Snippet #1784058

Kodaka yawned loudly. Ditching class was not something he did regularly but today he REALLY didn't feel like getting up. Realizing he had missed his second class, Kodaka shakes his head. "I might as well find something to do." The problem in Edenbrook was there practically NOTHING to do. The town was very small and since he previously lived in the densely populated country of Japan for most of his life Kodaka was not used to living with so few people. Back in Japan, he ALWAYS had something to do. Even though he didn't speak a word of Japanese, his friends always spoke English so he didn't have to worry. His parents begged him to learn Japanese but he was always too lazy to even start. Now, being in America and being asked if he could speak the language, Kodaka regretted not taking up his parents advice. It was kind of embarrassing when he would watch anime with subtitles and being asked, "Can't you understand it?" or, "I thought you spoke Japanese?"

Kodaka let out a frustrated sigh. It was to late for that now. Passing a small neighbor hood, Kodaka looked up at the sky. 'It's so boring here. Nothing happens. What would I give to make this town a bit more......... Exciting?' Lost in thought, Kodaka didn't notice a figure walking straight in his path. Letting out a surprised grunt, Kodaka rammed straight into the unfortunate person that happened to be walking in front of him. Blinking twice, Kodaka mumbled an apology. "Crap, Sorry.. I didn't see-" He stopped short. Cocking his head to one side, Kodaka tried to understand what his eyes where taking in. A girl, much shorter than him, stood there in front of him. It wasn't her strange green hair or her mismatched clothes that struck him. It was her eyes. They weren't.... how would you put it..... human. Nothing about this girl looked normal. Her skin was as pale as marble and there was a band-aid that ran across the bridge of her nose. And Kodaka could have sworn he saw a tail waving back and forth behind her legs. 'Who does this girl think she is? She looks like some sort of clown from a freak show.' Even though those thoughts were running through his head, the boy felt like in all the strangeness of her outfit, her eyes, hair: it kind of all seemed.... right.... Running his fingers through his wiry hair, Kodaka blinked again. It was probably best not to get involved with this girl but something about her, strangely enough, gave Kodaka the impulse to say something. "Ummm..... do you always.... dress like that?"