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Amelia had found herself in the Class 3-S group. I should've said something to get out of it, but, I can't really do that, now can I? Amelia's blue eyes drifted off as she followed Kenta and the others. Amelia had not bothered to observe the people, trapped within her emotions and thoughts. These people are all much bigger than me, Amelia had thought, slightly scared of Darius, who seemed to tower above the rest. But why should I worry about these people? After all, I just have to work with them for a day, right? Amelia calmed herself down, realizing that she had gone through all of this without acknowledgement by the High Schoolers in the least to her relief. Maybe I won't have to talk, either? Amelia wishfully asked no one.
Out of sight, Kenta had not taken notice of her, just as she had wanted it to be. She attempted to fade in the background despite the bright colors of her hair and eyes. The youth listened as Kenta introduced himself. He then asked for another girl to introduce herself that had interested her earlier. The particular person seemed like she was trying to make herself out to be not all that interesting as she spoke.
"Hi! Like I said before, the name is Allie Logan! I'm eighteen year old, and I live a good ways away with parents who are way over protective!" She smiled, proud of herself, as her cell phone buzzed loudly in her back pocket for the millionth time. She blushed heavily as her hands shot to her back pocket to shut it off. "Hehe, sorry. That's pretty much all you need to know about me!"
Really, all I need to know? I wonder? Amelia kept her curious thoughts of the girl to herself. Paper, pencil, where are they? Amelia asked herself as she rummaged through the belongings in her tote bag and opened a pencil case, taking out a number two pencil and then taking out a notebook that was labeled 'Quando io voglio parlare. . .' (When I want to speak . . .). She opened a fresh page and stared at the paper for a second before losing herself in thought trying to remember how to write in Japanese. I think it was . . . like that! Amelia thought as she finished writing down what she wanted to say in her note book, and then displayed the page for the others with Kenta to see. The page stated in Japanese:
"I'm not exactly a good speaker. Anyway, my name is Amelia Esmeralda. You may address me as Esmeralda-san or Esmeralda-chan," Amelia pointed at the last sentence, not liking her first name to be used when her last name could be used just as well.
Out of sight, Kenta had not taken notice of her, just as she had wanted it to be. She attempted to fade in the background despite the bright colors of her hair and eyes. The youth listened as Kenta introduced himself. He then asked for another girl to introduce herself that had interested her earlier. The particular person seemed like she was trying to make herself out to be not all that interesting as she spoke.
"Hi! Like I said before, the name is Allie Logan! I'm eighteen year old, and I live a good ways away with parents who are way over protective!" She smiled, proud of herself, as her cell phone buzzed loudly in her back pocket for the millionth time. She blushed heavily as her hands shot to her back pocket to shut it off. "Hehe, sorry. That's pretty much all you need to know about me!"
Really, all I need to know? I wonder? Amelia kept her curious thoughts of the girl to herself. Paper, pencil, where are they? Amelia asked herself as she rummaged through the belongings in her tote bag and opened a pencil case, taking out a number two pencil and then taking out a notebook that was labeled 'Quando io voglio parlare. . .' (When I want to speak . . .). She opened a fresh page and stared at the paper for a second before losing herself in thought trying to remember how to write in Japanese. I think it was . . . like that! Amelia thought as she finished writing down what she wanted to say in her note book, and then displayed the page for the others with Kenta to see. The page stated in Japanese:
"I'm not exactly a good speaker. Anyway, my name is Amelia Esmeralda. You may address me as Esmeralda-san or Esmeralda-chan," Amelia pointed at the last sentence, not liking her first name to be used when her last name could be used just as well.