Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 0:38:12 GMT -6
Date: April 14th, 2003
Time: 7:50 A.M.
Avery's stomach was in knots as she raced from her bedroom (clothes thrown about haphazardly) to her washroom, gathering all of her essentials and compulsively making sure her outward appearance was acceptable. For what would be her first impression for the rest of the school year, it meant a lot to her. She had already dressed in the mandatory uniform (she wasn't a fan) and stood gazing critically at herself in the tall, stretched mirror before her. Her thoughts were interrupted by the drawl of her father's voice from outside her door; he was leaving for work and most likely came to remind her of the time, a gesture that wasn't well appreciated by an anxious Avery.
"Dear, do be aware of the time, you wouldn't want to be late for your first day", her father flamboyantly called to her, giving a single knock upon the door.
"I know, just give me a minute!"
His words trailed away as soon as she responded, Avery doubting he heard the entirety of her sentence. Her fists balled around the handle of her briefcase, which contained papers, writing utensils and other stationary for the day. The blonde gave a final look into the mirror, brushing locks of gold behind her ears and exposing two small pearl earrings. Avery gave a single, satisfactory nod to her image and turned for her door. It was opened abruptly by an elderly native man who Avery regarded as a servant or butler. He was hired after Avery finished homeschooling to look after the Vanderbilt manor while Nathan was away at his office and Avery was at school. He spoke very little, and expected as much, he only gave a knowing nod to the girl that it was time to leave. She gave a sigh, walking directly past him to the front of the house, where she mustered all the confidence she could.
"I was told you're driving me there. At least I won't have to walk", Avery admitted as she walked out of the door that was being held open by the still unresponsive help.
Time: 8:15 A.M.
The drive there was short and especially quiet. Avery refrained from making conversation, figuring he wouldn't say much at all anyway. No encouragement, advice or anything sagely came from his mouth, just silence and the occasional cough or heavy breath. Instead, she was left alone with her thoughts and wondering what to expect once there. The car came to a halt against the sidewalk, the school placed near the top of a hill, trees lining the walkway to the entrance. She lowered the window, noticing students who were hurrying to get to their classes. There weren't many; she assumed in Japan, tardiness was less common and education was to be taken seriously, contrasted with her schools back at home. Deciding to get it started, she stepped free from the car, happy to be away from the uneasiness of the old man's company. Just as she began the walk towards the front of the entrance, a gruff, lowly voice murmured "It's class 3-A". She turned back to the car, only to find it taking off back own the road. Of course, she knew that already... she would definitely have to talk with her father later about the oddity of that man.
Upon entering through the front doors of the school, she took in the strange, new smells and mentally noted differences in architecture and where rooms were placed versus her schools back in America. Classrooms were bright and airy, with large paneled windows allowing you to see the activity inside. It was her first exposure to the inside of the building, and she had to ask faculty members (in almost perfect Japanese) where her classroom was. They blinked at her, and gave general directions of where she wanted to go. She left without thanking them, eager to meet her peers and the teacher whom she was told would be singlehandedly teaching all required subjects.
She came to a stop at the door labeled '3-A', glancing quickly inside to see the other students. Most had already been accounted for, and engaged in light conversation. Avery twisted the knob and entered inside, causing most of the murmuring to stop. All of her classmates turned to look at her, some whispering to each other but the majority only looked, curious of the new arrival. It wasn't ordinary in the town of Hikarizaka for foreigners to be integrated into school, and her appearance caused a light wave of it discussion. The teacher, sensei, had to clear his throat to put an end to the gossip.
"This is Avery Vanderbilt, a foreign exchange student from America. Let's try to make her welcome, class. Avery, if you'd take the empty seat next to Soichiro." He outstretched his hand in the direction of a vacant desk in the middle of the room. "Class will start soon."
"Thank you sensei, and hello everyone. Where I come from, things are... vastly different. It'll take getting used to."
The American gave a rushed, halfhearted bow before walking over to her seat next to a brunette boy she assumed was the aforementioned Soichiro. Icy blue eyes scanned over him, placing her chin within a palm as she surveyed him. He wasn't particularly interesting and nothing stood out except his excellent hygiene, but to gain the upper hand on her new social life, she'd need to get to know her peers. Avery beckoned for his attention, kicking her leg lightly at his desk before whispering.
