The air was brisk. That was all that could play through her mind as she took a deep breath, hovering her fingers loosely over her laptop. What was it that she could say to Jin. She hadn't spoken to her brother in so long, she wasn't sure what to talk about. His new wife wanted nothing to do with her. Sarah thought she was too much of a freak to be arounmd and didn't want her around her nieces and nephews. Then again, with her whole life she should've known that he'd cave just as their mother had. By now Sarah should be best friends with her mother.

"Damn it." She cursed as she slammed her laptop down. Finding herself digging her hand through her hair to make her headache disappear she took a gasping breath. Just the calm sounds of the cars passing by gave her a soothing break.

A small coffee shop rest right in front of a mini-mall complex area, though it wasn't like most modern places, it was more of an old time, brick place. It made it seem more homely. In fact Ophelia had found this to be her favorite place out of the high school. Galway Bay had a lot of beauty to it. Not at all like America or Korea. Those places held too many bad memories.

Ophelia was dressed casually, a short t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans. It seemed that was all she really wore now. It was cheap and not too flashy. She'd never find a reason to dress up now, always having to go to her father's business dinners to show her off.

A waiter came, she was a young girl, early sixteen she'd assume by the aging of her face and the fake cheerful 'Hello" she opened with. A fake grin was met with her fake joyfulness. Ophelia didn't even have to glance at the menu, she knew everything at this place from head to toe. This girl was obviously new. They had almost completly re-staffed since she last left.

"I'll have the chicken alfredo with iced sweet tea." She remarked as she found herself opening a book. 'The Bonesetter's Daughter'. Without even waiting for a response from the young woman she began to read into the eleventh chapter.

This was a complete disaster. First it was a bus packed with strangers with an actual fat lady singing towards the end of the ride to the next town, then it was a small plane where there was a man on the right that hadn’t seen water since the last time it rained and another much older man that couldn’t keep his body functions under control, plus a kid kicking in the back seat. Unfortunately, the headache, earache, back ache, and the smell all stuck with the teenager as she got on another bus to take her to the school grounds. Well, not the school grounds, just the town up the road from the school the Japanese girl would be spending her high school life in. People looked at her funny as she passed by their seats and plugged up their noses. She couldn’t believe these people believed that stench was coming from her! She had had it.

Before getting to the next city she practically poured the bottle of body spray on her. It was completely disgusting and this was coming from someone who had lived in the ghetto in another country. Poor Japanese people were way more dangerous than putting Kyo and Yuki in the same room with swords and telling them to take out all their frustration with each other. The thought of the two boys from Fruit Baskets gave Kumori a small grin that lifted one side of her lips to lift up. She missed her mangas. Thinking of that made the teenager frown.

Feeling her body being launched forward all of sudden caught Kumori off guard as the bus came to a complete stop. Not prepared, she fell face forward on the floor. The passengers, not even giving her a glance, filed out. Growling out loud, the Japanese girl picked herself up, piled most of her traveling bags on her shoulders, and stomped out. Once out, the bus took no time moving on and the girl was left on the sidewalk in front of a small food shop. How the hell was she supposes to find her way around this place and to the school? She wasn’t even familiar with her previous Irish town before having to move to this one…on her own.

Pressing her lips together in a tight line she looked left to right trying to find someone who knew something. She finally just tapped another teenager on the shoulder and they twirled around. The girl was pretty, but maybe she could be a student to the school she was trying to get to.

In a thick Japanese accent, Kumori attempted to speak, “Excuse me, Harbor Academy?” Okay her English was practically horrible, but maybe it was just a little bit understandable. The teenage girl that was being questioned just looked at Kumori strangely and said something in Gaelic. The Japanese girl just grew pale and looked at her as an American usually would her if they tried to say something.

How the freak was she suppose to find her way around a place that didn’t have people speaking Japanese or English? Someone had to speak one of those languages. Growling and blowing up her cheeks as if she had them filled with air, Kumori just stood there and finally decided to go forward. Maybe after she had a bite to eat then it would help.

Plopping her stuff on the floor next to a table, she sat herself and exhaled. Closing her eyes to breathe and relax herself, Kumori lifted her head as a waitress came up to her. She wondered if this one could speak English. She was starving, but if she could only get something to drink, that would even suit her until she got to the school. Again in her thick native language the teenager spoke, “Water or Tea. Anything.”

Nope. The waitress gave her the same look as the person outside did. Flustered she just pointed to whatever another waitress was bringing out. It was nice looking meal and glass of ice tea with a slice of lemon the side. Kumori pointed to the drink and the waitress followed her finger. The woman said whatever the meal and drink was and the teenager nodded with a tied expression on her face.

When the woman wrote it down, she walked away and Kumori was left alone…again. The teenager ran a hand through her thick dark brown hair as her bangs fell back to her face. She adjusted the tight white top and jeans she was wearing and made sure her tennis shoes strings were tied. Once she had a double check on herself, Kumori sat back in her seat and leaned her head back so that she could stare at the ceiling.

This had to be the worst day of her life…and it wasn’t even over yet.

The book seemed to be very articulate. You had to have an understanding of oriental culture in order to truly appreciate the story. THe acts of family and sacrifice. Of knowing how a child must go through in modern times to her mother's superstitous past. To accept and understand what your mother had to have gone through in the past to take care of you and not knowing how she ended up that way. But no. Her past, her mother's past was not that way at all. A half american half korean brat. Not only that but they had to be highly educated and well off. Ophelia didn't have to teach. Jin just kept sending her checks every month, probably to heed her away from his family. That or she reminded him of his and his father's failure in the experiement they included her in.

Pushing the book away she took a short sign as she tilted her head towards the sky, hearing the sounds of the birds calling to one another. Though she was psychic she still couldn't understand everything in anythings mind, if that was comprehendable to other people. Most people didn't understand or appreciate her reasoning or understanding of things in life. Growing up with so many confusions and different tendencies she had to accept. Being taught one thing in a culture and then having to do the opposite to please her father's investors.

Hearing a small loud raucous from the side she turned as she saw an oriental girl fall from the bus. The woman spoke in a thick accent, japanese it almost sounded like.

That was the school that she had been at since she was a child, but what special gift did this girl have. Obviously she wasn't very well off by the accent and the lack of japanese. Her guess was that she never paid much attention in school before or just barely got by. Either she had a lack of devotion to be taught or she was too distracted by whatever gift it was that had been bestowed upon her.

The girl wasn't very good at ordering either. It seemed that she wasn't use to other languages or the basic means of communication. Right now it was a time that Ophelia wished that everyone had a basic understanding of sign language. If so it'd be much easier to communicate if they didn't know the specefied language in the area.

Finally she wasn't able to take much more of this girls suffering. At times she was a cold heart but when it came to situations like this it warmed into a bleeding one. Picking up her book and the small black bag that had been laying at her feet she moved over a few tables, taking the seat across from the young girls. A smile shone on her face. She knew this girl would either give her a confused look or would panic that she had taken her table. She wasn't a very confident girl from what she could evaluate. The opposite of herself. Then again they do say that opposites attract. Something about this young girl intrigued her.

Her previous waitress looked somewhat confused as she had approached Ophelia's previous table. Ophelia signaled the woman to bring her order over, and she did. Very delicately, fakely in Ophelia's mind set, she placed the food in front of her and the iced tea to the side.

Ophelia waved her off and took a rather large drink, yet gracefully of her tea. Sitting up more up-right she sat her black bag next to her feet as she crossed them. In a thick japanese accent she spoke to the girl in her native tongue.

"It seems to me that you're a little lost. Harbor Academy is quite a ways away from here."