Thursday, September 14, 2006

   It's raining, it's pouring...
I think Gordon's gonna hit the Northeast. And School is stupid...I can't ever get enough sleep in it.
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Sunday, September 10, 2006

   yay
The beach is fun. But minigolf is stupid -__-
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Monday, September 4, 2006

yay chap. 2 of manga/anime
Happy Days Lost: The Great Declaration of War



Tokyo. A bustling city with busy people leading normal lives. Many inhabit this metropolis, divided into many districts and populated by more people than the state of Rhode Island. But just do the people of this mighty city know how prone they are to war? No, they do not know the vulnerability they have and how easily they can all be plunged into its horrors. Not all wars however, are terrible…

Mitchell Goto, a young, noble high school student of Hideki Oyamata Memorial High School, will wage an invisible, non violent war on the tyrannical principal, Akira Nagasaki. What for? In the coming months Mitchell will declare war on his principal for the sole purpose of “student rights” because Nagasaki will eventually…hey! I can’t tell you this! Why do you want to spoil the plot for everyone! Selfish little lying cheating devil…haha…just kidding…

*The beginning of a revolution*


Konnichiwa! Mitch again! So, how did Chapter 1 fare? Are you somewhat interested now in HDL? Or are you still grumpy like Principal Nagasaki? Maybe if Chapter 1 didn’t get you into the series, then Chapter 2 will. It’s very funny, trust me, I’ve read it before. (Like all of the other ones, (sigh)…) We introduce some new characters and a boatload of corny political jokes, stereotypes, and more crazy American antics. Hopefully, you’ve got a sense of humor, or you’ll never get these jokes. Well, gotta’ go. I have to work to make you laugh. It’s my job…



It was 8:15 a.m. exactly when Sakura and Ayumi arrived to school on a dark, clouded, and pouring day. Drenched from the outside, both girls headed to the bathroom to dry themselves after their wet experience to get to school. But, they walked in, and found no one. Absolutely no one in the hallway. What’s up with that?

“Hey Sakura…”

“Yeah Ayumi…”

“Nobody’s here…Is there school today?”

“I think so…it said so on the calendar.”

“But there’s nobody here…”

“It’s got to be a prank…”

Ayumi and Sakura walked farther on, noticing that the halls felt windy and tumbleweeds flew right past them, but they didn’t notice. They just continued to the bathroom, still soaking wet. That’s when they noticed Niomi walking over to them; a big smile gleamed at them. Niomi approached Ayumi and Sakura calmly but fast.

“Hey Niomi, what’s…”

“Hey guys, I was looking for you!”

“Niomi, where is everyone?” Ayumi looked around the hallway for other students with no success.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean where the hell did everyone go?” Ayumi’s voice got a little tenser and Sakura spoke up next.

“Everyone’s gotta be here today. Niomi, where is everyone?”

“Didn’t you guys check the clocks…?” Niomi was shocked in disbelief that they had absolutely no idea what was going on, “It’s 1st period right now. Remember, daylight’s savings?”

“WHAT?!!!” Sakura and Ayumi both yelled at the top of their lungs. It was already 1st period? But they just got to school. What’s going on here?!

“Ms. Goto thought you two were cutting class, so she asked me and Mitch-san to find you.”

“But…where’s Mitch-san?”

That question was answered when the voices of Mitchell and Principal Nagasaki were heard as they sprinted throughout the hallways.

“MR GOTO!!! WHY ARE YOU CUTTING CLASS?!”

“I was only helping to look for missing students! I wasn’t doing anything!”

Mitchell was being chased by Principal Nagasaki as they zigzagged from hallway to hallway, finally zooming towards Sakura, Niomi and Ayumi, and as they blew by them, their uniforms blew in the direction they were running in and were almost glued like that, with shirts and skirts and hair all blown to the one side. Quickly shaking themselves back to normal, they looked on in horror as Mitchell was being stampeded at by the principal, both leaving a trail of fine, light brown dust that polluted the air, yelling, screaming and caused the girls to cough a bit.

“Yeah…Mitchell’s helping you alright…”

Mitchell continued to be chased around the hallways and Nagasaki continued to chase poor Mitchell around. He was very angry and ticked off.

“Uh…I’m going to go get Mitch-san now…”

“And we’re going to class!” Ayumi and Sakura yelled together. The girls looked at Niomi, who looked back at them as they slowly but steadily walked away. Finally, all of the girls said together; “Later” gleaming with big grins on their faces, and finally, leaving each other’s sites as they marched to their next destinations…

***

“Hiya everyone! I’m Batou Yamada! The toughest first year in Hideki High!” This came from Batou’s booming voice.

Batou Yamada. A cocky, arrogant and dimwitted individual. He always acted very tough around everyone because he always wanted to be tough. Seeing all the action movies motivated him to be strong and bad-ass, which has caused him more trouble than success. Batou is, in his mind great and powerful, but on the outside the dimwit is as great as Prime Minister Mori’s term. But while he acts what he’s not, he does have some redeeming qualities…no wait, he doesn’t have any. But he does have a “sidekick.” That counts for something right? Even if he is the most annoying high schooler alive…

“You don’t have to be so loud.” said his henchman Seigi with boredom and sarcasm.

There is no bio to Seigi. I was too lazy to make him detailed, since he rarely makes an impact, but his past is shrouded in mystery…

“Shut it Seigi! You won’t let me be able to monologue if I don’t yell!” Batou raised a fist in the air and looked to his friend with rage.

“Whatever Batou…”

“Now, where was I? Oh yeah…I heard there’s American on school grounds trying to take over! I’m not gonna let that happen, no sir!”

“No, you just read that in the script…”

“I SAID SHUT UP SEIGI!!!”

“…” Seigi’s face was blank and Batou’s face was on fire. He also looked very ticked off.

“I, Batou Yamada, toughest first year in Hideki High, promise to give it my all and stop the American oppression! If Mitch-san and his American friend want Hideki High, well then they’ll have to get through me!”

Seigi sighed and walked out of view. Batou continued to ramble on about how Mitchell was bad and all, until interrupted by the chime of the bell for the next class. He then stopped, and twitched with his eye and his mouth a crooked smirk with mouth gaping open.

“Oh…uh…yeah…um…Stop the American oppression! Down with Mitch-san! Save Hideki…”

“Just…no” Seigi reappears, and disappears as soon as he had come.

“Some henchman you are Seigi!”

“I’m not a henchman; I’m a victim of Batou oppression.”

“JUST SHUT THE HELL UP SEIGI!!!”

***

Back at class, Mitchell, CJ, Sakura, Ayumi, and Niomi were hanging out in one big area waiting for the next teacher to come to class, while everyone else in the classroom was also scattered in groups around the room. It was also around this time that Mitchell would think on his last words from the last chapter…

Sakura and CJ are talking about trying to pronounce names correctly, while Niomi and Ayumi are talking about after school activities. Mitchell, meanwhile, is in deep thought, while in the background Pac-man is harassing students in the far right corner.

“Mr. Nagasaki is an evil man…”

CJ and Sakura out of nowhere started to argue with each other, eyes bulging with rage and a background of fire and a big white “WAR AND PAC-MAN?!” surging through the screen and Pac-Man in WWII German outfit and whip.

“I remember yesterday in detention what he did to everyone…”

FLASHBACK!!!

Mitchell, along with 6 other students, sat in cramped desks in a tiny classroom right next to the principal’s office. The detention room, the most dreaded place a Japanese high school student has to ever visit. An evil, maniacal place, filled with horrors unimaginable. Extra homework, absolute silence, cramped space, piles of work, and the dreaded chalkboard writing and no heat or A/C are just some of the many strange, bizarre and dastardly things that torture the detention student on his unlucky of days. But not Mitchell. No sir, he can’t be bothered by any of that. He’s experienced this many a time in New York City at his high school. Mitchell’s take on it: steal the answers if possible. If not, then you’re screwed.

Principal Nagasaki loomed over his prisoners in disgust. Today he had gotten 6 detentions. On the first day even! That’s more than twice the average amount each year for the school! No wonder Nagasaki is infuriated!

“6 detentions…6 detentions! I am truly and honestly disappointed in all of you!” Nagasaki paced himself left to right in front of the classroom rather quickly and glared at the students from time to time. “Never in the history of this fine school has this ever happened on the first day! What do you all have to say for yourselves?!” His voice grew louder with each word he barked at the students. Mitchell responded to this harsh question through a common conception.

“But, Mr. Nagasaki, people are just trying to have fun.” Mitchell’s remark made a few people agree with his comment, but Nagasaki bounced back with such rage he almost did seem to be tyrannical.

“Mr. Goto?!” Nagasaki stopped pacing and stormed over to Mitchell. Mitchell, grinning at principal Nagasaki, turned his grin into a rye smile when the principal approached him. He didn’t look like a happy camper. “Are you trying to get yourself on my last nerve Mr. Goto?!”

“Define ‘your last nerve’?”

Mr. Nagasaki, not amused, glared harshly into Mitchell’s eyes and tried to intimidate him, but was unsuccessful; mainly due to the fact Mitchell was still cheerful as ever.

“Mr. Goto, you are ‘this’ close to getting another detention tomorrow! Now quiet down and let me talk, alright!!!” Mr. Nagasaki was fierce enough to stop Mitchell from talking again. Returning again to the front of the classroom, Principal Nagasaki returned to his original position when detention began in front of the classroom. He was severely enraged as he scanned the classroom of any troublemakers who tried to test his authority.

“Who else wants to disrupt me?”

Mitchell did it again…

“I would Mr. Nagasaki, but I can’t think of anything else. Sorry.”

“MITCHELL!!! DETENTION TOMORROW, GOT IT?!!!”

“But I’ve got track practice tomorrow…”

Together everyone in the room, disoriented and shocked, blurted out rather loudly; “YOUR ON THE TRACK TEAM?! ALREADY?!!!”

“Yeah. A third year, Genji Tanazaki, invited me to join. I don’t know why though. He said it was something about ‘Americans are really fast’ and all.”

