Hello.... Falcon, was it? Very well. Let me start formally. Dear Falcon,
I have not written in you for a while, as I am taking time to adjust to this new school. However, this place for learning is very strange indeed. It is very different from Japan, where our Sensei's teach us the power of peace, of silence. This place for learning seems to be the total opposite. I suppose, as being a kind of diary, I have to explain everything.
Father Dad had shown me the way to this new school. It is a very short path, with unnatural, sharp angles and the scent of smoke everywhere. My sensitive nose, more used to the sweet breezes and leaves, had tingled every time I looked outside. This time, I had to walk on hard ground, my nose feeling like it had been taken off my snout. However hard it was to ignore the smell, I still had to walk to this school, where I am supposed to learn.
I had finally turned the last corner, revealing the school. It was large, and it seemed like it had many openings, where an ambush could be set easily. My instincts told me I would be vulnerable here, but I was told it was safe. I had entered through the largest entrance - almost immediately, the sound overwhelmed me. I tried to place my paws over my ears - but my paws where pulled away by another female dog, who looked annoyed. I couldn't believe how the dogs here expressed their feelings so openly, but none of them seemed like ninjas that wanted to ambush me.
As soon as she spoke, I knew I didn't like her. Her voice was too high-pitched, her hair too glossy, her smile too wide.???: Welcome to I do not know how to spell this word Roseswirls High! This school is run by my father, Principal Swirls, and of course, this school is named after me!
I was a little taken aback by how quickly she spoke, but however she acted, I needed to be respectful. I dipped my head in a small bow, like I had always did before.Me: Thank you for the information. May I ask for your name????: *gives me a strange look* New kid, I see? You speak, you know... weird.Me: Actually, I do not know I speak strangely. To me, you speak strangely, too. However, I'd appreciate it if you'd answer my question.???: Question? What question? Whatever it was, I do like you - a bit. Good to be respected, you know?Me: Respect was everything back where I lived. My question was 'May I ask for you name?'???: My name? You don't know my name? Why, of course, I told you - this school is named after me!I was a little confused, as she wasn't very specific... Which I found out nearly all of them aren't as specific as I thought so.Me: So your name is Roseswirls High????: Silly, silly. *shakes head* So dense, sometimes. *looks back at me* My name is Rose, my last name is Swirls. Of course, being the principal's daughter, I get to sort everyone into groups. You know, ranks?Me: *raises eyebrow* I prefer the term hierarchy.Rose: Whatever you say, new kid. Your name?Me: Fuyukaze -Rose: What? Your parents named you Fudge Cakes? If they did, it so doesn't match you, darlin'.Of course, now I know respect, peace and quiet aren't treated very well here.Me: Fu - yu - kaze. It means Winter Wind, and my last name is Hawk. If you prefer, you may call me Winter.Rose: Winter? Seriously? Winter's like the worst time ever, 'cause you can't wear short-sleeved dresses as it's always too cold. I mean, what kind of dog would like -I had got a little.... impatient, I suppose. I know respect is high in Japan, but here, it seemed to be tossed around like a lump of meat.Me: Do not judge me by name and looks, Rose Swirls.Rose: You come from Japan? Really? Do you have any of those beautiful kiminos -Me: I'm sorry, but no.Rose: *sighs* Oh, well. You might be right with the judging by looks thing, but so far, it has worked well. I'm starting to feel... Well, like I don't really like you anymore.Me: Like you don't really like me anymore? What does that truly mean?Rose: *rolls eyes* Yeah, whatever. Dense all the time, more like. Interests?Me: I do enjoy sword - fencing. I have been trained in the ways of silence -Rose: Blah blah blah, boring Japanese stuff, I suppose. Still, you might be a useful asset to the Populars....Me: Useful asset? *arches eyebrow*Rose: Hmm.... Yeah, you can be Populars.Me: Very well, then. May someone explain to me what exactly is a Popular?Rose: *ignores me and walks off*I was left standing in front of the entrance, confused, until something slammed into my back, knocking me forwards. I unsteadily got up - the back of my head ached a little, but otherwise, I seemed fine. I turned my head to see who had hit me - then I realized it was just a door. Standing by the door was a girl, with dark fur, long, glossy blue hair, and a horrified expression.
