Solasta_zephyr

A Japanese Canadian boy gets “sent” to an all boys boarding school in the middle of nowhere. He struggles with school due to the language barrier, even though English is his first language. The kid makes friends with many unexpected people who are 100% different from him. A couple of little accidents here and there cause some ripples of attraction between two teens. One is oblivious as ya know *cough cough* sadly to the other person’s dismay. While the other one is confused with what to do due to the unexpectedness of the situation.

“What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?” “Those are children. That’s a school.”

Physically? Here. Mentally? ....

I had trouble understanding the book we were reading, so I got my translation book because our phones were confiscated before class started. I tried to do it word for word, but most of it didn't make sense, a few words I couldn't even find. I glanced around the room distracted, I ended up staring at a poster that I couldn't read. The letters were brightly colored, and the words were fat. Someone tapped me on the shoulder a couple of times before I woke up realizing I fell asleep. 


"Hey, class ended, you ok?" Finley asked. I stared at him blankly slowly processing his words, my mind still fogged from the nap. I realize that I had been sleeping, I quickly look at my work to see drool all over my book. My precious dictionary, that I paid with my own American money! "くそ"  (poop; cuss word uk) *watery eyes* 


"My DICTIONARY!!! I paid for that. I went to the bank to get American money. I had to pay money to get money. This country doesn't make sense. The exchange rate is terrible! I hate him, Jeff, I'm gonna haunt you. It's all your fault, if it wasn't for you, mom would have never made us move." 


I finish ranting, then realize I have an audience. "くそ" 


"Sorry, do you need something?" I asked. 


"Ok, I'm gonna pretend I understood that. Who is Jeff? You seem to not like him." 


"Jeff, dad, not friendly, asshole," I said quickly. I grabbed my stuff as fast as possible and walked out of the room. I stood in the hallway, not knowing where to go. I heard footsteps behind me, and I froze. Finley walked past me, chuckled said "you coming?" 


I ducked my head and followed sulking. Finley kept looking over his shoulder with a worried expression. I followed him to the library where we had independent study. He sat down at one of the tables and pulled out a book. I begrudgingly sat down across from him. Grabbing my English homework and reluctantly started taking notes. 


I got stuck on the first page, none of them made sense. It was all just gibberish, I only made it to the second sentence. I still don't understand the first sentence, what language is this? I sat there staring at the book for several minutes before someone interrupted my thoughts. 


"What are you doing? You've been staring at your book for five minutes" interrupted Finley.


I glance back down at my paper, "absolutely not sure"


Finley leaned across the table to look at my book. "Shit, who gave you that book?"


I looked at him curiously, "what does shit mean?" 


Before Finley could answer "Shit means…." a deeper voice interrupted. Which was muffled by a hand slapped over Nico's mouth. 


"Don't say anything unnecessary" Finley stated.


"I would consider that necessary" Nico grumbled.


"um.. what is going on?" I asked hesitantly. 


"I can help you with your homework," Finley said.