Now, Nagasaki knew kids needed to get active, but he also needed to discipline them too on their ruthless behavior. Caught in a bind, he thought to himself on how to solve this issue. Let Mitchell practice and get active? Or keep him in detention and discipline his cruel ways? Hm…

“Just do your work, all of you! Nobody start any more conversations or anything, got it?” Then Nagasaki glared menacingly at Mitchell, “This goes especially for you Mr. Goto!”

“Could you please not call me that? Everyone else calls me Mitch-san, so maybe if you…”

“Hush Mr. Goto!!!”

FLASHBACK OVER!!!

“Mr. Nagasaki…evil…yes…” Mitchell continued thinking to himself until a student came up from behind him and patted him on the shoulder. This was Ken Kasunaga, someone Mitchell had met in detention the day before.

Ken Kasunaga is a 1st year just like Sakura, Ayumi and Niomi. His real name is Kengi, but he prefers the shorter nickname everyone calls him. Ken, the last member of Mitchell’s big group of friends, is taller than everyone but Mitchell and CJ. Ken is also the only one in the group to dye his hair blonde. His personality reflects these things…

Ken is an odd mix of CJ and Kyoko’s personalities. He’s energetic and wild, yet calm and kind. Having a cheerful disposition to hide his wild side, Ken is more or less an average teenager going through high school. He enjoys video games and arcades, as well as bowling. (For some odd reason he just loves to roll the bowling ball.) Ken is just like any high school guy, unless you consider where his friends are before he meets Mitchell and group…that is, if he has any…

“Mitchell!” Ken smiled cheerfully like Mitchell as he patted him on the back. “There you are.”

“Hey Ken. What’s up?” Mitchell turned around with an even more cheerful expression.

At this point CJ, Sakura, Niomi and Ayumi all turned their heads in Ken’s direction. Who was this guy? He acted as if he knew Mitchell yet he wasn’t in the first chapter. How?


CJ was the first to speak.

“Hey! Who the hell are you? We didn’t see you in the last chapter?!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you all,” Mitchell replied, “This is Kengi Kasunaga from our class. You didn’t see him because he was in the back of the classroom. He’s part of our Anti-Nagasaki group.”

“Anti-Nagasaki group?” Sakura and Niomi were confused to what this meant.

“Yeah. Mitch-san and I were in detention together…”

FLASHBACK AGAIN!!!

Mr. Nagasaki was reading a novel while sitting in a leather business chair while the students were all doing paperwork. Mitchell had competed all of his work in record time, and was resting, with his legs up on the desk and arms crossed behind his head. Meanwhile, the rest of the students were hard at work doing work.

Ken, who sat right next to Mitchell, was really confused. He couldn’t figure the answer to the problem. Looking over to Mitchell, he saw a boy sleeping, with the answers all filled out and the teacher not looking, he tried to look at Mitchell’s answers. However, he had to move them, right in front of Mitchell, the class, and Mr. Nagasaki, something that seemed impossible and illogical. But, he had to get work done, regardless. Risks were all a part of life, after all.

Ken reached over Mitchell’s desk and flipped over the paper. Thank god he was sleeping and wasn’t noticed by the Principal. This would’ve made the process much worse. Ken strained a bit, his hand couldn’t really reach that far (the desks were spreads out pretty far) and it took much concentration to flip the page. He squinted his eyes and looked away because he had pulled a muscle in his arm and he tried not to scream or shout. His glasses fell onto his desk, and he pulled his arm away and yelped but very softly so no one could hear. But Nagasaki did, and he looked over in curiosity and saw Ken in pain, but still with one had over Mitchell’s paper. Mitchell yawned and woke up with everyone staring at him and his desk. With sleepy eyes he scanned his desk and saw Ken’s hand outstretched on his desk and paper.

“Uh…hehe…you dropped your paper while you were sleeping?” Ken turned really sweaty, hoping everyone would believe him. And they did.

“Oh, thanks man. I wouldn’t have caught that at all.”

“Mr. Goto, no sleeping in detention, got it? Now finish your…”

“It’s finished.”

“WHA?!!! SO SOON?!” Nagasaki, along with the rest of the students, freaked that he got ALL that work done so fast. What did he do, freeze time?

“Yep. All of it. But why are you all looking at me, you’ve got work to do! Now get working! That goes for you to Mr. Goto!!! No American funny business ya’ hear!!!” Mitchell spoke in Mr. Nagasaki’s voice, and everyone chuckled, except for Nagasaki of course who looked really unamused.

“Mr. Goto, for the remainder of detention, please keep it down, and don’t make fun of me. Understood?”

“Roger that Mr. N! Alright everyone, you heard the man! No yelling! That means you to Mr. Goto!” Mitchell was obviously having way too much fun to remember he was doing anything bad.

“Mitch-san, you might wanna sit down…” Ken motioned Mitchell to sit, but he didn’t budge.

“Why?” Mitchell seemed awfully confused. What was he doing wrong?

Mr. Nagasaki was infuriated now with Mitchell mocking him. He had never been more humiliated in his life.

“Mr. Goto…don’t push it. You’ve already got me angry enough!” More tense than ever was Nagasaki. If Mitchell doesn’t stop god knows what’ll happen to him. But, he snapped out his ordeal and sat down after seeing Nagasaki’s menacing face. This calmed the Principal down a bit and allowed him to return to his desk in the front of the room.

“Mitch-san, what are you crazy?! Trying to get the principal worked up on the first day!”

“No that’s okay; I already did that earlier today.”

Ken looked at Mitchell and blinked, sighed, and blankly looked away in utter disgrace.

“It’s true! Americans are crazy!”

“No, I think the term you’re looking for is ADD Poster Child.” Mitchell grinned in casual fashion and cheerfully looked to Ken, who chuckled when Mitchell looked to him in American sarcastic fashion.

“See, everyone is born with ADD. I just happen to use it more often than most people. And it’s funny to annoy people with too.”

Ken started cracking up now. Detention was becoming a fun place with Mitchell. Soon everyone else joined in laughter with random remarks Mitchell flew out of his mouth. From time to time Principal Nagasaki looked over his novel and saw the commotion and barked at Mitchell and everyone to shut up. But everyone continued anyway, until an important issue popped up. The same issue that popped up last chapter…

“Yeah…” Mitchell suddenly went from happy-go-lucky to serious almost so quickly it was like watching Babe Ruth smack a homerun at Yankee stadium.

“Mitch-san...what’s up?” One of the students looked in concern to Mitchell, who stared silently at his desk. Looking up to his audience, he grinned and cheerfully motioned them to follow him to the back of the room, where a declaration of war to be applauded by the six students that would lead Hideki through hell and back.

Those that followed Mitchell would include all but one quieter individual who strayed away from Mitchell and his band of unethical and uneducated followers. This person, who is a 2nd year at Hideki high, plays a great role in the school wars to come…

“Okay. Everyone here that wants to be here?”

“Yup.” a whispered chorus echoed at Mitchell. He looked at the 4 students who anxiously awaited Mitchell’s response.

“How many of you ‘dislike’ Mr. Nagasaki? Like, I mean…the older guys, how much do you dislike him?

There were 2 upper classman of the group. Ryoku Sanga and Jin “Big Guy” Mizuharo. Both were second years and very odd for second years.

First, there’s Ryoku. Ryoku is geeky looking, and appears younger than his age says. But he’s a very smart kid, and knows a lot about things most people don’t know. He can also be at times a bit cocky and arrogant.

Finally, there’s Jin. Jin is on the Hideki High Junior Sumo team and the 5th best on the team. He’s a bit slow and clumsy, but he’s always upbeat and cheerful, which makes up for it. He can be actually be a cool guy to hang with, if you get over his obsession with Taiyaki pastries and Wrestling.

“Well, uh…” Jin started, but Ryoku finished, “He’s crazy. Mr. Nagasaki is really mean to. I don’t like him at all.”

“Ryoku, that’s not nice!” Jin looked to his acquaintance with concern and regret to Ryoku’s last remark.

“You know it as well as I Jin! Nagasaki is a menace to this school! What about the time they stopped selling pastry sweets?”

“That wasn’t nice of them.”

“Excuse me guys,” Ken looks to Ryoku and Jin’s direction, “Since when did pastry sweets become the conversation?”

“Mmm pastry sweets!” Jin began day dreaming about pastries and himself eating a huge plate of them. Next to him, Edward Elric popped out of the pastries and proclaimed “There’s no pin in the Pastry dish! Let’s try the Sushi dish!” Ed dashed out of the pastries and ran out of Jin’s daydream. Along with Ed was Alphonse, his little brother, in the armor outfit.

“Big brother, wait!” Alphonse dashed out of the pastries and the daydream ended.

Mitchell looked at Jin, who was daydreaming, Ken, who was looking at Ryoku and Jin, and then Ryoku, trying to daze out Jin. Mitchell then turned his attention to 2 girls sitting next to him, dazed, confused, and chatting with each other.

One was Shizuka Tanagawa, a playful and upbeat girl who always loved to get into mischief and sometimes be a killjoy. Although she doesn’t act it at first glance, Shizuka is one of the most devious, sly, tricky and cunning young ladies you’ll ever meet. Along with a chest that’s bigger than Ayumi, being sort of popular, and on the Newspaper committee, she’s almost all that.

And then there was Koname Haeuko. Koname was more preppy than Shizuka, and much more book smart than her counterpart. And while she’s also on the Newspaper committee, she’s more accurate on her stories, and timid around many people. More lady like as well, she’s the complete opposite of Shizuka. Koname also has a fascination with butterflies.

“So girls,” Mitchell cheerfully smiled to them, “Do you hate Nagasaki’s guts?”

Both girls were 1st years, and were in detention on the first day. What they had seen happen to Mitchell earlier and how they got in trouble so unexpectedly did stir some emotion of anger towards Nagasaki.

“Sort of, I guess.” This was from Koname, who got really quiet after she said that.

“Konami! How can you say that about Nagasaki sensei?” Shizuka stared coldly at her and then looked to Mitchell. “I’m really sorry about Koname Mitch-san. She doesn’t…”

“What do you mean? That’s the answer I was looking for.” Mitchell grinned and confused, Shizuka tried to clear things up with Mitchell.

“Huh? But…but…he’s the principal!”

“And tyrannical like Stalin, Hitler, and Republicans. Why do you think you’re in detention? Isn’t it Principal Nagasaki?”

