Thursday- December 15- 2nd hour- French 1
Okita, Saki, Yuki, Yumi
Okita walked unenthusiastic to French class. She really didn't like this class above all the others including math. She has been in this class for a while and all she can say is probably "Hello my name is Okita Williams" and even then her accent is horrible.
This is one of the few classes where she took a seat in the back. She didn't like to be picked to answer questions and decided that if she stood far out of sight her sensei will not bother her. Why French? No one even spoke French that much in Japan, if there was a language she should have taken was English to perfect her language and learn the language in a more advance manner.
It is funny how people say Japanese is a complicated langue. Since she grew up learning the language it does not seem so strange unlike French with their accents in both speaking and writing. The worst was that the way the word was spell was not the way it was pronounced making French an even more complicated language.
As students started coming in she slouched in her seat hoping that will hide her petite frame even more from her sensei. She started playing a bit with her locks letting them twirl in her fingers. She couldn't concentrate in class. Her mind was still on her father.
He has not sent her a letter since his last and she really wanted to hear from him and also with hopes of a returning address. She wanted to tell him how her mother is missing and maybe he can help her look for her. She really wanted to call the police. It will almost be a month since her mom has gone missing and Okita has feared the worst.
She though didn't want to lose her sisters who can be taken away and put in a foster home away from her. She started scratch her cheek wondering what to do but first all she wanted was to get this class over with.