at the first empty seat, I looked around.
There weren't too many people in the class, yet. But, someone sat down next to me, in the next row over. She had long, curly, blonde hair. Not very usual for a Japanese student. She looked like a foreigner. So, I decided to try and talk to her to make her feel welcome.
"Hi there, I'm Anora," I smiled at her.
She turned, and her blue eyes found mine. "Hi, I'm Aaralyn. Nice to meet you!" Her Japanese was perfect, and she seemed so sweet.
"Are you a transfer student?" I asked her.
She looked confused, then smiled. "Oh, no. I was born and raised here in Japan. My Mom was French, which is where my blonde hair and fair skin come from."
"Oh, sorry!" I apologized.
She shook her head, "Don't worry about it, I get that a lot."
Just then the rest of the students started piling into the classroom, as the bell rang, signalling the start of class.
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