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Marc sighed a bit as he walked through the halls of this strange school. His left cheek stung, a bruise already forming along the cheekbone, under his eye. As far as first days went, this one was pretty sucky. The ******** it, they weren't shoes, they were slippers! How were you supposed to run in these things? He sighed and tugged at the collar of his uniform, finding the jacket and tie both uncomfortably tight. He opened up the jacket and loosened the tie as he got further away from the principal's office, slinging the small suitcase/satchel like bag students carried everything in over his left shoulder, his pointer and index fingers looped through the grip. He paused and took a deep breath, and tried to gather his thoughts.

He'd gotten lost on the way to school, and had arrived late. The gates were closed, so he climbed over them...only to get caught by people he assumed were cutting class. They jabbered at him in Japanese, speaking so fast that he'd barely been able to understand what they were saying. When they surrounded him, he shoved past them, muttering a curt "******** Off" as he did. They didn't like that. Now that they knew his language, they started badgering him in English, and they only got more frustrating from there. Things had hit a boiling point when one of them had grabbed his shoulder, and tried to stop him from walking. Marcus promptly decked the b*****d, and ended up in his first (most likely not his last) fist fight of the new year. He won, of course. A bunch of punks had nothing on an Army brat, but unfortunately they were caught by a teacher. He was then hauled off to the principal's office, where he was forced to sit for two hours and listen to everyone's side of the story. Since he was a transfer student, he was given a bit of leniency, and sent along his way to class.

Finally finding room 1-B, he took a deep breath and wrapped on the door gently before opening it slowly and poking his head in. No doubt the bruise on his cheek was slowly becoming noticeable. In badly accented and grammatically incorrect Japanese, he said: "Um...excuse my, I name is Marcus Tanner. Principal the said my am to come here..." he held up a folded note with the principal's signature on it, one that would explain to the teacher why he was so late. From the looks he was getting he could tell his Japanese was bad. "Er..come in, may me?"

Marcus blinked a bit as he met his teacher. She was not Japanese, and her voice carried a German Accent. Maybe she spoke English? That would have bee a God Send. He smiled uneasily and nodded. "Yes Sensei!" And hurried to take his seat next to Hiro, leaving the principal's note on the teacher's desk. He sat at Hiro's left, glancing at the other students and feeling a bit embarrassed for showing up so late.

As Dieb-sensei talked, Nekoyama-sensei could be heard running down the halls, shouting, "Free time for me! Yippee! So glad I can have some free time first thing in the morning!!" Then, her running footsteps faded as she ran back into the teacher's room.

Though she was outside Dieb-sensei's room, the other classes could clearly hear the teacher, and Rikanna holds her book up to her face, as though trying not to laugh out loud. I really feel sorry for the poor people who have her as a teacher.. she thought.

Marika raises her hand as she heard a teacher screaming in the hall, "Um, sensei? Is it normal for a teacher to be screaming in the halls during school hours like that?" she asks quizzically.

Nekoyama-sensei rubs her head, but looks down the hall at Ikuto. "What are you, stupid?! It's the middle of class! Get your a** back in there!" she shouts.