???: Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Are you -Me: I'm fine.... I think. It was just an accident anyways....???: Are you sure? Really? Your head doesn't -Me: It's fine. *small bow* May I ask you for your name????: Sh - Sharon Rose....Suddenly, the high-pitched, squeaky voice of Rose cut into our conversation.Rose: What are you doing, Winter?!Me: I - I was just talking to Sharon, here -Rose: Of course you're not supposed to talk to useless scraps of fur! They're Outcasts - the lowest rank, like, ever!Then I remembered Sharon was beside me. I flashed her a quick glance - and realized she was sniffling.Sharon: 
S - She's right.... I - I'm....Rose: Yeah, right, crybaby. Go and run off to your Outcast friends and leave the Populars alone!Me: 
I - How dare you treat Sharon like that?! She's a fellow student, just like all of us!Rose: All of you? Excuse me, but I am the daughter of the principal of this school - and this school is named after me! If you're going to be a Popular, you've got to respect me, Japanese girl.Me: 
I.... I am not going to be a Popular, then. If all Populars act like you, Rose Swirls, I'm afraid it doesn't seem like the top of the school now.Rose: *narrows eyes* Fine, then, Winter Wind Hawk. You are now an Outcast - by your own will.I watched Rose turn around, dramatically flicking her hair behind her as she left. I heard gasps and murmurs of shock around me - I didn't care, though. I turned back to Rose, who looked just as shocked as some of the bystanders.Sharon: Y - You gave up your rank a - as a Popular to...Me: She wasn't being fair. *glances back at Rose's back* I'd... Can you explain what do you mean by Popular, Outcast and such, anyways?Sharon: Well.... If that's the least I can give you....Sharon handed over a crumpled slip of paper, which she explained that they used to give it out until Rose decided that she should choose the groups, not everyone else. Let me copy it into my Falcon.... You, really.
Populars - Followers of the Queen Bee, they love fashion. Pink is their favorite color, and they rule the school with the jocks. All Populars must be girls.
Popularity: 10/10
Jocks - They love sport and are normally are paired up with Populars. They must be boys.
Popularity: 10/10
Nerds: With high IQ, the Nerds are intelligent and clever. They are made up of boys and girls, and the Populars can get them to do their homework for them.
Popularity: 4/10
Emos: Rebellious, mysterious and dark, the Emos can be made up of boys and girls. They won't listen to anybody but themselves.
Popularity: 2/10
Outcasts: Made up of boys and girls, this is where all of the loners, the ones who don't fit in any group, and the ones who have disrespected the Queen Bee.
Popularity: 0/10
Me: Ah, so I see.... Why are you in Outcasts, anyways?Sharon: *sniffles* For being too shy... and quiet....Me: *snorts* That's just silly. You're kind, too - much more than those stuck up Populars.Sharon: R - Really?Me: It's true. I shall head for my next class.... *checks timetable* History.Sharon: O - Okay.... See you later, then....Me: See.... Is that what you say when you leave?Sharon: *chuckles* Actually, it means that we will meet soon.... Well, see you later, then! *rushes off*Me: *stares after her* See.... you later.When I reached History class, I was greeted by..... the Sensei teacher.
He was dressed completely in green.... Maybe the blend in with the trees and bushes - wait. I don't think they practice the art of camouflage here.... Better not get my hopes up. Anyways, since he was older than us, we had to show respect. I walked right up to him and pressed my front paws together, dipping my head in a bow. Then I realized nobody was doing the same as me, and they were all staring like I had become a toad.???: New ssstudent 'ere? Get back in your seat, kid.Me: I... was just...???: Back in your seat. Now!Me: I... Yes, Sensei.???: Sensei?! Mr Green, student.Me: Yes, Mr Green Student..... *backs off*Mr Green Student: 'Ust Mr Green, young lad.Me: Yes, Mr.... Green.Mr Green: *turns back to class* Now, 'class. You bunch are goin' to go 'n a trip - my favorite kind. To a museum!I wasn't sure what to do to ask a question, so I spoke up. Big mistake.Me: Mr Green.... What is a museum?Mr Green: What is a museum?! 'ext time, you put your paw up. Since you're new, I'll 'et you off. A museum is a wonderful place to learn History! *turns back to class* We're learning about Egyptian history and mythology today - right now! Pack up your snack and notebook, then 'e go!I grabbed my snack from my bag and found a notebook in my locker. I remembered seeing it there the first time I had opened the locker, but I hadn't taken notice of it - until now, of course. I slipped the notebook into a small backpack I kept with me all the time, the snack, and a pencil case. When we returned to the classroom, Mr Green ordered for us to line up, which I understood as I had heard soldiers being told to get in line. He led us outside, where there was..... a huge, metal thing there, with four huge, black rubber paws. I turned to the dog behind me - a male with dark fur and a green leaf on his head.
