BISHOP TRANDER
Bishop was lost in thought for what felt like some time. Nobody seemed to want to bother him which he was thankful for honestly. He raised his head and looked around at the mass of new students and senior class students mingling and cliqueing together like the usual high school kids. And here he was on the outside looking in, without meaning too. He tensed up again as his wide blue eyes wondered. "Tsch..." <This was suppose to be different this time around... No more standing on the side.> His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and angst. Scanning the area he saw plenty of people getting along, having a secret wish that he could be in with them. Even if he was just standing their quietly, he just wanted to be there. Not on this bench here like a loner. It made him think of that 'forever alone' meme, picturing that grotesquely drawn face sitting above his shoulders instead of his own.
A sudden wind would catch him by surprise snapping Bishop out of his funk. He looked for the side, out beyond the fence of the schoolyard and outside to the rest of the world. He looked around him to observe the serene view of his school campus. He sighed realizing how fortunate he was to be here. This was a prestigious private school that could give him the edge he needed to excel in life, both in Japan and America. Bishop clenched his hands into fists and looked up nodding to himself. <Alright. This is only the first day, heck- the first hour of the first day. I'll be fine, I've only met one person so far. Maybe she doesn't like me, but I can't let that effect how I treat everyone else. I can't.> Standing up, the young freshmen grabbed his backpack and casually flung it over his shoulder and began to walk towards the center courtyard with his head on straight again. If he wanted to make friends, he had to be active about it! However, a blonde head of hair caught his attention. He looked to see that it was an older woman vainly attempting to grab the student's attention. He tilted his head curiously thinking that she has to be a teacher. Another woman came up and pulled out a mega-horn to begin speaking.
ATTENTION, ATTENTION, ALL SENIOR AND JUNIOR STUDENTS HEAD OVER TO THE SCHOOL HALL FOR ANNOUNCEMENTS. SENIORS, PLEASE HELP GUIDE THE JUNIORS SHOULD THEY GET LOST. WE'RE RUNNING BEHIND ON SCHEDULE SO STAY SHARP."
Bishop's expression became screwed up seeing as he walked closer to try and hear, he was well within the blast radius of Ms. Araya's voice. He rubbed his ears hearing them ring and looked around with one eye shut in irritation. "Well... I guess I'll just follow the crowd." Bishop rubbed his head and looked around him seeing people slowly start to make their way to the school hall. His steps were slow as he walked in the general direction trying not to net lost, it probably wasn't that hard to find. He met and avoided glances of kids his age and older looking at the foreigner as if they could smell it on him. It put him a little out of place, but he was sure that a lot of people were just as tense as he was. Bishop looped his other arm through his back pack and held onto the shoulder straps following the crowd, but he couldn't shake the look of a lost-confused puppy from his face. Faces blended together making it somewhat harder to tell specific people out, especially those he saw earlier. He marched towards the entrance that everyone would be going to, which seemed to be the right way as far as he was concerned. <It's time for school- I guess.>