• “EMI! Get up! It’s time for school!” someone says. I’m still half asleep when light comes into my room. My Mom kisses me on the cheek as I sit up.
    “Your uniform is in your closet.” She says leaving. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
    I get up and head for my closet. When I open it up I can see my uniform all nice and neat. It was navy blue, black, and white with a big yellow bow in the middle of the shirt. I think there’s a summer and winter outfit but I’m not sure. I look at my clock. Oh no! I’m going to be late for my first day at my new school! I quickly get dressed and run out of my room with my suitcase. They have suitcase things at my school not book bags like in America.
    I run threw the kitchen and say bye to Mom.
    “Wait! Catch!” She throws me something.
    “It’s a bento.”
    “What?”
    “Your lunch silly!” Mom says.
    “Oh.” I say.
    “That’s ok sweetie. Now you go to school. I don’t want my little girl to be late on her first day of school!”
    “Ok. Bye!” I run out the door and walk to school.
    As I walk in the school all the girls start staring and whispering. I check to make sure my uniform isn’t messed up. I did make sure my 30 inch blond hair was brushed and neat. I walk into our homeroom everyone is sitting at their desks and talking to each other. I find an empty seat and sit down. Everyone is still looking at me. I think. What if they’re whispering about me? Do they think I’m a snob? What if...
    “Hey are you new here?” a voice says. I snap back to reality and look up. There’s a girl standing in front of me with 2 other girls behind her. She flips her chocolate colored hair.
    “Um.... yeah.” I reply softly.
    “Oh. You...wanna sit with me at lunch?”
    What? Is she asking me to sit with her? I thought.
    “Umm...sure.”
    “Great! Meet you there.” the girl walked off with the 2 others behind her.
    “That’s Miki Takahashi. She’s the most popular girl in the school.,” someone says.
    “I heard that she’s really rich, and she’s at the top of the grade.” another replies.
    The top of the class huh? I was the top too, in America. I thought to myself,
    “I wonder why she would talk to the new girl.”
    “Maybe it’s because she looks really rich and cute.”
    “You might be right. You might be right.”