Anima looked down at her schedule, not too sure what to do with herself for forty-five minutes.
NACH CUMA PUBLIC SCHOOLS
Hatsune, Anima Homeroom: Frome, Brooke Grade: 08
01: Art 7/8- Frome, Brooke #126
02: Science 8- Sarge, Tyrone #72
03: PE- Hideaway, Neil Gym
04: US History- Littleton, George #125
05: English 8- Mitchie, Gwendolyn #73
06: Pre-Algebra- Henderson, Taylor #99
07: ICT 2- Mold, Ariel Lab 2
She heaved a gusty sigh and dragged her feet towards Ms. Frome’s art class where she saw this.
Ms. Frome turned around and saw Anima. “And you must be…?”
“Anima,” Anima answered quietly, all of a sudden feeling shy, “Anima Hatsune.”
“Oh, you’re Anima,” Ms. Frome said, “I thought your name was pronounced ‘Hat-soo-knee.'”
Anima just stared awkwardly at the young, thick teacher.
“You… do have your schedule with you, right?”
Anima showed the young thick teacher her schedule.
“Alrightie then. You can sit in that back table near the sink,” Ms. Frome said. She looked at a girl with curly blue-violet hair and said, “Violet, raise your hand for me please.”
Violet, the girl with curly blue-violet hair, raised her hand.
“Make sure you two get along, alright?” Ms. Frome said.
Anima nodded, then looked around the classroom to avoid looking at Violet’s eyes. Tap tap tap. Anima turned around and saw Violet- too late.
Anima nodded because she didn’t know whether or not Violet was telling the truth.
“Violet, stop,” another girl said.
Anima turned around and saw a short Chinese girl with glasses.
So it was true. It was pretty much confirmed when Ms. Frome called on Violet and Violet stood up in her chair and announced that she was Ms. Frome’s cousin.
“Violet, enough of that!” Ms. Frome said firmly. She walked over to where the girls were sitting at and whispered more harshly, “Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you can brag about it.”
The Chinese girl turned back to Violet and stuck her tongue out when the teacher turned around. “Yeah, Violet. That’s what I said,” she said. She turned to Anima and added, “By the way, my name’s Kyla, and this is Violet. What’s your name?”
With her hands clammy and her cheeks red, Anima had never felt so shy in her life. Still, Kyla and Violet were expecting an answer, so she quietly and meekly answered, “Anima.”
“Nice to meet you, Anima,” Kyla said.
“Same,” Violet added, “So where’d you come from?”
Where’d she come from? Shit, she couldn’t answer that truthfully. What would they think if she told them she came from a group home?! Then she remembered what Ryan said a couple of months back when he was talking shit about one of his ex-girlfriends being from there. “I came from Medford.”
“Medford,” Kyla said, “I’ve never been there. What’s it like?”
Anima shrugged and answered as casually as possible, “It’s okay I guess.”
Violet and Kyla nodded. Then they turned to each other and started whispering.
“Well at least she didn’t come from a group home,” Kyla said, “Poor thing! She’s so shy!”
“Gee, Kyla. That was kind of a dick thing to say,” Violet replied, “You think she’s special?”
“Poor thing,” Kyla said, casting a quick glance at Anima.
As the school bell rang, Anima rushed out of the art class with her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes blurred, and her cheeks hot and red. Yet another reason why she lied. Poor thing! More like dumb bitches! She stormed her way into her next class when she soon realized that she had no idea where her next class was. It took her two minutes for her to find someone who would tell her where Mr. Sarge’s science class was. By the time she entered the small stuffy classroom, she discovered Kishi was sitting at a tall black table with another girl. There was one seat left.
“Where the hell were you?!” Anima inquired angrily when she sat down, “I’ve been looking for you this whole time!”
“Well I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to be late for class!” Kishi said a half-assed apology.
Anima wasn’t sure whether to accept that excuse or not. Either way, she was still mad about Violet and Kyla, and she picked up her Lucky Star manga and started reading when the teacher walked in and introduced himself.
“Good morning, class,” the teacher said, “My name is Mr. Tyrone Sarge. I have been in the military for twenty years.” Then he looked straight at the table where Anima and Kishi were sitting at and shouted-
Mr. Sarge grabbed the roll from his desk and said, “When I call your name, please raise your hand.” He read the first name, “Rosa Aguilar?”
“Here,” the girl sitting next to Kishi said.
“I said raise your hand!” Mr. Sarge yelled at the poor girl. He quickly regained his poseur and repeated, “Rosa Aguilar?”
This time, Rosa raised her hand. Mr. Sarge continued calling the roll with Andre, Omar “Uh-Oh” and Grey, Jeremy also being in the same class.
