Amanda Sun - Ink

I made it halfway across the courtyard before I realized I was still wearing my school slippers. No lie. I had to turn around and slink all the way back to the genkan, the stifled laughs from my classmates trailing me as I mustered what slippered dignity I could.

God, way to scream foreigner. Youd think after a couple of weeks Id have the routine down, but no. Id gone into that mode again, the one where I forgot everything for a minute and walked dazed through the sounds of the Japanese being spoken around me, not fully comprehending that it wasnt English, that I was on the other side of the world, that Mom was

Katie!

I looked up to see Yuki running toward me, breaking from a group of girls who stopped chatting, staring at us. Their stares werent unfriendlythey just werent exactly subtle.

I guess thats expected when youre the only Amerika-jin in the school.

Yuki grabbed my arms with her slender fingers. You do not want to go in there, she said in English, motioning at the school entrance behind us.

Um, I kind of have to, I answered in broken Japanese.

Forget English, Diane had said. Its the easiest way to get flu-ent faster. Its easier to forget everything, I guess. Forget I ever had any other kind of life.

Yuki shook her head, so I pointed at my slippered feet.

You still shouldnt, she said, this time in Japanese. I liked that about Yukishe knew I was trying. She didnt insist on English like some of the other kids. Theres an ugly breakup going on in the genkan. Really, really awkward.

What am I supposed to do, wait? I said. Ill just be in and out, ten seconds. I held out my fingers for emphasis.

Trust me, she said, you dont want to get in the middle of this.

I peeked around her shoulder, but I couldnt see anything through the glass. I tapped the toe of my slipper on the ground; it felt so flimsy.

Some big shot? I said in English, and Yuki cocked her head to the side. You know, a daiji na hito or something? If Yuki was worried, it was probably gossip-worthy.

She leaned in conspiratorially. Yuu Tomohiro, she whispered. In Japan, everyone went by their last names first. Hes fighting with Myu.

Who?

Yukis friends giggled behind us. Had they been eavesdropping the whole time?

Myu, his girlfriend, she said.

No, I know Myu. The other one, I said.

Yuu Tomohiro? Yuki said, her arms waving wildly as if that would jog a memory I didnt have. Top of the kendo team? They let him get away with almost anything. You dont want to draw his attention, trust me. He has this cold stare.

I dunnohe seems dangerous.

So, what, hes going to stare me down?

Yuki rolled her eyes. You dont get it. Hes unpredictable.

You dont want to make enemies with a third year in your first two weeks, do you?

I bit my lip, trying to peer through the glass door again.

I didnt need more attention, thats for sure. I just wanted to blend in, get my homework done and drift through school until Nan and Gramps could take me in. But I also didnt want to stand in the courtyard in a pair of slippers, stuck for who knows how long. Anyway, its not like they could make my life a living hell if I left Japan, and it would all be sorted out soon, right? This wasnt where Mom intended me to end up. I knew that.

Im going in, I said.

Youre crazy, Yuki said, but her eyes shone with excitement.

They dont scare me.

Yuki raised her fists up to her chin. Faito, she said. Fight.

In her most encouraging, you-can-do-it voice.

I grinned a little, then stepped toward the door. Even from outside I could hear the muffled yelling. When it died down for a minute, I took my chance.

Just in and out. Im in slippers, for gods sake. Theyre not even going to hear me.

I pulled open the door and let it close quietly behind me before I stepped onto the raised wooden floor. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. The yelling was still muffled, and I realized the couple were on the other side of the sliding door into the school. Perfectno way theyd see me now.

I snuck between the rows and rows of shoe cubbies looking for mine. It wasnt hard to findit was the only one with a pair of leather shoes sticking out approximately a mile, surrounded by the neatly tucked-away slippers in everyone elses boxes. We all wore slippers in the school to keep it clean, but they werent your typical cozy bedroom slippers. They were more like papery white f lats. Japan had slippers for everythingschool, house, toilet room, you name it.

I reached for my shoes as Myus high and whiny voice echoed from the hallway behind the sliding door. Rolling my eyes, I pulled off the first slipper and then the other, clunking my shoes onto the floor and sliding my feet in.

And then the door slid open with a crash.

I crouched down, jolted by the footsteps stomping toward me. I did not want in on this performance.

Matte! Myu shouted, followed by a flurry of shuffling footsteps. Wait!

I glanced at the door to the courtyardtoo far to make it without being seen. And just by trying to plan my escape route, Id waited too long. If she saw me now, the way I was pressed against the wall all spylike, shed think I was eavesdropping, and I didnt need rumors circulating about me. I was already a gaijin, an outsiderI didnt need to be a weirdo, too.

Oi, said a second, annoyed voice. It was deep and rich

must be Yuu Tomohiro, dangerous kendo star. He didnt sound that dangerous. In fact, he sounded pretty disinterested. Cold, like Yuki had said.

Myu rapidly churned out Japanese words I didnt know. I caught a particle here and a past tense there, but lets face it

Id only been in the country for a little more than a month and studying for five. Id crammed all the Japanese I could, but I realized the minute I was on the plane that it had all been useless if I wanted to have a real conversation. At least I could name just about all the fruits and vegetables in the grocery store.

Great plan there. Real useful. Things had improved since I arrived, but still, talking to Yuki or taking notes in class was not the same as following the high-pitched babbling of a major social breakup like this one. That was hard enough in English. I could really only make out the most important detail, which was that she was seriously pissed. You didnt need much vocab to tell.

I peeked around the wall of cubbies, hugging the wooden frame so I wouldnt be seen. Yuu Tomohiro had stopped in his tracks, his back to me and his head tilted back, staring up at her. Myus long legs made her school uniform look scan-dalously short, her kneesocks slumped in coils around her ankles. She clutched a black book at the top of the steps, her nails painted neatly in pinks and glittery silver.

What is this? What is it? she said over and over, waving the book in Yuus face.

Um I thought. A notebook?

Yuu Tomohiro shrugged and climbed the steps back up to the sliding door. He reached for the notebook, but Myu whisked it behind her. He sighed as he leaned back against the opened door, his slipper pressing against the wooden frame.

Well? Myu said.

Whats it look like? he said. A notebook.

I rolled my eyes, even though my answer had been pretty much the same.

Baka ja nai no? Myu shrieked at him.

He was taller than her, but not when he slouched like that against the wall. And the more she fumed at him, the farther he seemed to slouch into the door. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his navy blue school blazer and tilted his head down, like he couldnt stand to even look at her or something. His copper hair, too bright to be natural, flipped in every direction like he hadnt taken the time to brush it, and hed grown his bangs longthe way he was staring at the floor made the tips of them brush against his eyelashes.