Amaya wasn't really sure how she felt about her homeroom teacher. Mr. Mokota was the complete opposite of her junior high teacher. Nishimura sensei was the nicest person ever. Whenever Amaya was feeling down or just panic stricken, the woman always knew what to say to calm her down. Mr. Mokota totally did not give off the same vibes. While she did think he was a stuck up prick, she thought she felt something else about him. There was something 'soft' underneath the abrasive exterior. It gnawed at her like a rash, but she dwelled on it no longer. She didn't need to up the crazy factor at the first day of class. Nor did she want the other students to know either. That would've been terrible. 

She felt a light tap on shoulder as she turned around. The next teacher hadn't come yet, so a little bit of chit chat couldn't hurt. The tapper was Silus. She smiled when she heard his 'favor'. "You're doing just fine," she said. "But yeah. I'd be happy to point things out. If you don't mind? Um, not all teachers are like that. Mr. Mokota that is. He sounded so condescending."

She shrugged as she looked to survey the rest of the class. It seemed everyone was beginning to mix together except for a select few. Her eyes came to rest the girl who had kicked the blond kid earlier. She waved in her general direction. Even if she may be a delinquent, there was nothing wrong with acting friendly. Right?

Her violet eyes flickered back at Silus as she caught him appraising her. Her cheeks turned a subtle tinge of light red. "Um ... So Silus, is this your first time in Japan? What made you come here? Mr. Mokota said you were English, right?"