Me: Excuse me, what is that.. metal contraption????: Why, that is a bus, of course! You didn't know? *grins at me*When he realized I actually didn't know what was a 'bus', he explained it. I had seen some males around the hallways and all of them seemed impatient, rude - but this one seemed patient, at least, and quite sweet to help her, and cu - No, I cannot be falling for boys now. Anyways, he explained that a 'bus' was a mode of transport, which let us rest our aching paws and sit down while it did the moving for us. I was a little - and still - confused. Wouldn't the 'bus' get tired? I wasn't sure about that, but I didn't question him and simply thanked him.
Me: Well.... Thanks for the help, then.....???: The name's Alexander. You're new, I hear? What's yours?Me: My... what?Alexander: Name, of course.Me: Oh.... Fuyukaze, or Winter Wind Hawk, but just call me Winter.Alexander: *chuckles* You've got quite a lot of names, don't you? I'm just sticking with Winter because it's shortest....He murmured something else at the end of the sentence that I couldn't catch. Meanwhile, I had hurried ahead to get into the 'bus'. On the bus, I found there were 'seats', similar to saddles and such, which every sat down on one. There weren't any order or such, so I settled down on one of the 'seats'. I heard a voice beside me - it was Alexander.Alexander: I.... Erm... Can I sit here?Me: I thought there wasn't an order of seating. Does that mean -Alexander: Erm.... Yes, no orders.... *sits down*I had felt a little uncomfortable sitting so close to someone I barely knew, especially one of the opposite gender. We just sat in silence for the while, just feeling uncomfortable - actually I was, but by the expression on his snout, I could feel it radiating off him. Finally, the tension broke as Alexander spoke up.Alexander: Don't you think museums are boring?Me: *tilts head* Well, I've never been to one of those 'museums' before, so....Alexander: *laughs softly* Ah, yes. You come from Japan... But you make it seem like Ancient Japan.I didn't really understand what he meant by that, but his laugh.... It reminded me of the gentle breeze that blew back my fur as I stood, silently, on the small ledge of rock. I was... I couldn't describe this feeling, but it made me feel... well... I just can't describe it. I barely heard Alexander until the huge, metal creature jolted to a stop.Alexander: - and of course, this museum dedicated to Egyptian stuff - boring.Me: Erm... Yes, I suppose....We were left staring at each other awkwardly until Mr Green's shout drilled into our ears.Mr Green: Get off, kids! We're 'ere!As we walked off this 'bus', Alexander leaned over to my ear.Alexander: That Mr Green is like, so loud! Why do we have to even go to this boring museum? I bet we can make this so much more fun, Winter.Me: Erm... We?Before he could answer me, though, Mr Green leaned right over.Mr Green: We're going to a wonderful place of learnin', Alexander. Keep your jaws shut. *turns to me* And stay away from, 'im, young lady. I'm keeping a close eye on you.Alexander: I -Mr Green: Shut your jaws. *turns back to the rest of class*We left the bus silently. I couldn't believe that Sensei Green Mr Green was telling us to stay apart. In Japan, teamwork could be the thing that kept you living. I didn't know - I had the urge to slash his head off with my sword, which was strange. In my lessons when I lived in Japan, we were taught to be calm... And I didn't know why. We had to finish snack outside in silence, as food wasn't allowed in the strange place of learning. While Mr Green talked with one of the dogs that seemed to be one of the staff of the museum, Alexander inched over to me.Alexander: *glances down at my snack* Sushi?Me: Yes... Why is that so surprising?Alexander: Um, nothing... *picks up two small sticks on the ground* Dare you to throw that beyond the tree. *points at tree, which was close to where Mr Green and the staff were talking*Me: Erm... Why?Alexander: 'Cause it's fun, of course! Try it!I hesitantly picked up one of the sticks. I closed my eyes, like I had been taught, which helped me focus. I could hear Mr Green and the staff talking, the leaves rustling. Then Alexander gently shook my paw the exact time I threw.Alexander: Um, what are you -Me: *throws it*With him shaking my arm, the stick went off course. I just watched in horror, as it glided through the air, like a falcon swooping through the air, looking for prey - then it dived. I could hear the wind whistling as the stick cut through the air, and stabbed into Mr Green's thick green sweater.Mr Green: .....Class:
Me & Alexander: 
Mr Green: Who did... *points at stick* That?Me: M - Me...Mr Green glared at me, then growled in a voice so deep it sounded like a bear with a sore throat.Mr Green: Young. Lady. I'm keeping a very close watch on you.Alexander gave me a apologetic look, which melted all my anger almost immediately. I didn't know why - could he be casting a spell with that strange, eerie blue lantern of his? Something told me it wasn't him, but there was something wrong with me.
