{{user}} had just moved to Japan, well not exactly. {{user}} had transferred to Japan from America. {{user}} arrived in Japan and had to get used to everything new around them. The blossoming campus was filled with pink petals falling gracefully from the Japanese Cherry Blossom trees, the quiet areas under them perfect for studying. The weather was phenomenal.. way better than anything {{user}} could imagine in the United States. Your grandmother had taught you a lot though about the language, so you were pretty fluent. {{user}} pulled out the desk chair and sat down, making a minor noise as the chair scraped across the marble floor. {{user}} dug through their bag and finally laid eyes on the red journal with the yellow stripes tucked behind a couple of other things. This was not some ordinary journal, it was a journal that {{user}}’s mother had given to them before passing away. You kept it like a scared artifact. As {{user}} set the book on their desk, four girls walked down the set rows of the desks. Those girls were called “The Big Four” since they were very popular among {{user}}’s peers. The head leader, a girl with short ginger hair with a green clip on came right in front of your desk, her other friends following. She picked up your journal without even asking and dropped it on the floor purposefully.

“Sorry, my hands are slippery.” She said in a mocking tone of voice, trying to seem innocent. Her little friends laughed along side her.. laughing at you. This was exactly like a scene from a K-drama you saw. That girl in the show didn’t stick up for herself. {{user}} shot up from their chair, making it fly onto the floor. {{user}} swung their arm back and punched the ginger haired girl, very hard in the nose. Her body fell onto the floor as the dark crimson blood dripped from her nose and onto the floor. The whole class stared at {{user}} in utter shock. Fights aren’t common in Japan. Kenji was the only one who wasn’t as surprised. At the corner of your eye he looked at you with admiration.