“Puberty must’ve hit this motherfucker early,” Anima whispered to Kishi, elbowing her bestie and pointing and Jeremy.
Kishi started giggling.
“Bruh, Jeremy’s been held back twice,” Rosa commented.
That made Anima and Kishi snicker their asses off until Mr. Sarge turned back to their table and shouted, “Hatsune!”
Anima jumped and looked left and right.
“Is Hatsune here or not?”
Oh yeah, attendance. “He…Here!”
“What part of ‘Raise your hand when I call your name’ did you not get, Hatsune?”
This time, more timidly, Anima raised her hand. Then the teacher went back to calling roll while Kishi and Rosa started giggling until he called Kishi’s name. Kishi raised her hand, but she was still giggling.
“Now WHAT is so funny?” Mr. Sarge shouted, “Either you tell the joke or you stop laughing!”
Kishi quickly zipped her lips.
When second period ended, Anima and Kishi had to run all the way to the gym just to make it to their third-period class on time. Luckily, there was a water fountain they could drink from, and boy did they, especially Anima. Then they changed into a white T-shirt and knee-high orange gym shorts.
“Oh God! I’m so tired, and we haven’t even started class yet!” Kishi panted.
Anima merely nodded. She sat down on a bench and doubled over. She looked over and noticed an overweight black girl. She must’ve been new because she wasn’t talking to anybody.
“So uh… you new here too?” Anima shyly asked.
“Anima!” Kishi said in a hushed whisper, “That’s Leandra Miller! She’s been here for years!”
“Oh.” Anima turned back to Leandra and asked, “So what all do we do here?”
Leandra snorted. “Nothing really. Sometimes we play kickball every once in a while, but that’s pretty much it.”
Anima was in great awe. “You’re serious?”
Sure enough, Leandra was right as the gym teacher, a tall white man with balding brown hair, called rolled and started a short game of kickball. And that was pretty much it. The only notable thing about the whole ordeal was that Shibi Kuroi was in this class; as usual, she kicked the ball to the pitcher when it was her turn.
Anima tapped on Leandra’s shoulder. “Is this the only class the special needs kids are in?” she asked.
“Anima!” Kishi exclaimed, “You can’t say that in public! It’s mean!”
“Yeah, bitch!” Leandra added, “Are you trying to get your ass kicked here?! This is motherfucking Portland, Oregon we’re talking about!”
“What? I was just asking a question!” Anima said.
“Okay, but it was an offensive question,” Kishi argued.
“Like I said, you’re gonna get your ass kicked if you ask this in public,” Leandra said.
Well damn. Thankfully, Anima didn’t have to deal with that shit for very long because the game ended around half and hour later. Then, as she was changing back into her school uniform, she noticed it. She noticed that most of the girls in her class looked very cute. Sure, things were a little blurry, but they were still cute either way. And then the bell rang to snap her out of it.
The next class, U.S. History, Anima and Kishi had wasn’t very far. In fact, they were the first to walk into the classroom. In fact in fact, it took quite a while for other students to come in, but it didn’t take very long for the teacher to arrive. He was a frail old man with curly white hair and glasses.
“Good morning, class,” the teacher said, “My name is Mr. Littleton. I’ve been teaching U.S. History here for over forty years, and isn’t it interesting how our country has changed so much in that little time?”
No, not really. Mostly because Anima didn’t even really consider America as her country.
“In this class, we’ll discussing the history of our country from the 1600s all the way to the Civil War,” Mr. Littleton continued as he handed out information sheets, “I would like to know more about you guys and what you guys like and need in this class.”
As Anima was filling out her information sheet, a sick hard feeling punched her in the bladder, and it was a hard hard punch. She was beginning to regret drinking so much water at that water fountain in PE. Anima jumped and began to tap her foot. Luckily, Kishi was sitting right in front of her so that she could tap her on her shoulder.
“Psst, Kish!” she whispered, “Where’re the bathrooms here?”
“What are you asking that for?” Kishi whispered back.
“I need to pee. Like, really badly.”
“They should be near the gym or something like that. Why don’t you ask the teacher?”
Hope that’ll work. Anima’s hand sprang up faster than the speed of light, but her lips were dry and her brain was empty. Thankfully, Mr. Littleton noticed immediately. “Is there anything you need?”
Gotta say something, gotta say something, gotta say something. “Can I go to the bathroom please?”
“My goodness, is this an emergency?” Mr. Littleton asked.
What the fuck wasn’t an emergency?!
“Alright, alright! Here’s the bathroom pass!” the old fuck said, handing Anima a small red bathroom pass.
Thank fuck Anima made it in time, or shit would’ve been gone down further than R. Kelly’s dignity and career. Flushing the toilet, Anima realized that while her day hadn’t been that great, it could’ve been a lot worse. A whole lot worse.
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