I cannot believe I'm stuck in Mandingo. This was not how Sora had envisioned spending the remainder of her senior year of high school. Sora had lived her whole life up to this point in Japan, having turned 18 the previous week. When her father was dispatched to the United States in order to increase his company's market base, she was optimistic that it would be bearable living in Los Angeles or New York, world class cities with diverse populations. Instead, he was sent to Mandingo, American Midwest, in order to be near the geographic center of the United States. It was an affluent but small city, at least compared to her beloved Tokyo, Sora noted. Sora never wanted to leave Tokyo. She had a great life in Tokyo, with tons of girlfriends and the most popular boy in her district, Shigeru, wrapped around her finger. She really was the queen bee at her previous school, a role which she relished. Now she had to live in this shitty little hick town, in a foreign country and with a foreign language. There probably aren't even any Asians here, she lamented.
Sora knew that she had to stop her depressing thoughts. It was her first day of school, although as it was October the other students had started already, and she had to finish getting ready. She looked over herself in the mirror. She was 5'2 with light honey brown skin with a tinge of yellow. She admired her perfectly straight hair, jet black and falling down to her lower back. Her hair had been the envy of every girl in her old school. Even her bangs, currently cut straight across her forehead like many Japanese girls, were immaculate. As she was accustomed to attending private school, Sora wore a checkered red and navy skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. Sora examined her legs, which were slender but still retained a very feminine beauty. Japanese boys had gone crazy for them. She wore a white blouse, and noted that it clung to her white D-cup bra. Sora had been the bustiest girl in her old school, and every boy had coveted her breasts. She had used this to her advantage, as she regularly flirted with the boys in the school to get what she wanted. You don't just become queen bee for nothing, she thought to herself. There are probably some huge amazon women here in Mandingo with H-cup breasts though. Still, she knew none would match her beauty. Sora's dark brown eyes, glassy and innocent, really were spectacular. She had s little stubby nose that all men found cute, and full succulent lips. Sora finished applying lip gloss, slipped on her black one inch clog heels and hopped downstairs, suitably impressed with herself.
Sora grabbed her little black knapsack, swung it over her shoulder and headed out the door without a word to her parents. She was still angry with them over the move. She made the five minute walk down the street and arrived at Mandingo high. It was a large white school with large lawns surrounding it. There were already hundreds of kids milling around. Sora had heard that there were 3,000 students attending the school. She looked around at the other students. Mostly white kids, with a few black kids mixed in. As far as she could tell her suspicion had been correct. No Asians.
Suddenly Sora fell to the ground. She saw two girls storm past her. They turned around to see who they had knocked over. The girl on the right spoke first. She was 5'7, white and had long, red hair that fell into large curls. She was wearing jean shorts and a tight green t-shirt that hugged what appeared to Sora to be a pair of DDs. She stomped around in brown work boots.
"Watch where you're going you... an Asian?! Since when do we have an Asian here?!" She asked.
The other girl was black, and the first black person Sora had ever seen in person. She was 5'9 and had an afro. She wore jeans, black sneakers and a yellow tanktop. She was muscular, but had by far the largest ass Sora had ever seen.
"Awwwww meee sooooo SAAWEEEEE" The black girl sarcastically said.
English was not her first language, but Sora was fluent. She had watched television shows and movies in English for as long as she could remember and had picked up quite a bit. A bit of studying over the summer left her more than adequate with the language. Still, before she could respond to the girls they ran off laughing. Sora fumed. Bitches.
Sora's first three classes were humiliating. All of her teachers made a point of introducing her to the class like some sort of alien. Clearly the people of Mandingo had never even seen an Asian in person. The boys just looked at her like an alien, but the girls turned their noses up at her and scrunched their eyebrows dismissively when looking her way. Her class before lunch had been the worst. Her teacher, Mr. Flutesnoot, was particularly interested in Japan and asked her many questions. Sora pretended not to be able to understand him, and was highly embarrassed by the whole situation. He told her that she might want to check out the computer lab before lunch, although it would not be as impressive as the lab she was used to. Yes, Sora thought. Of course all Asians are into computers. Ignorant moron. Mercifully, the bell rang.
Sora decided to avoid the lunchroom. She did not feel like being stared at and looked down on by thousands of students. Sora took an apple out of her bag and headed toward the computer lab. Hopefully it's empty, she thought. Maybe I can talk to my friends at home on the computer for the whole hour.
Sora walked into the computer lab and looked around. Good, she thought. All alone. Sora sat at a keyboard and logged in with her school password. She suddenly heard heavy breathing and turned around, confused.
"Umm... ahh... hel.. hello" She heard come from the corner. Sora raised her eyebrows.
"Hello?"
Sora saw two boys stand up. The first was a chubby white boy with greasy brown hair. He was covered in acne. The second was a rail thin black boy wearing glasses and with hair that seemed to rise on the sides and droop in the middle. Both were just like the nerds that Sora had been in American movies and TV shows.
"Ahhh are you lost?" The scared looking white boy asked.
"No... this is the computer lab?" Sora asked.
"Yeppers." The equally scared black boy responded.
Both boys looked at Sora with bulging eyes.
"Something wrong?" Sora asked, confused by their stares.
"No... it's just... we never see girls in the computer lab." Responded the black boy.
"Yes, definitely a rarity!" The white boy responded.
"Sorry..." Sora felt awkward speaking with the two strange boys.
"Are you from Japan?!" the white boy asked.
"Do you like anime?!?!" the black boy followed up.
"It's ok I guess... and yes I am..." Sora responded. Sora enjoyed some Japanese cartoons as a child, but did not want to be stereotyped.
The boys were excited by her response. Within moments they introduced themselves and began bombarding her with questions. The white boy was Martin, and the black boy was Louis. They were both huge fans of computers and anime. They were also extremely interested in Japan and considered themselves experts on the topic. Seeing an actual Japanese girl, particularly one as beautiful as Sora, walk into their computer lab was like a dream come true. They both tried to show her as much of their favourite anime as was possible in the lunch hour. Sora feigned interest, which encouraged them further. Sora noticed both boys occasionally getting lost staring at her chest and legs.
When it was almost time for the warning bell the boys told Sora they would show her to her next class. Neither of them would take their eyes off of her. Sora was happy to have male attention again, even if it was from two boys as awkward as Martin and Louis. In Japan, the most popular boys in the school would escort her to her class. Sora was disappointed to see the two girls who had knocked her down standing just inside the classroom she was supposed to be entering. I hate those bitches, she thought. They appeared to be talking to their boyfriends.