Shizuka thought for a moment. She was in detention, and from Nagasaki, not his teacher, just because she lost her pass to the bathroom. For something so small too. Mitchell was right…

“Yeah, he did.”

“See? What did I tell you? He’s the one that’s given you a bad rep already. Are you just gonna take that?”

“Well…uh…”

Mitchell looked sadistically into her eyes and a fiery background sprouted from nowhere. Mitchell almost looked evil…

“NO YOUR NOT!!!” Mitchell freaked out Shizuka and Koname, and then got all calm and happy again. He had a weird habit of doing that. “You deserve your rights as a Japanese citizen!”

“But…we don’t have many rights as minors.” Koname replied timidly again. Shizuka agreed, and they began talking about the rights of Japanese minors. With both sides of the group conversing, Mitchell couldn’t get anyone to listen, so he used his last resort…

Mitchell, out of nowhere flung out an electric guitar and began picking at it while tweaking it.

“If you guys don’t to listen to me I’m gonna play STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN!”

Immediately everyone stopped and gazed perplexed in horror at Mitchell picking at his guitar.

“Okay, we’re done! We’re done!” The chorus of Ken, Shizuka, Jin, and Ryoku yelled out at Mitch-san, who was blown away by their loud booming voices, with his hair blown out of style. Mitch shook his head and got his hair back into style and prepared to explain his plan of action.

“Okay then everyone,” Mitchell threw his guitar out the window and fell from 3 stories, with a large crash and screaming from people all over the street, “I want you to know…” Mitchell came close into the group and motioned everyone to do the same, “I’m declaring war on Nagasaki!”

FLASHBACK OVER!!!!

Oh…But wait, what about Ken, and the other guys? What did they…?”

“Due to budget cuts and loss of interest in the scene, we couldn’t fit that in. Basically everyone was shocked, then after a long discussion agreed, and thus we declared war on the principal, got another detention, and thus was formed the Student’s committee after the incident. Shizuka, Ken, Jin, Ryoku and Koname joined together and later became the “The Student’s Vanguard.” And the rest is too detailed for me to explain because I’m too tired.”

“Oh…”

“But that doesn’t explain why YOUR here!” CJ pointed directly at Ken with anger. His eyes lost their pupils and he was wearing a demotic outfit, his coat floating Yu-Gi-Oh styled.

“Well you should let me tell you why before you go ASSUMING these things!” Ken fought back with the same temper and anger as CJ. He was wearing an angelic outfit with the same Yu-Gi-Oh style coat floating.

Suddenly, both CJ and Ken flipped out and got into an argument that was very loud and harsh. Fists were thrown. Bagels were eaten. Pac-Man reached level 4! Mitchell, Sakura, Ayumi, Niomi, and Winry Rockbell watched in horror, blankness, absent minded, and hunger as both Ken and CJ battled it out.

“If only I had given them my automail, this would’ve been a better fight.” After Winry said that, all of the audience nodded their heads in agreement. They looked back to the fight and saw Ed and Pac-man fighting each other.

“What the?!” Sakura, Niomi and Ayumi looked in shock that it wasn’t Ken and CJ fighting. “Where’s the other 2 guys?!”

“Where have they been? There not in a fight.” Mitchell and Winry shrugged in dull displeasure. Mitchell then pulled out a box of pockys and offered it to Winry, whose eyes burst with pink hearts and a sparkly pink background appeared with Mitchell and the box of pockys on it.

“Pockys!” Winry glomped Mitchell and tackled him to the ground. Mitchell blushed when he got glomped.

Ayumi looked in shock at Mitchell and Winry.

“Are we even sticking to the storyline here?”

Over in the corner CJ and Ken were in deep discussion about the war against Nagasaki. Ken sat serious in a chair tilted backwards and CJ sat in his chair with legs lazily sitting on desk and arms crossed.

“I believe this war will change Hideki forever.” Ken got really cold and serious, with a thunderstorm echoing and flashing with pouring rain pattering at the window where he was near.

“It could jeopardize the lives of the students as we know it. It would be too dangerous.” The same seriously cold expression appeared on his face with the same stormy background and an old man waving happily outside the window.

“Then we’d have to do it ourselves…”

“WHAT?! Are you crazy?” CJ grabbed Ken’s collar and shook him violently, “How are 6 kids going to win a war against the principal of Hideki High Ken?! Tell me!?”

“I can explain that,” Mitchell appeared out of nowhere and sat next to them, coldly staring at the wall, “We’ll have to die in order or the mission to succeed. Nagasaki is a tyrant that like Bush won’t go down without a fight, even for a lie or cover-up.”

“We have to use brute force, like Tanks or Artillery or Oprah Winfrey.” Sakura popped serious and coldly into the conversation with an emotionless face. Mitchell, Ken and CJ all nodded in agreement.

“But we still have to work our way through Normandy Beach…”

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO YOURSELVES?!” Ayumi and Niomi looked over with mouths gaping and eyes bulging in shock and disbelief.

The entire group sitting over at the desks by the window looked up at them, Mitchell in curiosity, CJ in boredom, Ken in laziness, and Sakura a mixture of Mitchell and CJ.

“How can you listen and talk at the same time guys? It’s really hard for us you know.” Mitchell smiled at them in trademark fashion. Niomi blushed and smiled back while Ayumi stared blankly at them.

“Now, back to business…”

“I want a cookie!” CJ cried out in funny crying.

“Now now CJ, the war council hasn’t finished its discussion yet. You can have a cookie afterwards.”

“Mitch-san?”

Mitchell looked over to Sakura, who had something to point out.

“Madam President is campaigning this year.”

“Who’s Madam President?” CJ poofed himself closer to Sakura when he said this. Ayumi and Ken glared at CJ as they crept closer and got face to face with him.

“Madam President is Ms. Kitsumi Michiko, the school student president for 6 straight years back before high school.” Said Ken coldly at CJ’s face

“That witch has never been beaten in popularity and power for a good 5 years. She has too many supporters, and worst of all, she’s a suck up to principals, usually to get the Presidency position.” Ayumi told CJ bitterly.

“If we can make her lose, then we’ll get support?” Mitchell was dressed in a lab coat, writing a long math problem on a chalkboard.

Ken and Ayumi stood shocked at the stupidity of that remark. They’ve heard it 100 times, but it’s never been done.

“ARE YOU CRAZY MITCH-SAN?!”

“What ever could you mean guys? It shouldn’t be that hard to…” Ken and Ayumi ran up to Mitchell and covered his mouth and eyes, interrupting him.

“Mitch-san, no one has ever done it before, and all those who have tried were ridiculed for the rest of their lives! We don’t want that kind of humiliation on you!”

Mitchell took both of his hands, grabbed Ayumi and Ken’s hands, and flung them to the sides. His face was glowing with light, and his clothing turned white. A background that looked like heaven appeared before him. He looked dead serious and seemed almost godly with the pose he stood in.

“No Mitch, this isn’t the school play.” CJ called to him. Mitchell sighed, and everything returned to normal.

“Well then…” Mitchell looked at everyone, “Madam President hasn’t been beaten EVER right? We’ll just have to change that.” Ayumi, Ken, and Sakura’s mouth’s hung open and eyes bulged out. CJ and Niomi waved their hands in front of their faces, but they remained in that shocked state.

“What? You don’t believe in us?” CJ smirked and stopped to gaze mischievously at them, “Me and Mitch once took on the entire student representatives back home all by ourselves!”

“But that was with Tom, Kara, and…” CJ ran up to Mitchell and covered his mouth and motioned him to be quiet.

“Whatever are you talking about Mitchell…?” CJ flung a wiffle ball bat just then from his back and slammed Mitchell with it a dozen times.

Niomi, Ayumi and Ken looked on in horror for poor Mitchell, whose continual battering made them become concerned for his safety. From time to time they looked away to hide the pain as they felt it along with him. Finally the hitting stopped. Instead, it was Edward Elric beating up Pac-Man.

“HUH?!”

Mitchell and CJ were found talking to students around the classroom rather “spiffily” and trying to talk to everyone to help support the cause, which really didn’t seem to work. They returned over to the rest of the group in disappointment.

“What the…? Weren’t you guys just fighting just now?”

Mitchell looked up, grinned and nodded no.

“But…but…Ed and Pac-man are…”

“Anything is possible with Barbie!” CJ threw a Barbie doll high into the air and a bright white light encompassed it. It was not seen again afterwards…

Mitchell walked over to more of the classmates and talked to them. Influence wasn’t helping now. After an unsuccessful persuasion, he came back with a wry smile.

“Guys…”

They all looked to Mitchell’s direction.

“…It’s gonna be harder than we thought…”

“Of course it will smart one!” CJ flung his bat out and whacked Mitchell again, this time Sakura, Niomi, Ayumi and Ken shrieked in horror.

“Why do you have to hit Mitch-san?” Niomi questioned CJ in a concerning voice.

“Cause Niomi…” CJ began mischievously, “its fun.” As soon as he said this Ayumi, Sakura, and Ken all began hitting Mitchell too.

“Poor Mitch-san…” Niomi looked away with a disappointed and concerned face.

Suddenly, the bell rang for the next class. Study hall was over, unfortunately. But everyone seemed to have bonded a little. That’s good…right?

“You’re lucky Goto! I would’ve killed you if that hadn’t ringed!” CJ slid his bat behind his back and walked off to his desk. Sakura and Ken followed. Ayumi sighed and went to her desk and Niomi followed, smiling. Mitchell, however, stayed where he was. He just sat by the closest desk in the back, kicking up his legs, folding his hands behind his back, and smiled. He looked over everyone in the room who around while the next period teacher, Mrs. Hano, entered. Mrs. Hano was an older teacher who was mean but not mean like Nagasaki. Her rickety old bones rotted with tolerance and killjoy. She also dislikes foreigners.

Mrs. Hano entered in a hurry, setting her things quickly on her desk and getting right to attendance. She seemed very hasty today for an odd reason.

“Mrs. Hano,” one of the students concerningly asked, “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” She grimly snared at the student, “I’m quite fine. Just fine.” Now she was furiously writing attendance and the pencil looked like it was on fire! The students all over the class got really quiet and watched Mrs. Hano do attendance with anger in her eyes.

