Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
When her father had dropped the news, she'd been shocked, horrified almost. They were leaving the country because he was appointed an important diplomatic position in another country? More to be precise, Japan, a country where the Catholic church didn't have much influence? Then came the biggest revelation and shock for her, she'd protested the moment he stopped talking. She was to attend a Japanese school, without any knowledge of the language what so ever. But he'd had that covered, she received a private tutor later that day, teaching her Japanese to the point where she knew it fluently. Luckily, she had an ear for languages, or she'd never have understood anything.
That was three months before this day, but as she was riding in the back of the big sedan with her father, the driver staying silent up front, she thought back on the day when he'd told her. She'd been there a week, and it was time she begun studying again. "Do you think they'll like me, Father?" She asked softly, looking over at the tall man in his suit sitting next to her. "Don't worry, Lisa, you'll be fine sweetheart." Her father replied calmly, the school coming into view of her window as she let out a sigh.
This would be the first day of her new life as a student in Japan, a transfer even. She'd received the school uniform, but found the skirt too short so she'd supplemented with her own skirt in an identical colour. As the driver pulled up outside the gates, she opened the door, slipping outside. She wore a pair of tennis shoes, the knee length stockings that were part of the uniform in white, a navy blue skirt that went to her knees. Beneath those, she had a pair of white panties, and covering her upper body, a white, matching bra along with the standard buttoned up shirt, tie and uniform jacket. She looked perfectly presentable, though obviously foreign with her pale skin.
As she made her way, somewhat insecure and nervous, she remembered where she was headed, her auburn hair flowing lightly in the breeze as she walked towards the front doors, a shoulderbag on her shoulder containing the books she'd be needing along with money for lunch and her cellphone. Around her neck hung a silver crucifix, in the pocket of her jacket lay her rosebeads, one hand gently in and holding it, counting and silently praying around it. She didn't want to say anything as she got to her classroom, knocking on the door. She then entered, seeing everyone where there, and she was a bit late. The teacher turning towards her, a somewhat old lady, yet she had a nice smile and seemed to recognise her.
That was three months before this day, but as she was riding in the back of the big sedan with her father, the driver staying silent up front, she thought back on the day when he'd told her. She'd been there a week, and it was time she begun studying again. "Do you think they'll like me, Father?" She asked softly, looking over at the tall man in his suit sitting next to her. "Don't worry, Lisa, you'll be fine sweetheart." Her father replied calmly, the school coming into view of her window as she let out a sigh.
This would be the first day of her new life as a student in Japan, a transfer even. She'd received the school uniform, but found the skirt too short so she'd supplemented with her own skirt in an identical colour. As the driver pulled up outside the gates, she opened the door, slipping outside. She wore a pair of tennis shoes, the knee length stockings that were part of the uniform in white, a navy blue skirt that went to her knees. Beneath those, she had a pair of white panties, and covering her upper body, a white, matching bra along with the standard buttoned up shirt, tie and uniform jacket. She looked perfectly presentable, though obviously foreign with her pale skin.
As she made her way, somewhat insecure and nervous, she remembered where she was headed, her auburn hair flowing lightly in the breeze as she walked towards the front doors, a shoulderbag on her shoulder containing the books she'd be needing along with money for lunch and her cellphone. Around her neck hung a silver crucifix, in the pocket of her jacket lay her rosebeads, one hand gently in and holding it, counting and silently praying around it. She didn't want to say anything as she got to her classroom, knocking on the door. She then entered, seeing everyone where there, and she was a bit late. The teacher turning towards her, a somewhat old lady, yet she had a nice smile and seemed to recognise her.