"So, do you know the in and outs of this place?"
Time: 7:50 A.M.
Avery's stomach was in knots as she raced from her bedroom (clothes thrown about haphazardly) to her washroom, gathering all of her essentials and compulsively making sure her outward appearance was acceptable. For what would be her first impression for the rest of the school year, it meant a lot to her. She had already dressed in the mandatory uniform (she wasn't a fan) and stood gazing critically at herself in the tall, stretched mirror before her. Her thoughts were interrupted by the drawl of her father's voice from outside her door; he was leaving for work and most likely came to remind her of the time, a gesture that wasn't well appreciated by an anxious Avery.
"Dear, do be aware of the time, you wouldn't want to be late for your first day", her father flamboyantly called to her, giving a single knock upon the door.
"I know, just give me a minute!"
His words trailed away as soon as she responded, Avery doubting he heard the entirety of her sentence. Her fists balled around the handle of her briefcase, which contained papers, writing utensils and other stationary for the day. The blonde gave a final look into the mirror, brushing locks of gold behind her ears and exposing two small pearl earrings. Avery gave a single, satisfactory nod to her image and turned for her door. It was opened abruptly by an elderly native man who Avery regarded as a servant or butler. He was hired after Avery finished homeschooling to look after the Vanderbilt manor while Nathan was away at his office and Avery was at school. He spoke very little, and expected as much, he only gave a knowing nod to the girl that it was time to leave. She gave a sigh, walking directly past him to the front of the house, where she mustered all the confidence she could.
"I was told you're driving me there. At least I won't have to walk", Avery admitted as she walked out of the door that was being held open by the still unresponsive help.
Time: 8:15 A.M.
The drive there was short and especially quiet. Avery refrained from making conversation, figuring he wouldn't say much at all anyway. No encouragement, advice or anything sagely came from his mouth, just silence and the occasional cough or heavy breath. Instead, she was left alone with her thoughts and wondering what to expect once there. The car came to a halt against the sidewalk, the school placed near the top of a hill, trees lining the walkway to the entrance. She lowered the window, noticing students who were hurrying to get to their classes. There weren't many; she assumed in Japan, tardiness was less common and education was to be taken seriously, contrasted with her schools back at home. Deciding to get it started, she stepped free from the car, happy to be away from the uneasiness of the old man's company. Just as she began the walk towards the front of the entrance, a gruff, lowly voice murmured "It's class 3-A". She turned back to the car, only to find it taking off back own the road. Of course, she knew that already... she would definitely have to talk with her father later about the oddity of that man.
Upon entering through the front doors of the school, she took in the strange, new smells and mentally noted differences in architecture and where rooms were placed versus her schools back in America. Classrooms were bright and airy, with large paneled windows allowing you to see the activity inside. It was her first exposure to the inside of the building, and she had to ask faculty members (in almost perfect Japanese) where her classroom was. They blinked at her, and gave general directions of where she wanted to go. She left without thanking them, eager to meet her peers and the teacher whom she was told would be singlehandedly teaching all required subjects.
She came to a stop at the door labeled '3-A', glancing quickly inside to see the other students. Most had already been accounted for, and engaged in light conversation. Avery twisted the knob and entered inside, causing most of the murmuring to stop. All of her classmates turned to look at her, some whispering to each other but the majority only looked, curious of the new arrival. It wasn't ordinary in the town of Hikarizaka for foreigners to be integrated into school, and her appearance caused a light wave of it discussion. The teacher, sensei, had to clear his throat to put an end to the gossip.
"This is Avery Vanderbilt, a foreign exchange student from America. Let's try to make her welcome, class. Avery, if you'd take the empty seat next to Soichiro." He outstretched his hand in the direction of a vacant desk in the middle of the room. "Class will start soon."
"Thank you sensei, and hello everyone. Where I come from, things are... vastly different. It'll take getting used to."
The American gave a rushed, halfhearted bow before walking over to her seat next to a brunette boy she assumed was the aforementioned Soichiro. Icy blue eyes scanned over him, placing her chin within a palm as she surveyed him. He wasn't particularly interesting and nothing stood out except his excellent hygiene, but to gain the upper hand on her new social life, she'd need to get to know her peers. Avery beckoned for his attention, kicking her leg lightly at his desk before whispering.
"So, do you know the in and outs of this place?"