“None of you pupils understand my pain right now! That little rat Mizuhiko…”

“Excuse me sensei,” Mitchell called out, “did you loose a bet with Mrs. Mizuhiko?”

Mrs. Hano’s writing stopped. Fire in her eyes, she glared up at Mitchell and slammed her fist on her desk.

“That rat won 7,000 yen from me! She’s got 8,000 yen that Bitch!” The students all fell over in disbelief.

“Mrs. Hano…”

Mrs. Hano looked at Mitchell again in anger.

“I heard Mrs. Mizuhiko was a good gambler from the 3rd years, so you don’t have to feel bad about…”

“It’s not the money Mr.Goto!” Mrs. Hano began writing a math problem on the board as furiously as she wrote down attendance. There was an awkward silence during this lecture.

“Okay! If Mrs. Mizuhiko has 1000 yen that she bet 3000 yen of and owed 500 yen to muah, but managed to get 7000 yen how much did Mrs. Mizuhiko actually get out of my money?!”

Everyone was silent. Was this some sort of trick question? She didn’t seem to be audible to everyone. And when you don’t answer a question in Mrs. Hano’s class, you get a harsh lecture on asking questions. Who was going to answer it though? Niomi didn’t know. Neither did Ken or Ayumi. (Their all smart in math)

“All 7,500 yen ma’am” everyone looked over at Mitchell, who was relaxing and picking at his teeth with a toothpick.

“How…how’d you know Mr. Goto?!” Mrs. Hano gasped. Everyone in the room gasped, except CJ, who was busy taking a snooze to notice.

“It’s simple ma’am. She won your 7000 yen, but she also owed you 500 yen. But since she won and you had said she had owed you but she has 8000 yen there can only be one explanation: She never paid you back and thus, she walks away with the cash you should’ve deserved, and you are left with nothing.”

“Wow Mitch-san…” The students golf-clapped for his long monologue but Mrs. Hano grunted.

“Well, aren’t we the student of the year, Mr. Goto. Now, enough of that, everyone’s getting back to work…”

“But sensei,” Ayumi called, “We never received work today.”

“YOU WELL SOON THEN! I WAS TOO DISTRACTED BY THE FACT I LOST 7000 YEN TO MRS. MIZUHIKO!!!”

Everyone in the room seemed to be shutting up and acting really afraid now. CJ woke up in abruptness just then and burst out, saying:

“I don’t have a dollar man! Stop begging me for one, okay!”

Mrs. Hano glared at him. She raised a brow.

“Mr. Kursk? Is there something you’d like to share with us?”

“I DON’T HAVE A DOLLAR MR. PRESIDENT!!! YOU CAN’T TAKE MY TAX REFUND BACK!!!”

“Mr. Kursk, Detention after school today!”

“MY DOLLAR!!!”

Sakura smacked CJ upside the and he went out of the dream phase he was in. He looked up at Mrs. Hano and saw her disapproving glare at him. CJ said to her dazed and a bit light-headed:

“Mrs. Hano, did I just sleep-talk?”

She looked confused as her glare turned to perplexity.

“You were sleeping Mr. Kursk?”

“Yessum.”

“At least you’re being honest. Well, if you didn’t know you have a detention for…uh…sleep-talking.

CJ shrugged, and class resumed without further distraction until the lunch bell rang…


*The good, the bad, and Batou Yamada*


It was lunch now for the gang. After most the day winding up like Mrs. Hano’s class, it’s annoyed but boring.

CJ, Mitchell, Sakura, Niomi, Ayumi, and Ken all sit in a 3 desk table they have made that stays right up against the wall by the windows. Here CJ is munching on a small serving of Ramen noodles and whoofing down a soda, Mitchell is chowing down on a small container of pure white rice, and Niomi, Ken, Ayumi and Sakura are eating homemade lunches in larger containers. They were busy away chowing down as well.

“Hey Mitch-san,” Sakura said while she had food in her mouth and noticed Mitchell’s tiny meal, “If you and CJ so tall how come your eating a small bowl of rice and CJ’s eating instant Ramen? Don’t you need big meals to fill your stomach?”

“Nope” Mitchell grinned at her, “I’ve got no appetite is all.”

“It’s why he’s so skinny, besides being part Japanese,” CJ explained while swallowing a noodle, “Unlike the rest of America, Mitchell has 4 percent body fat. The rest is muscle. Unlike me however...,” CJ struck his fist to his gut, “You can tell I’m American.”

“Really? Mitch-san has 4 percent?”

“Yup. I’ve got 12 percent. But I’m still pretty slim. It’s what happens when you live in New York.” Sherlock Holmes was over by a desk reading and old newspaper and smoking a cigarette as he spied on CJ. His face was menacing.

“But I still look skinny!” CJ tried to gather attention to himself but failed as everyone continued eating their lunch, except for Mitchell who gave his lunch away.

“Don’t worry dude. You’re a lean, mean, crime-fighting machine.” Mitchell grinned, as he always does.

“Yeah, but who says I fight crime?” CJ grunted and continued eating. As everyone else ate, and Mitchell relaxed, there was the sound of something loud in the hallway. A banging that frightened many students drew closer and closer to them. It was a terrible instrument banging that seemed to shake the room as it got closer. The group had already heard this and stopped eating; looking scared at the entrance of the classroom to await the monstroucity. It was none other than that annoying kid, Batou Yamada, dressed in WWII German outfit along with Seigi, as a drummer which caused the noise. Batou look energetic but Seigi was a tree stump.

“Batou, you rat.” Ayumi murmured angrily.

“Why do have to piss us off so early in the year!” Sakura told it almost too loud. Ken and Niomi also looked at him menacingly.

CJ and Mitchell were in complete disarray to who this Batou was. Who was he again? Even Sherlock Holmes didn’t know…

Batou had entered the classroom in a fit. He was jumping off the walls with excitement and seemed very lost to the current time, dressed in 1940’s military clothing. Seigi followed with the enthusiasm of a stereotype cow eating grass, drumming rather well. Sherlock Holmes again peeked from his newspaper. Suddenly, Batou stopped right in front of Mitchell, while at the same time freaking out the class enough to make their faces distort wildly.

“MITCH-SAN!” He yelled abruptly, “I accuse you of charges against the school for the harassment of a senior teacher, standing up to the principal and poor conduct to superiors! That’s treason to the school! I’m placing you under arrest!”

“Hey now, chill out there suck up!” CJ pronounced, “He helped me cross the border! I ain’t gonna let my amigo get jacked by the police!”

“I knew it was him…” Sherlock Holmes concluded reading his newspaper.

“Batou, what do you want?” Ken spoke in a temper.

“I’ve come to stop the uprising of an American! Japanese schools belong to the Japanese!”

Batou then whipped out an air pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Mitchell’s forehead. He was dead on and serious. Everyone in the room but Seigi gasped.

“Surrender yourself Mitch-san!”

“Mitchell kept his cool under the pressure and tilted the gun away from him. He grinned as usual and got right up to Batou’s face and whispered:

“Guns lead to bad things. Please put the toy down.” Mitchell smiled and proceeded to pull the gun out of his hands. Batou gasped and was pushed away by Mitchell’s hand. Mitchell threw the air pistol in the trash and proceeded to return to his seat. But Batou jumped in front of him and became an obstacle.

“Who do you think you are Mitch-san?! You can’t just waltz into Hideki High like you own the place!”

“I’m sorry if I offended you, but that doesn’t mean you have to get so temperamental. Let’s talk this over and I think we can…”

“I don’t need your sympathy Mitch-san! I want you to stop annoying the students of Hideki High!”

Sakura got up and firmly told him, “What are you talking about Wacko? Mitch-san is cool.”

Everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement.

“But, he’s an American! He’s fat and lazy, and he’s uh…”

“Hey! I’m proud to be an American!” CJ stood up barking at him, “So I’m fat, I’m lazy, so the president is a retard, so what!” Now CJ rose up to the desk, “That doesn’t mean I’ll let you call Mitch a Liberal, although I wish he was!”

People in the room became confused, even Batou was confused.

“CJ, you can sit down now…” Ken tugged his pants from where he was sitting. CJ noticed Ken and then looked back to everyone.

“What, don’t you guys know what a Liberal is?”

“CJ, there’s no such thing as Liberals in Japan.” Mitchell said smiling.

“Oh…” CJ went blank and then sat down. Everyone in the room seemed to be dreadfully confused to what Liberals were. Then, just as Batou was about to start rambling on, Mitchell covered his mouth with his hand and put a finger to his mouth, telling him to be quiet.

“You should stop annoying everyone trying to eat lunch.”

Batou blew Mitchell’s hand away and yelled:

“I’M NOT ANNOYING!”

The crowd of pupils together said:

“YES YOU ARE!”

“What did I tell you? Now, please leave everyone to eat peacefully okay?”

“Not until everyone sees the monster lurking in our own hallways!”

Batou charged Mitchell and Sakura, Niomi, Ken, Ayumi, and CJ went into cut scene gasping. As Batou was a few inches from him Mitchell grabbed Batou by the back of the shirt and raised him high in the air. Batou was dangling for his life by Mitchell’s strong arm.

“ACK! Mitch-san! I’ll get you, you punk!”

“I’d love to see you try.” Mitchell grinned as Batou was struggling to break free of Mitchell’s amazingly tight grip. CJ came to Mitchell and stared glaring at Batou. The room was silent.

“You know what?” CJ told Batou, with a smug look on his face, “You are a sad, strange little man.” Batou now became terrified of Mitchell and CJ.

“So Mitchell…what are we gonna do to him?” CJ became even smugger, as he circled Batou with mischievous plans for their victim.

“I say we let him go. He’s learned enough of a lesson, don’t you think?” Mitchell smiled and told CJ calmly.

“Stop being such a nice guy Mitch. He called you a Liberal.”

“Yeah, but look at him. He won’t do anymore harm to anyone now. He’s shaking for crying out loud.” Mitchell let him go and he fell hard on the ground, hurting himself while getting up. He got up in a fit, and grabbed Seigi’s unsuspecting arm.

