Walker McMullin's Story

Walker shrugged his duffel bag off of his shoulder as he walked onto the school grounds, dropping it next to the single suitcase he'd brought with him. His dad, however, had thought he needed more, and so was walking along with three suitcases stacked on one another. Walker spoke in English to his dad, laughing as he did so.
"Dad, I'll be fine with just the clothes I've packed! Honest!" Walker's dad, who we shall call by his stage name, Darian Westwind, smiled back, speaking with a gruff tone, as if most of his life had been spent as the star of a western(Which he had been, until he had left show business and taken up his current trade of being a helicopter pilot for some bigwig in Tokyo.).
"Nonsense, you'll need your morning suit, a formal dinner suit, swim trunks, suitjamas, because you need to be classy at all hours of the day, casual clothes, work clothes..."
"And I thank you for that, dad, but I think my most important clothes are going to be the school duds. I'll only be wearing the suits for outside of school, and I think the trenchcoat might be more suited to this area's weather." Darian smiled even wider, clapping his son on the back.
"Then you have something for any occasion! Problem solved! I also left you a little something in one of the suitcases, just in case! Now, you go get to your class, I'll go run these things to your room! Study hard, got it?" Walker responded with a quick, joking salute.
"Sir, yes, sir!" he said with a militant tone, then ran off after giving a quick hug to his dad. Ten minutes later, he was lost beyond all recognition.
"Aaaand now I can't remember where 3-1 is... Or was it 3-3? Dammit!" by now, he was speaking Japanese, so every curse word he said was VERY comprehensible.

Walker pushed open a door he had found while looking for his classroom, and found himself on the roof of the school. He took a deep breath of air, and looked out over the school grounds. He saw a few kids who were playing hooky goof off in the field, and also saw his dad duck into a car and drive off, apparently having unloaded all of his stuff that he'd be wearing for the next year or so... Walker shook his head at the thought. It was one of those things that just surfaced on the waters of the mind, floating there like oil, hard to notice, but all too difficult to get out. He reflected on that for a moment, just staring into nothingness for a bit, and then went back inside, now dead set on finding someone do direct him to classes 3-1 and 3-3. He figured if he was wrong the first time, then he'd be right the second.