For Chiasa, the day couldn't end soon enough. None of her classmates seemed particularly offensive yet, but it was only the first day, and the teacher more than made up for it. Between the affected voice she used and the general ditziness she exhibited, Chiasa could tell it was going to be a long year as far as homeroom went. At least the exchange student might prove interesting, at least in providing a different perspective.<br/><br/>She wandered towards the door, glad that she didn't have any club meetings or anything to keep her here.<em>Though maybe I should consider it this year,</em>she thought,<em>as long as I can find a club that will piss Mom and Dad off. It'll be funny telling them I'm in a club, like a good girl, and then revealing that it isn't symphonic band or some bullshit like that.</em>She chuckles at the idea for a moment before she hears someone say...something. She doesn't know the voice, since no one would normally sound like that, and she turned towards the room where it seemed to come from. "Everything alright in there?" she called as she walked closer.