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Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 10, 2009
Ishikawa Kie had transferred to the USA as part of her father's job. He was a liason for Toyota to the US dealerships. His mastery of English and Japanese basically meant he was translating like crazy. His wife spoke no English what-so-ever. She had been a housewife since they got married in Toyota City (yes, Toyota does own a whole city.) Kie herself had been studying English early, so she had the ability to speak it easily, but she still didn't fit in. In Japan, her glasses and mannerisms were considered pretty damn normal, especially since she got top marks in math. In America, she was considered a geek, and often shunned.
She'd come to America when she was twelve. So she'd had plenty of time to adjust. But no, she was possibly even more introverted than before. All she had going for her were grades, of course. Kie had used to play violin for the school band. But she was even too scared of teasing to join them and play. So after her homeworks was done, she often just watched anime, played games, and tried her best to distract herself from the inevitable argument brewing downstairs between her parents. They flipped between Japanese, English, and broken English from her mother. And they yelled all the time.
It was getting late, and the argument had died down a little. She needed to go to sleep. So she got into her white pajamas and slipped under the covers of her American bed. It still felt oddly uncomfortable. Her eyes closed though. She wouldn't be dreaming. She hadn't dreamed in forever. All she got was what seemed like a mere blink before she was waking up to another day of slogging through a foreign society. At least it was Saturday, she'd be able to do nothing rather than deal with people.
She'd come to America when she was twelve. So she'd had plenty of time to adjust. But no, she was possibly even more introverted than before. All she had going for her were grades, of course. Kie had used to play violin for the school band. But she was even too scared of teasing to join them and play. So after her homeworks was done, she often just watched anime, played games, and tried her best to distract herself from the inevitable argument brewing downstairs between her parents. They flipped between Japanese, English, and broken English from her mother. And they yelled all the time.
It was getting late, and the argument had died down a little. She needed to go to sleep. So she got into her white pajamas and slipped under the covers of her American bed. It still felt oddly uncomfortable. Her eyes closed though. She wouldn't be dreaming. She hadn't dreamed in forever. All she got was what seemed like a mere blink before she was waking up to another day of slogging through a foreign society. At least it was Saturday, she'd be able to do nothing rather than deal with people.