That is what happened until now. I am waiting for every to finish eating. I do not know why I want to be close to Alexander, but I resisted the urge and tried avoiding him. He had brought me trouble, after all. But... Well, I still cannot describe the feeling... But is it.... No, I cannot be actually
wanting to.... No, it is not possible....
Until now? Well... I shall put you down for a while... The... Mr Green.... is calling for this 'class' to come around.
I.... I suppose.... it has been fun. Yes, it has been fun. I... I shall.... expoop it. Wait a second - why am I writing one of those rude words the boys have been tossing around? I think it was...
Expaining Explaining. Yes, explain. So... Mr Green told us that we had to go in partners so we would be together if we got lost. I saw Alexander take a step towards me, as if he wanted to say something, but froze as our eyes met. His eyes dropped to the ground - no, it didn't fall. I suppose... He lowered his gaze. That... sounds better. Anyways, I frowned and took a step towards him, confused.
Me: Why... are you....Before I could finish my sentence, he looked up. The pinkish tint from his dark furred snout was gone, but he seemed to try to look at
everyone but me anything else except for me.
Alexander: I'MFINE! I mean.... *looks at his paws* I'm... fine. I... you want to be my partner? We'll have lots of fun, Winter. *grins*Me: I... Very well, Alexander.I noticed a boy behind him - he seemed to be frowning at Alexander, but he quickly replaced that with a smile when he caught me staring - so quickly that I thought I had imagined the anger he had betrayed. Here is what the boy looks like -
As we joined the crowd of students who were starting to hurry into the museum, I tried not to look too disrespectful as I tilted my head towards the boy.
Me: Alexander... Who's that?Alexander: *glances back* Him? Oh, he's Zuko Sandypaws - he's my friend.Alexander flashed a big grin towards him - he grinned back and hurried off to partner up with another boy. I wasn't sure now if he had actually frowned at Alexander. They seemed to be great friends - but why didn't Alexander choose him as a partner, and someone... who he just met?
Alexander took my paw and tugged me into the line. When we entered the museum, a blast of cold air hit me. I looked around in confusion - where would wind come from in an enclosed space like this? I noticed strange.... things at the top of the museum and around it. I asked Alexander what these were and he told me they were called '
wind air cons'. I wasn't sure why would we need these 'air cons', but cold wind after a day outside is refreshing.
I learned that a museum had things called 'sections' - we had to visit a section called the 'Egyptian section'. It was all very interesting, but Alexander didn't seem to want to hang around and read the descriptions. I asked him why, and he looked at me with his green eyes, like leaves, and smiled.
Alexander: Who would want to read those boring, long descriptions, anyways? We could have a lot more fun...Me: A lot more.... fun?Alexander: Of course! Like.... *looks around* Hmm.... *starts wandering around*I was still confused, but I followed him anyways. Suddenly, he spun around and grinned, swinging a paw up in the air.
Alexander: I've got it!His paw swung back too far and there was a
crack as his paw struck a small statue of the Egyptian God of the Sun, Ra, as said on the description.
Alexander: Oops!Me: O.... Oops?Alexander: Yeah, it's a word... When you make a mistake.Me: Hmm... O - Oops.The word rolled around my mouth - not exactly 'rolling', but... It sounded strange. I frowned and turned my attention on the statue. I noticed a crack on its neck - I leaned closer. Then it's head toppled over and clattered against the ground.
Me: Alexander? The statue's... head fell off.Alexander: WHAT?!From another room, we heard Mr Green yelling -
Mr Green: QUIET! THIS IS A MUSEUM! WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE?!I heard footsteps. Alexander's eyes widened in terror.
Alexander: Mr Green's going to kill me!I tensed, tightening my grip on my sword. I had a strange will to protect him.
Me: Like... kill you with a sword?Alexander: No! And quiet! We can't let him find out!Me: Find out -Alexander quickly grabbed my paw and dragged me over to the statue. Our backs blocked Mr Green's glare from seeing the broken statue - Alexander used his back paw to cover the head.
Mr Green: *looks in the room* I told you I would have an eye on you. You better not be up to mischief again.Then Mr Green left the room. When he was out of earshot, Alexander looked down at the head and started to giggle.