“I’ll remember this Mitch-san! Don’t you forget!” He dashed out the door, “I’ll be back!”

A moment of silence occurred for a minute, and then Mitchell and CJ broke out in laughter. CJ fell in laughter and Mitchell laughed even harder when he saw CJ fall. Sakura, Niomi, Ayumi, and Ken stared blankly and confused at them.

“Guys…”Ayumi called to them, “What’s so funny?”

“It’s that retard!” CJ said still laughing

“He’s so funny! Did you see his face! He was like (gasp)”

“Dude! He was so frickin scared of you man! I don’t think Bush even has that kind of power! You made him wet his pants too!”

“I know, that’s why he’s a Liberal!”

CJ and Mitchell continued laughing hard until they both fell on the floor and after a while stopped laughing and sighed.

“Man that was funny. Now, back to my…” The chime of the bell ended lunch and CJ’s hopes of finishing his noodles. Both Mitchell and CJ got up, and they returned to the desks, fixing them and getting themselves ready for the next teacher. Hopefully, today’s experience helped persuade the students to understand them a bit better…
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Sunday, August 13, 2006

   My anime/manga in progress: HDL
This is a rather long thing...about 20 pages on word. For thy veiwing pleasure (comments welcome) oh, and plz hightlight if you don't get it all. ty

Happy Days Lost


Rough not detailed version

Konnichiwa everyone! Welcome to Disney’s Wide World of Sports…I mean uh, Happy Days Lost, or HDL for short. This is the story of me, Mitchell Goto as I embark on a perilous journey to Japan as a foreign exchange student. Well, okay, so maybe it’s not “perilous” but it sure is fun. Now, I bet your thinking how bad this is so far. Don’t worry: HDL has something for everyone. Even those of you forced to read this by your friends or family. I don’t want you to complain to them and tell them “Well I think this sucks” and you’ve barely read any of it! Not gonna happen! Oh wait, I should be off now…school’s starting… so I’ll be seeing ya later!





Today is the day Mitchell Goto, a 17 year old High school student hailing from New York City, starts his Japanese foreign exchange program. How it all started? Well, it was kind of an easy way to not only see his relatives, but to just get away from his busy life in America. I guess he didn’t want too much congestion in a city? Well, he won’t get it any less crowded in Tokyo, that’s for sure.

Usually all students walk to school in Japan. Or bike. Or takes the bus, train, car ride from parents, etc. Mitchell just walks. It’s convienet. But for today, maybe it was the wrong choice. Today was the first day for all students. So they won’t know about Mitchell being with them. He does stick out too, and that could turn today a little upside down...

So when you stick a tall guy like Mitchell into a crowd of short high school students when he has school uniform, things happen. They’re not good either…

As our hero is walking to school, he gets caught in a rather large crowd of students. What are they doing? Staring at him. Very uncomfortable if you ask me. Even though Mitchell is kindly waving to them, the passing students, they start to freak out. Not everyone though. Some people in his school tend to wave back just as friendly. This made him feel a little better.

“Nice to see friendly faces.” Mitchell thought to himself, grinning as he walked.

During his walk to school, Mitchell encountered a lot of Hideki Oyamata students. All had no idea he was coming. Especially when he’s sporting the Hideki boy’s uniform. That must’ve scared the living daylights out of them!

It’s not like Mitchell looks weird. Like he’s an alien or has a hundred eyes. It’s just that he’s tall, American and more laid back than your average Japanese student, shorter and more preppy and learning oriented. (Most anyway) For crying out loud, Mitchell is a tree in a crowd of bushes! So tall, and on top of that, good looking. But it’s a little scary at first. Especially since most of the students freaked out when they saw Mitchell.

“(freaked out) is…is…is he an American?!”

What’d I tell you?

“A foreign exchange student? This early in the year?”

“Have the Americans come to get us involved in the war?”

“My question is why he is in a Hideki High uniform. Why not another American school over a traditional Japanese high school?”

Mitchell responded back in Japanese, “Because going to those schools just wouldn’t be as much fun.” He then walked farther into the crowded path, leaving those who were in shock in awe of him.

The student with the last remark was dead silent. He didn’t see it coming. Honestly, he didn’t at all. An American speaking perfect Japanese. His mouth was gaping to the ground.

Mitchell could understand and speak perfect Japanese. He’s got that natural ability. Why? Hm…he’s got Asian blood! His dad was Japanese and his mother was half Japanese. That makes his like ¾ Japanese right? Am I right? Okay then let’s just move on shall we? I said too many random things already.

Mitchell, you know too much about already because I was rambling about his life story. Poor guy. Anyway, already being bombarded by students that think he’s from out of this world has miraculously made it to school. Hideki Oyamata High School. Named so after Hideki Oyamata, duh! (But there was never a Hideki Oyamata…) It was around the same size and shape as a regular Tokyo school. It was big, had many floors, and cherry blossoms around it, with leaves falling around him. He took a good look at it while the other students around him were walking like ants all around the entrance of the school.

“Hideki high doesn’t look so bad. It even feels new too.” Mitchell though to himself. Since he got to school early, he might as well check out his homeroom assignment, right? So, going to the assignment board on the 1st floor, Mitchell checked it out, obviously. It was packed, with so many students staring at the wall with the homeroom postings. Mitchell inched his way towards the board. He looked everywhere for his name, scanning every part of the assignments. One girl who was looking for her homeroom blushed and was surprised by her homeroom assignment.

“I’m…I’m in…the American’s class?”

Mitchell’s eyes looked directly at that same paper. Ms. Kyoko Goto’s year 1 class 12 homeroom.

“Oh my god! I’m in my cousin Kyoko’s class?” Mitchell thought in more strange ways than one. His teacher is his older cousin, Kyoko Goto, who was also watching him over his stay. This ain’t gonna go well!

“Hey! I’m in the American’s class to!”

“Me too!”

“I’m not ‘the American’ everyone. I have a name.” Mitchell did his usual smile-that-freaked-the-life-out-of-everyone and freaked the life out of everyone.

“Oh my god!!! He can speak perfect Japanese!” It was a synchronized yell of people who didn’t expect to hear him say that.

Everyone there was so impressed he could speak Japanese. People from America that came to Japan usually couldn’t converse with the Japanese due to the language barrier. There was no problem here. He was easily conversing with everyone and becoming very liked with everyone with his easy going personality. And as Mitchell became more popular with the students, the more one group of girls looked on in disgust. But exactly who was watching him? And more importantly, what happened to my bagel? It was here a minute ago!

“What is up with that American guy? Stealing the school from me!” One of the girls angrily blurted out.

“Ena, he hasn’t doesn’t done anything yet. And you’re a first year too so don’t even talk.” Another commented

“She’s right you know.” The last girl agreed.

Yes, there were 3 girls. They were Ena Kanasagi (the first girl) Natsume Takeda (2nd girl) and Tsubaki Nasamaru. They all were once the most popular group of girls in middle school. I guess the popularity got lost in the transition to high school. Or Mitchell is just all out more popular than they are.

“Look guys, I’m sure he’s not that big with the students anyway. What, he’s here for a month or two then leaves. Besides, he barely looks American anyway.”

“Yeah, he looks Korean if you ask me.”

“Ena, why do you have to be so negative around foreigners?”

“There’s just many of them Tsubaki! Their everywhere! Like the media.”

“But he’s not like the rest of them…”

“Yeah well you’ll see! He’s gonna be a bad seed, I just know it!”

“Ena, take it easy. It’s the first day and already you’re freaking out. Remember Sasuke last year?”

“Yeah…I guess your right” Ena sighed and smacked her face. Then she started laughing. “Your right Natsume, I shouldn’t worry. Everybody does love me anyways!”

Or did they?

Almost everyone who saw him went up to him. So many students were talking to him, and it felt sort of like the media had bum-rushed Mitchell. But he just kept his cool as he headed to his homeroom. Being in such a big crowd though, it was tough to work around. Until Principal Nagasaki, The man in charge of the school (of course, he’s a principal!) shows up and breaks up the crowd. He keeps Mitchell though.

“Mr. Goto, good morning.”

“Oh, Principal Nagasaki! What’s up G?”

Mitchell tried to be funny around Principal Nagasaki by acting hoodlum. Principal Nagasaki was not amused.

“Did you get to school alright? Must be hard not to take a bus, since you’re so used to depending on it to get you to school…”

“Nah, I got here okay. Walking is a lot better on the body anyway”

“Well then, do try your best while your here. I don’t want to tarnish the good name of Hideki High school with a bad school GPA. We have one of the best GPA’s of any school in Tokyo you know.”

“Then I will…not…maybe…”

“Just don’t act up while you’re here okay? Now get to homeroom Mr. Goto.” His stern voice was intimidating.

“Okay okay, take it easy!” Mitchell began walking the other way towards his homeroom, thinking to himself: “Man this guy is mean! Not like Principal Jackson back home.”

It wasn’t too crowded when Mitchell got to homeroom. Yeah, there was about 10 or 11 kids, but that’s not a whole lot for a Japanese homeroom. It was by a window to, overlooking the front of the school and the street below. It was sunny, so everything was clear. There was even a reflection on the desks so early in the morning. When Mitchell entered in his usual demander, he thought everyone would run up to see him. They didn’t, however. It was a girl by the name of Sakura Niwa, the first of Mitchell’s many Japanese friends to come.

Sakura. The Japanese word of Cherry Blossoms. Elegant, peaceful. Everything Sakura wasn’t. Miss Niwa was a very bubbly and energetic girl who always was looking for fun. Her comedic antics really haven’t turned out in her favor, and the fact she’s an Otaku and Game geek doesn’t help her get many friends, but she did stick out in a crowd. And that made her happy. If you look hard enough you’ll find a likeable girl inside her lively soul…

“Hey! Aren’t you the American?” She went up to him and gave a taunting look to Mitchell, who looked at her all strangley.

“No, I’m Ryou Hayasuka from Hokkaido.”

“Oh…I had you mistaken for someone else then…”

Mitchell cracked up after his last comment. Sakura turned around, confused. Mitchell was lying. Of course he was lying!

“Yeah, I’m the American. But please try to call me by my name. Mitchell Goto.”

