"Yes, it's wonderful here."
I came down to breakfast to find my mom talking on the phone. As always, her wavy blond hair was pulled out of her face with a maple leaf clip.
My mom was from Canada, and she had met my dad when he was living there for work. They had fallen in love, gotten married, and had Sakura and me, so the two of us were half Japanese, half Canadian. We had grown up in Canada, and then moved here when our dad got a promotion back in Japan at the start of the school year.
"Yes, they're both doing fine." My mom assured whoever she was talking to. "Ken is even at the top of his class."
I smiled at how proud she sounded. I loved my mom, and how she refused to assimilate to the image of a Japanese woman. She was Canadian, and proud of it.
"Yes, Sakura is just as lively as ever." My mom laughed. At that very moment, Sakura came bounding down the stairs, letting out a small 'hup' when she jumped off the last one.
"Good morning." I greeted her as she came into the dining room.
"Yo!" She giggled. She sat down and dug into her breakfast, just like she did every morning.
"I'll talk to you soon." Mom said, and then hung up the phone. She came over to the table and sat down with us.
"Who was that?" I asked her, buttering my toast.
"My sister." She replied. "Just checking to make sure we're all doing okay." She shook her head slightly. "She doesn't think I can adjust to a different culture." She said this while reaching for a jug of maple syrup, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"You're doing fine." My dad said, coming into the room in a suit. He was always ready to leave for work really early. "Just be yourself." He kissed my mom before heading out the door.
"Bye dad!" Sakura shouted after him. Then she shoved her toast in her mouth and jumped up from the table. "Come on!" She said with her mouth full, tugging at my arm.
"I'm coming." I assured her.
Everyone's looking a little down? I thought, scanning the classroom as we sat in class. The English teacher was going on about grammar, but everyone was just looking at their desks. It looks like they need a boost in confidence. Maybe it's time for another ST battle.
I glanced over at Sakura, who was drawing manga in her notebook. I guess we should go after class C, but what subject? Our math scores weren't good enough, and I didn't want to use music again. History? I thought, but then dismissed it. I was pretty sure I was the only one in the class who knew anything decent about history.
"Ken-chan." Takumi whispered, turning around to face me. "Do you have any idea what he's talking about?"
"Huh?" I glanced up at the teacher, who was writing sentences on the board. It looked like a lesson on 'There, Their, and They're'. "When to use each word." I whispered back to Takumi.
"What words?" Takumi asked with a raised eyebrow.
I was about to try explaining it when the classroom door suddenly flew open. Everyone looked to see a girl with shoulder length pink hair standing in the doorway. She marched right into the room and turned to face the class.
"Aida Ken!" She demanded.
"Yeah?" I asked, getting to my feet.
She pointed a finger at me. "I am Saito Momoko of class C." She stated. "And I have come to challenge class F on behalf of class C!" With that, she turned and walked out of the room.
All of the students looked around at each other, whispering. I slowly sat down again. "Okay." I breathed.Well, it saves us the trouble of declaring a challenge.