• This is my story, I am going to tell you about the day that changed my life forever, the day she changed me, the day I will never forget.

    The buzzing sound the alarm clock made at the strike of six vibrating against the wood of the ebony nightstand was not very much so a pleasant sound to hear in a time of being drousy. Struggling to keep my eyes open I climbed out of bed, my body with a sudden shock of the cold, the blue light of morning shining in through my window. Stumbling to the small kitchen of my one bedroom apartment I opened the fridge taking out a pearly white gallon of milk setting it on the counter and closing the small white door walking over to the other side of the kitchen reaching up into the small cabinet pulling out a glass, not very descriptive about my glass as you can tell but back to my story.

    As an hour passed by I had gotten myself ready for school, really wearing nothing special but a uniform, did I mention that I lived in Japan? Guess not, but it was a traditional Japanese uniform, a white button up long sleeve shirt accompanied by a black and white striped tie, a pair of black pants which for some reason were rather tight on me and an old pair of converse which I brought with me from America. Let us skip to arriving at school, now I have no idea how to speak Japanese, maybe just a few slang words and the important words such as hello, thank you, and goodbye. I walked up the steps my hair a mess, my hair is semi long, up to my cheek maybe to my chin, I don’t know I never really paid much attention to the length.


    Skipping, I was sitting in class looking out the window my mind elsewhere thinking about the most random idiotic things that can come to mind when bored, do I even mention? Ill save myself the embarrassment, I heard the sudden creak of the classroom door as my head turned quickly to see who would disturb class at such a time. That’s when I saw her she stood there, uniform perfectly fit on her body, her light brown hair over her shoulder, standing there hugging her textbook against her chest looking nervous and shy. I just could not take my eyes off of her, it is as if the light stopped its daily routine in shining with the sun direction and shone upon her. I sat there my jaw practically on the floor, she was so beautiful. “Matthew” The teacher said trying to snap me out of my stupefied coma, I blinked and looked up at her “yes miss?” I asked swallowing hard. “Would you mind showing miss Asuka here around?” I nodded with content “of course” I said with a semi excited tone. She came and sat next to me not taking her eyes off of me, I looked at her my eyes catching hers “Hello im Matthew Maxwell” I said with a welcoming tone “Hello I Am Asuka Yoshiro” she said in a perfect English accent “your accent sounds perfectly clear where are you from?” I asked with curiosity “My mother Is Japanese and my father is British” she said nodding with a beautiful smile. I sat there sinking in my seat just sitting next to her. The bell rang time for a break and to get some lunch.

    To Be Continued………