“Oh…Sorry Mitch-san!” Sakura bowed in front of him really quicky. Mitchell bowed back. Mitchell thought to himself:

“Mitch-san? I’m not that old...right?”

“But you don’t look at all American Mitch-san! You look more Korean. I can’t tell. Do you have any of your relatives hailing from Hokkaido?” she was walking around Mitchell and examining every bit of him.

“No, actually there from here in Shibuya, they moved from the other side of Tokyo a couple of years back, near Tokyo Bay. It was around a neighborhood by the docks and piers.

Sakura was shocked with Mitchell’s knowledge of Tokyo. Not only that, but his relatives are from Tokyo?! It seems too weird to be true. And the more unusual part was the fact that Mitchell was easily conversing with her in Japanese. What the hell was he? Hey! Now my coffee is gone! Who keeps stealing my stuff?!

“But…but Mitch-san, didn’t you come from America? Why do you have relatives in Japan?”

“Whatever do you mean? Isn’t my family name enough to tell you.” his charming smile seemed to ease her around his presence. Sakura thought for a moment. Then she turned to look towards him with a huge grin and sparkly eyes.

“You have the same family name as our homeroom teacher! That’s so cool Mitch-san!”

“Yeah, I guess that is.” His sarcasm let a sweat drop fall from his head. Mitchell just couldn’t tell her that he was teacher’s little cousin. Or anyone. It was embarrassing enough to be in her class! Hey, am I boring you? If I am, I shall fart in your general direction!

“Sakura! There you are!” A girl taller than Sakura appeared in front of the both of them, waving her hand in the air to get Sakura’s attention.

Ayumi has been Sakura’s friend since elementary school. Ayumi can be just as crazy as her friend, although she looks like she belongs on a sports team. Ayumi was wild, but at the same time she could also be very emotional, but that varied depending on the situation. If you looked hard enough inside of her, you could find a very different inside of Ayumi…

“Ayumi! Is that you?” Sakura rushed over towards her with sparkling eyes and overjoyed expression. “It is you Ayumi! How did you make it into Hideki High?”

“Same way you did! I procrastinated and cheated on the entrance exams!” Mitchell gaped his mouth open extremely wide and his eyes bulged out in shock and disbelief.

“Wow! What made you decide to come here Ayumi?”

“Quite simple my petite partner in crime. If you were going to waste your time here than I would not hesitate to waste time with you! I can’t just let you rot here all alone. Where would you be without me?”

“Ayumi…you’re a true dedicated friend you know that!” Sakura bowed in formal Chinese style, “Arigato Ichiban Sempai!

“Wherever we must go, we will conquer it together!” Ayumi raised a fist high in the air, dressed in WWII Japanese General’s uniform.

“But this time we have ‘the secret weapon’…” Sakura pointed towards Mitchell, hiding behind her friend and whispering in her ear, “With him on our side we won’t ever have to have a bad day again!”

“But who is he Sakura?” Ayumi whispered back. Sakura dashed towards Mitchell, and pulling out a microphone from out of nowhere and suddenly flipping the background upside down to reveal another background with an add for a military action figure, but the name “Mitch-San” was bulging at the top in blighted letters.

“This is Mitch-san of course! The newest off the production line, He’s sure to give you a run for your money! He’s the new popular kid of Hideki High!” She began sounding like an advertiser “Yes, that’s right, the all new Mitch-san! Capable of many hours of play for people of almost all ages! And he’s completely safe, NO assembly required! Mitch-san even comes included with 12 different phrases!” Sakura pulled a string from Mitchell’s back and the smiling Mitchell responded when she let go of the string.

“Hi, I’m Mitchell Goto!” Sakura pulled the string again and Mitchell responded again “Smiling confuses people!” His charming face still lingered around Ayumi, who just didn’t realize who he was until she thought about it.

Ayumi stood in disbelief for a second. Then her eyes lit up, a big cheerful smile on her face she ran up to Mitchell, looking up at him with the same face as Sakura’s earlier.

“You’re Mitch-san? The American?”

“Yep, that’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” Ayumi’s face lit up even more.

“I can’t believe its you Mitch-san! I heard everyone talking about how cool you are and everything and…You can speak Japanese too! Man your so cool Mitch-san!”

Ayumi was talking too quickly for Mitch-san to respond, but he did appreciate the comments.

“See Ayumi? What’d I tell ya’?”

“You’re absolutely right! I dare Ena to be more popular than Mitch-san this year!”

Mitchell was chatting away with Sakura and Ayumi when he noticed another girl walk into the classroom, heading towards them. She was Niomi Endoh, an acquaintance of Sakura’s and the girl who would adore Mitchell for the rest of her life…

Niomi was quite different from Sakura. Niomi excelled in school and was quite the polite and nice, caring girl. She was an A student, but not very good at making friends, or physical activity. How could a sweet, smart girl like Niomi end up hanging out with bittersweet Sakura, rough riding Ayumi and ever popular Mitchell? Could her personality be some sort of opposite’s attracter? Wait…what the hell am I saying?

“Hello Miss Ayumi and Miss Sakura.” Niomi’s sweet voice caught Sakura’s and Mitchell’s attention.

Sakura and Ayumi turned around and saw Niomi approach them. Their faces lit up when she walked up to them

“Hey, Niomi! Are we all in the same homeroom again this year?”

“It looks like it!”

“Awesome! Once again we three will hang out in class!

“Yep. Imagine all the fun well have this year…”

“Especially with Mitch-san!”

“Mitch-san?” Niomi didn’t know who Mitchell was, until she realized the American was Mitch-san. Then Sakura introduced Mitchell to her. And their meeting changed her life forever…

“Niomi, I’d like you to meet the American, Mitch-san. Mitch-san, likewise to Miss Niomi.” This was one of Sakura’s antics, but as a world leader like figure.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Niomi.” Mitchell’s formal bow, charming smile and sparkling background made Niomi blush a bit. There was something about cool Mitchell, and she couldn’t help but stare at him, which was quite awkward for Mitchell, and Sakura didn’t know what was going on.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you to Mitch-san…” Niomi bowed back. Mitchell let go a sarcastic chuckle and carefree smile.

“We’re all acquainted right? Class is about to start soon, let’s try to find a seat then shall we?” Sakura led the 4 person group to a group of seats that were empty, but suddenly got taken by 4 other students. There was a long silence afterwards, and a vain popped out from Sakura’s head. She clenched her fist and was pissed off and flung the entire three desks that were taken over. The students in the seats of the desk freaked out and ran away.

“That’ll teach you not to take my freakin’ seat!!!” Sakura’s teeth grinded against each other and her eyes looked very menacing. Ayumi and Mitchell was already flipping the desks back up and fixing them before the bell.

“She get’s this way when someone takes something she wants. Those poor guys.”

“They never stood a chance. Her attack was too quick for them…” they fixed the last desk when Niomi approached Mitchell.

“Mitch-san?” Mitchell focused her attention to her, “May I sit next to you?”

“Sure, that would be cool.” another of Mitchell’s trademark smiles made the day of another. Niomi blushed and smiled, and then she and Mitchell went over to 2 desks by the window. Sakura and Ayumi followed behind them, taking a seat in front of them. After sitting herself down, Ayumi turned around, with a smug look on her face, looking at Niomi and acting very suspicious.

“Hey Niomi, I wander why you want to sit next to Mitch-san for…” Embarrassed, Niomi looked away. Ayumi would’ve begun teasing her to, but then Ms. Goto entered the room and she was saved for now.

Kyoko Goto, Mitchell’s older cousin and history teacher of Hideki high. Kyoko was only 7 years older than Mitchell, but she seemed to have the same personality of her younger cousin. Cheerful, easy-going, Kyoko seemed to be just like Mitchell. However it was her lack of patience in people who didn’t care that made her sweetness a bit sour! This separated them from each other. And the fact Kyoko is often more unforgiving and relentless with her impatience than Mitchell. But her sweet side is usually showing. Unless she has a bad seed student.
Which she will…

“Good morning my new class!” Kyoko twirled around and around when she entered the classroom. In her hands were a textbook and a water bottle. (She carried one just in case she ever got thirsty during class.) The class didn’t expect her to act like this at all, and sweat drops appeared on their heads. Kyoko stopped spinning and regained herself as she walked into perfect position to stand back up straight. “I’m just so excited everyone! So, who’s ready for another educational filled year?!”

Nobody responded. Not even Mitchell, who was picking at his teeth with a toothpick.

“That’s what I thought. Now, time for attendance, right…” Kyoko looked over and found Mitchell at a desk by a window, very laid back and relaxed, and decided to pick on him.

“Ah, I almost forgot. Class, I’d like to introduce you to the American, Mr. Mitchell Goto. Mitchell, do you want to come up to the front the class and introduce yourself to everyone?” Mitchell got up and casually made his way to the front of the class, having to scoot over Niomi and a couple of other kids to get to the front of the room. He no longer had his toothpick. He went up to where Kyoko was, his calm demeanor still present.

“Do we really have to do this?” Mitchell whispered to Kyoko jokingly. She nodded her head and he sighed and turned to the class.

“Hey everyone. I’m Mitchell. And I guess I’m stuck with all of you for a couple of months until I have to back to America…”

“Did you know that Mitchell came all the way from New York?” Kyoko wanted to awe the students and she succeeded. The students awed in amazement and then barraged him with questions galore.

“Is there big gang wars like Al Capone in New York Mitch-san?” It was a girl in the back of the class, her hand raised up high.

“Sorry, but Al Capone is dead, and there’s no…”

“Mitch-san, have you ever been to a Yankees game?”

“I’ve been to a couple of games but I’m more of a fan of…”

“But isn’t New York dangerous? I heard you’d get shot for no reason.”

“No, see…”

“Have you ever been shot Mitch-san?”

Kyoko decided it was wasting time and ordered everyone to be quiet, and the students obeyed.

“Okay Mitchell, I’m done with you, since your just wasting valuable class time. You can sit back down now.”

A sweat drop appeared on Mitchell, and he returned to his desk. Kyoko also continued to take attendance while Mitchell was returning to his desk. Sakura looked smugly at Mitchell, something on her mind.

“So, have you been shot Mitch-san?”

“Well if I was shot would I be here right now?”