Alexander: 
Oh dear. I just killed the God of the Sun. *giggle*Me: That's horrible! Why would you -Alexander: It's just a statue, but... *picks up head* You got glue?Me: Gl... Glue?Alexander: Yeah, glue. You know, stationery kit?Me: My.... stationery kit. Right. *searches through bag*I found my empty snack box and another box. I opened the box and spilled all of my 'stationery' out. I poked through the mess until I managed to find a white bottle that was labelled 'Glue'. I gave it to him and he squeezed glue over the broken stump of the neck, then stuck it on the stump of the statue.
Alexander: There. Much better!I frowned at it. It seemed... wrong, somehow.
Me: It.... doesn't seem right. The head....Alexander: Oh yeah! It's backward! Maybe I just changed history and made all of those ancient Egyptians think that the God of the Sun has a backward head. *laughs again* Me: I.... don't think that's... funny.Alexander: Of course it isn't going to happen! That's the past, and that's that.So we simply wandered around,
looking at the exhibits really, I was looking at the exhibits. Alexander just followed me around and looked... bored, I think. Maybe I am getting used to this teenage 'slang' words. Perhaps.... Anyways... Alexander did look bored until suddenly his green eyes flashed.
Alexander: How about... we take some photos?He grinned at me. Somehow, I had the feeling it wouldn't be very sensible. I didn't want to get in trouble with Mr Green again....
Me: But -Alexander: Come on! It'll be fun... I have a camera! Besides, how can some photos be deadly? There isn't a sign that says 'no photos' or something.Me: Really?Alexander: Yeah! Come on!He pulled me forwards and into another room. The first thing I noticed was a big sign - scribbled across it was handwriting I'd seen before. Hmm... Ah, yes. Mr Green's
greenboard I mean whiteboard. This is what it said in big,
green (not red) words.
DO NOT TAKE SILLY PHOTOS IN THE MUSEUM.
DO NOT ACT RUDE OR IMPOLITE TO THE MUSEUM STAFF.
DO NOT RIP DOWN THIS SIGN.
DO NOT SCRIBBLE ON THIS SIGN.
DO NOT YELL OR MAKE LOUD NOISES IN THE MUSEUM.
ALWAYS FOLLOW THESE RULES.
DO NOT NOT FOLLOW THESE RULES.
I stared at it, then tapped Alexander on the shoulder.
Me: Um, Alexander...Alexander: Ye - Oh, you need to go to the bathroom? I'll wait outside here for you.Me: No! It's that -Alexander: I know! You want a snack?Me: Noitsthesign!Alexander: No it's the... *looks up* Oh, the sign.Me: N - I mean yes!Alexander: Okay... Um... No silly photos? I'll easily change that. *whips out a calculator* I'll... um.... calculate the sign to death? *puts the calculator back and pulls out a green permanent marker* There. I'll... write it to death!Me: But -He ignored me and got to work on the sign. I tried to pull at his arm, but he just stood there and scribbled over the sign. This is what it looked like at the end -
DO NOT TAKE SILLY PHOTOS IN THE MUSEUM.
DO NOT ACT RUDE OR IMPOLITE TO THE MUSEUM STAFF. Isn't rude and impolite the same thing?
DO NOT RIP DOWN THIS SIGN. I didn't rip it down, I just... Oh wait, next rule.
DO NOT SCRIBBLE ON THIS SIGN. I'm not breaking the rules now!
DO NOT YELL OR MAKE LOUD NOISES IN THE MUSEUM. Stop with the 'nots'!
DO NOT NOT FOLLOW THESE RULES. Can't you just put a 'do' instead of a double not?
I stared at him, and he flashed a cheeky grin back in return. I was about to speak up before he dragged me away from the sign and to the next room. There were a couple of signs there, too - except they had been here since the museum opened.
Me: Don't scribble -Alexander: I won't, but I'm hungry. Is there a cafe around here?Me: No, and we already had snack outside -Just then, he noticed a sign and grinned.
Alexander: There! Somewhere to eat!I was confused. I looked up at where he was looking at, but I couldn't find it. Then Alexander pointed it out to me.
Alexander: There, see?! Food Hub!I squinted at the sign - I barely got a good chance to see it before he dragged me off again.
Me: A - Are you sure it said 'Food Hub?'(Still WIP)
Today, grandpa bought me a pet! I brought it to school just because I can. 
It looks like this:
