Keitha took a big breath and walked into the cafeteria for the first time since she had enrolled in the school. She had been afraid to the whole week because she hadn't really known anybody and this school had so many more people than her old school, so the past three days she had been eating secretly in the library behind a bookshelf even though it was frowned upon. To her despair she had been caught and was forced to either put away her food or get out. Keitha was starving, her decision was simple.

So here she was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria holding a brown paper lunch sack with her guitar and messenger bag horrified. There were so many kids and almost all of the seats were taken AND there was still a lot of students in the lunch line. As she scanned the crowd she saw no one she recognized that she would feel would accept having her sit with them. Thankfully she did see a table in the far corner that was unoccupied and made a beeline for it taking it before anyone else could reach it.

Sighing as she sat down wishing on everything that lunch would pass quickly so she didn't look like the lonely non speaking Japanese Irish girl that she was. She shrugged thinking that even if she did sit down with anyone there was always the fact she would not be understood and vice versa. With that she took out her sandwich that a single bite out of it that she had managed to take before being caught and started eating again.

Sophia was buying lunch today. The things served on Fridays were half-way decent, and she didn’t feel much like eating the same thing that she normally did. She whistles as she gets out of line with a tray.

She spots Keitha in the corner of the room. She realizes it must be difficult not speaking Japanese to actually meet new people. She walks toward her with her steps sort of bouncy as she keeps whistling. She sits down across from Keitha.

“So… would you like Japanese lessons?” she asks. “It’s quite a bit different from English for fair warning, but you’ll probably pick it up quickly.”

Nearby, a table over, a few girls would be chattering.

"Hey, did you hear? There is going to be a sale at Seibu tomorrow! I'm going to get a nice new pair of shoes to wear to the dance next week"

"Oh yeah, that school dance thing...I always thought those were a little lame, but we need something to do I guess" the second girl says with a shrug.

"There's also that Russian Circus that's supposed to be here soon...I need to find a date for that!"

The girls would then shift to blather about their social lives, boys, and schoolwork.