“He has a point.” Ayumi stared at them blankly.

“What if he got shot in the shoulder or something? He could’ve survived that right?”

“Hey, your right.” Ayumi and Sakura turned to Mitchell, together about to seek out the truth.

“So Mitch-san…” Sakura was the first to speak. He was chatting with Niomi they both looked over at Sakura and Ayumi, Ayumi spoke next, “It’s true that if you’re shot you get killed right?”

“But were you ever shot in a place that you didn’t have to die from? Say, your shoulder?” Sakura poked Mitchell in the shoulder and her smug expression glared into Mitchell’s eyes.

“Sorry girls, Never been shot. Ever in my life. Would you like me to get shot for you?” Sakura, Niomi, and Ayumi gaped their mouths open and bulged their eyes out. They were all shocked that he’d say that. Mitchell smiled at them with his usual cheerful expression again.

“No! That’s not what I meant Mitch-san!” Sakura got really concerned and worried and thought Mitchell would actually get shot for her, “I just thought that all New York kids would’ve got shot or killed with all the gangs…”

Mitchell took his hand and clenched her shoulders; he glared at her with a serious face. She flinched, but Mitchell smiled again and told her, “That’s an old Japanese stereotype. New York is much cleaner now. Besides, where I live I never see that kind of stuff. ”

Sakura paused for a moment and looked back at him with an assuring smile, “So, does anyone you know have that kind of experience?” Ayumi and Niomi shared a feeling of shock when she mentioned such a question to him. “So dumb, that girl!” both girls hit her upside the head with their hands and she fell backward in pain. Mitchell looked over to see if Sakura was okay, sarcastically chuckling.

Meanwhile, across the room, Ena and Natsumi looked on, trying to figure out what was going on. How did Mitchell get so popular within the first half an hour of class? It just didn’t make any sense. To her, anyways. She had never been in a class with a foreign exchange student ever until now and that just made her tense that an American was getting more attention than her.

“I can’t believe this Mitch-san! Already he’s popular with almost half of the student body and now he befriends Sakura and her group! Who’s next?”

“Honestly, you have to calm down Ena. It’s a foreigner, get over it!” Natsumi got pissed off that her friend was getting pissed off at Mitch-san. He was bugging the hell out of her. The whole talk about Mitch-san and everything and how bad he was really pissed her off. Natsumi could get real pissed off easy, and this was no exception. Her face looked fierce as a tigers!!!

“But it’s a foreigner in my territory! No foreign kid has ever crossed me and gotten away with it!” Ena was a bit tense, raising her fist in the air, but Natsumi smacked her upside the head with her text book, a vein almost popped out of her head. Ena received the full impact of the blow, rubbing her head when she felt a bit zoned out after being hit on the head.

“Ow! What’d ya do that for?” Ena looked a bit teary eyed. Natsumi glared at her in disgust.

“Don’t talk about Mitch-san okay?! Look, lf he really bothers you that much, maybe you should talk to “Madam President” and she’ll help you out.” Ena regained her composure rather quickly and looked to her friend mischievously.

“Of course. She and I are friends, and that’ll help her campaign this year. And I can become the most popular girl in school again! It could all work to our advantage. How delightful…” Ena rubbed her hands together and a mischievous smile crossed her face. Natsumi looked at her friend as if she had a hundred eyes; Ena’s rather vague words scared Natsumi into thinking she was crazy.

“Well, I’m done with attendance. Okay everyone, let’s get to learning!” Kyoko raised her book up in the air, trying to hype up her class, which didn’t seem to work, because her students all moaned at the same time.

Class would resume with such craziness for some time, until an uninvited guest bursts into everyone’s life…


*That other American…*


Halfway through the school day, when everyone was in classes, when all seemed calm, the monster attacked. But just who is this monster that plagues Hideki high? Well, he’s not all that monstrous, but he sure does act like one. This said person is Christian Joseph Kursk or CJ for short. CJ is Mitchell’s friend from America, his best friend since elementary school. Together they once roamed Times Square after school and conquered arcades all across Main Street.

CJ is very different from his kindhearted friend: he tends to act the complete opposite. Wild, crazy, sadistic, cocky, arrogant, know it all, show off, anger management patient, gamer, anime geek, and wise guy. (Yes, he is all of these.) While CJ thinks he’s “the best there is” when he can’t beat Mitchell at sports, playing guitar solos, running, and a bunch of other things. But he doesn’t care. As long as he gets attention, he’s alright. Especially attention from the ladies…

CJ was running the hallways, panting like a dog, as he sprinted from hallway to hallway, looking for Mitchell’s classroom. Since CJ couldn’t understand Japanese writing and symbols, he had a hard time finding the classroom and getting to see his buddy. Some of the teachers looked out of their classrooms spotted him, but since he was dressed in one of Mitchell’s uniforms the teachers ignored him and went back into their own classrooms. Finally, CJ came up to a classroom where it looked like Mitchell was sitting by the window. Grinning mischievously, he dashed into the classroom, slamming the door while sliding it open. CJ caused quite a commotion as he bum-rushed Mitchell; Kyoko had been interrupted during her teaching session, a mistake CJ would soon regret…

Mitchell, who was paying attention to Kyoko’s lesson, was unprepared for his friend’s surprise entrance, and was frightened that he ran up to him like that. Niomi, sitting next to poor Mitchell, also freaked out a bit by the surprise appearance. CJ had just barged in and interrupted class, and on top of it all, scared the heck out of everyone. Mission accomplished…

“Mitchell! You jerk!!!” CJ glared with such anger in his eyes that he looked like the devil himself, then his face lit up with a smile and mischievous eyes. “Was sup?”

Everyone in the classroom except Mitchell, CJ, and Kyoko fell over in shock from CJ’s mood swing. Kyoko looked pissed off and shocked that a student just barged into her classroom and started a commotion.

“C…CJ? How’d you get to Japan?” Mitchell was wondering how in the world CJ managed to get to Japan without his knowing.

“How do you think I got here?” CJ smiled mischievously in his own special way. Mitchell thought for a moment, and in the next second, he smiled back to his friend, giving the correct answer.

“Were you in that huge suitcase, the really gigantic one?” Mitchell made a rectangle shape with his fingers, running them in the air from the top to the bottom of the invisible suitcase; the outline appeared as tiny gray lines in a rectangle form.

“Bingo! We have a winner!” CJ made a thumbs up freaky face; Vash the Stampede’s trademark thumbs up. Niomi, having CJ hovering over her, asked him the one question that gave the one response that truly made Kyoko blow her lid.

“Excuse me?” Niomi sounded so innocent and CJ glared her down, the background turned dark and funky ghosts appeared behind him, “Who exactly are you?”

“I?” CJ went into a heroic pitch of voice and twirled around so fast you could say he almost didn’t move, coming back around with a tuxedo on “I am the president of the United States!” He raised his arm up in the air, flicking out his finger standing on a mountain, with a background of clouds, birds, and Pac-Man eating the birds, “Or CJ for short.”

“Oh my God can speak Japanese too!” one student screamed.

“America has sent over spies!” another declared.

“Run! The Americans have come to get us involved in the war!” The classroom was in quite a state of chaos as students dashed out of their desks and ran away from CJ and Mitchell, toppling desks and each other to get away. The classroom looked like ground zero with kids screaming and kicking at one another. It looked awful. And then, when everything was really chaotic, Kyoko lost it…

“STOP IT NOW!!!” as if a godly voice was yelling at them all the students froze in horror and turned their attention to Kyoko. Kyoko was now really pissed off that CJ had entered her classroom, made some commotion, and was disturbing class, almost popping a vain, and raising her clenched fist in the air.

“Mr. CJ…” Her voice began to tension. CJ quickly tilted his head to her direction, along with Mitchell and the rest of class, “You’ve disrupted my class, almost broke my door, claimed yourself as President of the United States, which your not, made quite a show out of the past 5 minutes you’ve been here, destroyed my classroom and now…” Kyoko was on fire; her eyes were glaring with fire, with a black background and Pac-Man dying, which caused CJ to put on a terrified face, because Kyoko was armed with a textbook, “…you’ll pay, oh so dearly.” She raised her frown into a sadistic smile. CJ, still terrified, tried to be funny to get off of the subject.

“Anakin, your breaking my heart!” CJ fell into a Shakespeare pose, with a skull and old renaissance outfit. Kyoko did not find that one bit amusing, and her rage continued to grow, scaring the students out of their pants!

“Are you okay Miss Goto?” Mitchell tried to reassure her with his trademark smile.

“Oh, she’s okay Mitch. She’s so fucking dandy!” CJ, terrified, shocked, and having a bit of an attitude problem, CJ stared at the face of death with absolutely no way to fight her, because she was the teacher. Suddenly, Kyoko let her rage out, raising her arm with the rolled up textbook. A background with lightning that hit the book shook the classroom, and in one fell swoop, she swung the mighty textbook at him. CJ pulled of a matrix move, dodging the blow and it suddenly hit unsuspecting Mitchell upside the head, sending his head towards the window, colliding with the window and banging his head really hard.

“So, you have failed to defeat me Mr. Anderson.” CJ had a smug look on his face, with Matrix clothing on. Kyoko looked at Mitchell, now rubbing his head on the place he was hit at on his head. Kyoko paniced and rushed to Mitchell’s aid.

“Oh my God! Are you okay Mitchell?!”

“It’s okay Kyoko. I’m not hurt…”

“Now you are!” CJ threw a powerful uppercut at Mitchell, landing on his chin and sending his head up. He didn’t react with pain: instead, he felt funny…

“Hey…the background became clouds,” Mitchell was in slow motion the while he was hit. He wasn’t in pain; he just had a “moment.”

“Hey, it’s so light…the sun, the birds, the George Lucas…wait, what’s he doing here?”

“Hey Mitchell! Can you play the part of young Qui-Gon Jin in my new movie Star Wars: Episode 0 – the revenge of the horribly written script?”

Mitchell gave him a funny look as if he had a hundred eyes. Then he noticed Pac-man, eating a few birds and then eating George Lucas. Mitchell, shocked, terrified, and in a bit of awe, stared at the monster eating everything in the background, then heading towards Mitchell, looking to devour more. Then, closing his eyes he went back to reality…

“Mitch-san?”

