First Day Predictions ...

Isla, John and Catherine had very little time to recover from their move, because a day later was everyone's first day of school. The sun was pouring through the shades into her bedroom and for a moment she forgot she was on a top floor apartment unit in Japan. She mimicked her morning routine back in America to help calm her nerves. Starting with her favorite music in her ear buds while brushing her teeth. She ran her brush though her hair that sat just below her shoulders. It had an auburn tint to it; a little frizzy at times, but nothing a little hairspray couldn't fix. She never had the patience for makeup, and only wore a tinted gloss on her lips.

Sliding her closet door open, she was face to face with the UA school uniform. A white collar shirt, either short or long-sleeved. A pleated forest green skirt and a grey blazer-type jacket; forest green accents and gold buttons. A bright red tie (that she had to have her dad help her with) completed her attire. Her mom said she could either wear knee-high socks or black tights. This was a no brainer for Isla. She wasn't the skinniest girl out there, and didn't want to draw attention to her already pasty-white (and a little jiggly) legs.

So tights it was!

At least they held everything in.

She pulled out her cell phone and took a picture of her reflection in the mirror and sent it to Laura and Amy. It was weird to think that she was getting ready to eat breakfast while they were getting ready to eat dinner ... yesterday. But it's today in Japan. It was going to take a while to get used to the time difference. Her best friends immediately replied.

Laura: OMG! You look amazing!!

Amy: Boys will like the knee high socks better!!

Isla laughed and shook her head, typing her reply: It's school Amy. Not a debutante ball.

Amy: . . . What's that?

Isla was thankful, and a little embarrassed, that she'd be riding to school with her parents. She saw some other tenants in the building, dressed in uniform (not UA uniforms, but some sort of school uniform) walking to the bus station to go to their respective schools. She poured herself a tumbler of coffee, putting her favorite toffee nut syrup in it (another favorite she brought from home). "You know, I can probably figure out the bus system quick enough," she said, twisting the top of her tumbler on. "You guys don't have to drive me to school."

John poured his own coffee after his daughter. "If you ever want to, just let us know. But your mother and I will feel better driving you for the first couple months at least."

There was some uneasiness to her dad's tone that Isla picked up on. The exchange of nervous looks between him and her mom didn't go unnoticed either. Clearly there was something they weren't telling her, but maybe she was overreacting. They were in a new country after all. New culture. New way of life. They had to give themselves time to adjust.

Isla swung her forest green messenger bag (oddly enough matching the forest green skirt and accents to her uniform) over her shoulder and walked with her parents to the car the school's administration provided for them. Her nerves were starting to be a little more noticeable. She tapped her foot repeatedly on the floor of the car, butterflies making her insides flip and flip all over the place.

The drive to the school didn't take long at all. Within minutes of leaving the apartment complex, Isla saw the building in the distance. It had four skyscraper-tall buildings all connected with a walkway suspended between them; and a stone wall surrounding the whole area. It had the look of being made completely of windows; the sky reflecting perfectly on the surface. Isla made a mental note to read up on the architecture of the school at some point. She'd probably have plenty of time during Class 1A's Quirk and Hero Training. She still couldn't really get a grasp on what she was supposed to do while the rest of her classmates harnessed their naturally given powers. Maybe she should keep practicing her Japanese.

Her dad put the car in park, and Isla thought she was going to be sick right there in the backseat of the car. She opened the door and took in a deep breath of the fresh air; the scent of the blossoms on nearby trees pleasantly distracting her.

"Ready?" her mom said with a wink. "You're going to have a great first day, I just know it."

Isla took a grateful sip of her coffee, and it surprisingly calmed her nerves. "I hope so," she replied. "I mean. It's not like anyone will set me on fire... right?"