“Mitchell? Get up dumbass!” CJ slapped him the back.

Mitchell was actually asleep the whole time. Most of the class was in front of him, but no one stood before Sakura, Niomi, CJ, Ayumi, and Kyoko. Waking up, he saw everyone and gave an assuring smile to everyone.

“Uh…Hey everyone.” Mitchell had been sleeping on his desk for about 5 minutes after being hit. He had fallen and landed hard on the desk, but he was snoozing, not unconscious. “Was I out just now?”

“Hell yeah!” CJ literally jumped out of his seat with excitement, “You totally blanked out man!”

“I saw Pac Man eat George Lucas…”

“Only in your dreams Mitch. Only in your dreams” CJ patted his back and showed off a smug smile.

The students became confused. Pac Man? Eating George Lucas? What was that all about?

“Yep, only in my dreams…” Mitchell flung his arm up stretching himself, accidentally whacking CJ upside the head and causing him to fall over in pain, crying like a little child, “Oh my God! CJ, are you okay?” Mitchell ran to his injured friend’s aid. The student, along with Kyoko, had absolutely no clue what was happening. Mitchell got hit, and now the other American gets hit back. Were they just stupid or weird?

“Oh god...” CJ was crying in cutesy Chibi big eyed form, wiggling his injured body like a worm.

“Sorry CJ…guess I don’t know my own strength.”

“OF COURSE YOU DON’T!!! Oh god…my head…” Mitchell, who was looking down at the ground to CJ, was spotted by none other than Principal Nagasaki, who just “happened” to pass by class. Mitchell would later go on that day as the student Nagasaki despised the most…

Principal Nagasaki was walking through the hall until he heard CJ’s cries of pain and random yells. Walking closer, he found it was coming from Kyoko’s classroom. Peeking inside, he saw Mitchell with a clenched fist in the air looking down at the injured CJ, along with the class scattered around the room, desks and chairs all toppled or destroyed, the door cracked, and dust that covered the air. Immediately he assumed Mitchell had barged into class, started terrorizing the students and Kyoko, then flipped out and knocked over everyone’s desk, and afterwards beat up a student to get rid of the frustration. This got him truly enraged, for Mitchell would have been the one that destroyed school property, which he didn’t, but the belief seemed to lead to that direction. But one student couldn’t do all of that. Not all of this damage. Maybe it wasn’t Mitchell…

“Oh…hey Principal Nagasaki.” Mitchell waved to Nagasaki, who did not wave back.

“Oh…you’re the principal…” CJ looked up in pain at Nagasaki, and then jumped up with energy.

“Right. Mr. Goto, did you do all of this? Knock over and destroy everything and hurt that innocent boy?”

“Yes he did Mr. Principal!” CJ burst into a weird crazy voice, pointing at Mitchell with false anger, “That bastard destroyed everything in here! He knocked over these desks, harassed the teacher, beat me to a pulp, threatened to kill everyone with a duck, and wanted to change the foreign policies of this country to make way for American bureaucracy!”

Too absurd to believe, everyone who listened to CJ’s awfully thought lie to get his friend in trouble seems to have failed because everyone in the classroom was dumbfounded and were not persuaded by his outrageous remark.

“Look you, I don’t think Mitchell could have done all this, and your remark is quite absurd. Now would you please tell me what really happened…?”

“That’s what really happened.” CJ’s wisecracking got him nowhere again. Now Principal Nagasaki was really annoyed with CJ. He knew he was trying to be funny, but Nagasaki did not crack a smile, let alone a smirk.

“CJ, do you think Principal Nagasaki is really that retarded?” Mitchell interjected with trademark charm and smile, “I mean he’s a bit harsh and strict but come on, is he really that bad?” Mitchell continued to annoy principal Nagasaki, but not on purpose. “So make sure to not piss off the poor guy. Because not following ‘Nagasaki’s Law’ can land you in detention. Also, I heard he’s a short tempered man from the upperclassman. They say he’s mean, cruel, harsh, violent…” the more words flew out of Mitchell’s mouth as he tried to educate CJ on the principal Nagasaki turned so red with anger from Mitchell’s taunting words he looked like a fresh picked apple, and his ears had steam running out of them. And then, he blew it…

“Well, do you believe the upperclassman Mitch? They usually lie and cheat you, you know.”

“Of course. They seemed really nice and truthful. Maybe Principal Nagasaki is…”

“MR GOTO!!!!” he screamed so loud everyone in the school heard him as the building shook with unspeakable rage “TO MY OFFICE NOW!!!” The background was covered in fire so did his eyes, filled with hatred and anger. Mitchell and CJ looked at him as if had a hundred eyes, in shock and awe his voice almost caused an earthquake.

“Mr. Nagasaki, let’s not get so loud now. Let us let our anger flow out of our bodies and become one with ourselves.” Mitchell was floating in mid air in meditation, his hands stuck out with his thumb and index fingers making a circle, and his legs crossed, closing his eyes and still concentrating his trademark charming smile, which made him look very cheerful. Nagasaki fought back in annoyance.

“Mr. Goto! Did you not hear me the first time?! I said TO MY OFFICE! DETENTION YOUNG MAN!!!” Mitchell looked at up him with cute, puppy style eyes and in Chibi form, so innocently it almost made you want to take him home with you.

“But…Principal Nagasaki…I was only trying to be…”

“MY OFFICE NOW OR RISK ANOTHER DETENTION MR.GOTO!!!!!” Nagasaki pointed out of the door, the background completely on fire and he looked like Satan, while Mitchell, dressed as an angel and looked like he was left the classroom through the door that looked like the Gates of Hell. After Mitchell had left and Nagasaki stormed out of the classroom, continuing to yell at Mitchell, the class got silent. The Principal was just verbally abused, in front of everyone. Has that ever happened in any school, on the first day even?

“Mitch got what he just deserved!” CJ proudly and heroically chanted, dressed in superman costume. In chorus the class responded back:

“NO HE DID NOT YOU LIAR!!!”

Kyoko sighed as the class fell into chaos once again. Mitchell got in trouble on his first day of school, and he didn’t do anything. His American friend was starting to become public enemy number 1, and now she had to deal with class. Too much to handle for her…

“I better go see how Mitchell is doing.” Kyoko groaned and got out of her seat. Before leaving, she started writing on the chalkboard. The class, fighting with one another again, began to halt their arguments as they looked at the board and saw this written by their teacher, all but CJ who did not understand Japanese writing:

“I’m going to be back, I have to do something…while I’m gone, this is study hall ^_^ no disruptions from anyone or detention for the all of you! \_/
Love, Ms. Goto
P.S. - I mean it! No fights! Or else! ”

Kyoko then proceeded out of the class, looking very tense and upset, and almost guilty. After reading on the chalkboard, the students of her class dashed back to their seats and started their own private conversations, but CJ was still left standing, trying to read the board, but had no success. So, he ran over to Sakura, Niomi and Ayumi, the girls Mitchell were next to, to either ask for help or annoy the hell out of them…

“Konnichiwa bitches!” CJ entered with his right and holding out the peace sign and an overjoyed look struck him, he was grinning mischievously.

“Oh, it’s the other American.” Ayumi said plainly. She, Sakura and Niomi looked at him as if he were a convict.

“The name’s CJ! God, what’s with the attitude? Lighten up!”

“You’re annoying!” Sakura pointed at CJ and he glared back at her.

“Well, you know what then…” Sakura and Ayumi focused in closely on what he would say, “Sphincter says what?!” CJ said it so fast they could not interpret what he had said.

“What?”

CJ starting cracking up and the girls had absolutely no idea what was going on. Seriously, they were dumbfounded. But whatever became of Mitchell?


*Talkin’ ‘bout a Revolution*


What became of Mitchell was not very pleasant. Kyoko, who was waiting outside of the office, leaned against the wall, and a concerned look to her face. She knew how strict the principal could be, and right now, she could hear every word he barked violently at Mitchell, who was in the Principal’s office. The secretary of the school, whose desk sat right in front of the room in front of the closed doors to Nagasaki’s office, became spooked by his temper.

Kyoko also heard lots of banging coming from the principal’s office. It spooked her out to, flinching every time she heard a loud crash coming from his room. It defiantly wasn’t Mitchell; Nagasaki is just horrible at having any kind of tolerance level. Kyoko was concerned for Mitchell hoping today wasn’t too bad of an experience to scare him away from the school. But with Principal Nagasaki’s harsh actions, she could be wrong…

Mitchell finally appeared, Nagasaki glares intensely at him as he walked away with a rye smile on his face, but his eyes looked like he went through a lot. He spotted Kyoko, and depressingly made his way towards her. Falsely accused, barked at, ridiculed, yet he was still smiling.

“Mitchell…” He smiled at her again in his trademark fashion. “Hey…are you…okay?” Kyoko was deeply worried Mitch would say “Today sucked. I hate this school” and she would become guilty for dragging him into this kind of environment.

“I have never seen a more demotic person than Principal Nagasaki. Not even President Bush was that bad.”

Kyoko couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Mitchell seemed fine, so she went back to being her normal self. Kyoko and Mitchell then left from their original spot and headed towards the hallway, walking while they conversed on Nagasaki’s relentless antics.

“But seriously Kyoko…I think someone should do something about him.”

“Your right Mitch. He’s really too much for his own good.”

“Yeah…”

As Mitchell and Kyoko walked back to class Mitchell knew he had to do something to help this school. If he could get in trouble this easy, then what about the other students? Would they be in trouble just like him? He wanted to make sure everyone didn’t have to deal with that living hell of a “talk” from Nagasaki.

“Hm…maybe we should start a revolution against Principal Nagasaki?”


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Thursday, August 10, 2006

   Um...hey...
Hey. How's anyone? Just wandering...
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Wednesday, August 9, 2006

   First post...
Hmm...how to start...um...

Hey...

For some, "Konnichiwa"

For others, "who the hell are you?"

I plan to send some of my art to this site. I think I suck, but...eh...Maybe I'll post some chapters of my book. I'm here to make friends too, I guess. By the way, anyone have a Pocky?

Okay, I'm done.
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