Radio Station

Origins

A total of two weeks had passed and after constant studying, Alana was mostly fluent in Japanese though still- Alana planned to use English for adjectives and such. Whether or not she'd get in trouble for such a thing, she was unaware of but either way, she'd get through it.
"I hope you're not plotting about how to get through school again. You're only a first year, you've got a while before you can start making enemies"
"Relax grandma! I'm only... Uh, studying my Japanese."
The old woman groaned.
"Save the lies, you can't trick an old maid like me."
'Maid? You've got to be kidding me'
"Please, you aren't that old"
Sarah Hus gasped in false mockery knowing all too well that this- this banter was the best part of their living arrangement. That's what Alana called it. Such a stubborn girl, refusing to admit how dependent she really was. Maybe what that girl needed was a distraction, something she could control.
For now, there wasn't much around here that she'd have much control over but then again, maybe it'd be best if Alana found that one thing for herself. Yes, that'd be best.
"Well," she began, getting back on topic.
"I still think I'm a'bloomin"
"Ahhhh, nooo- not the old timey slang. It buurrnnns" the brunette began squirming around, acting as though the words were burning a hole through her skin. Though, dear readers- i assure you, such a thing as 'old timey slang' certainly should not be allowed. This is a lesson a certain old woman would learn over the course of the next few months.
"Back in my day, kids had respect for their elders. Oh how the times have changed."
"Oh shut up you old lady," the teen girl let out a loud yawn
"I'm going to bed"
"Bagh? It's 6 in the afternoon."
"Pft, you're the one going to the early bird specials"
With the flat and drowsy words the teenager slipped down the narrow and creaky stairs that lead to the dusty basement that Alana called her private home.
She smiled absentmindedly as she entered her room. It had changed quite a bit since she had first came. Now, the rectangular room had been slathered in beige and foamy sea green paint with just the cutest grey comforter and throw pillows.
Then there was a old antique desk in the corner, some old radio. Probably had a recording microphone, that must have been what the little thing was.
Well, tired as a tired person can be, Alana climbed into her bed and drifted off to sleep.
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Morning came at 6am the next day- after around 12 hours of deep sleep a teenage youth was finally thought to be woken up.
"No, no, too early!" She screeched, as light streamed through the curtains.
"Calm down! You got school, remember?" yelled her grandmother from the stairs, not too far away
A frown broke out across Alana's face
"I don't wanna go"
"Oh come on, are you so weak as to think that you're all that matters. When you get me some great grandchildren I won't be able to pay for them. You have to be smart and successful! So get up"
The 16 year old got up after much mumbling and grumbling about a senior center made just for her grandmother and drudged to a cream dresser then pulled out the dreaded school girl uniform.
To be totally honest, it wasn't as monstrously sexist as she had expected. Sure, the skirt was shorter than she would prefer to wear to school but other than that- her cleavage was covered and her (panda) panties were covered.
Alana rushed up the stairs, tying the bow to her uniform on the way up.
"Hey, Grandma? Am I wearing this right?" the old woman turned from the stove to have her eyes light up at the sight of her granddaughter.
"Oh, sweetheart!! You look positively adorable!"
"Ah! Grandma, get off me!" the girl yelled as the elderly woman was suddenly glomping her.
"Oh no, you're just too cute! Oh, I need to take pictures!"
That was when Alana drew the line. As Sara Hus left the cramped kitchen for the camera, Alana dodged the situation and left the house. When she was gone and the door slammed shut, Sara peered from the doorway she rushed from. She smiled knowingly. Sara knew that the threat of a camera would get her granddaughter from the house.
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Alana ran down the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding passerby's.
Finally however she was unable to avoid one and crashed into a taller male.
"Oh shit, sorry!" she yelled, english slipping out rather than her intended Japanese. The boy looked to her and Alana got a good look at him.
He was short, maybe 5'4 and certainly younger than Alana herself. He also had the brownest eyes that Alana had the pleasure of looking upon. Instantly she knew that whoever this guy was, she liked him.
"Hello there, I'm so sorry, It wasn't my intention to run into you"this time, all the Japanese that she had practiced, flew from Alana's mouth.
"Oh it's not a problem. I am Fukui Akio, student at Daikoku High School and judging by your uniform, you are as well?"
"Indeed, I am- in fact I am starting school there today. My name is Hus Alana but I'm from America so I'd prefer of you just called me Alana."

Carley: hi people! It's been forever since I've updated this so i hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also I want to let you know that Akio Fukui basically means Bright Boy( Akio) and fortunate, So Akio is a very privileged kid and actually really smart. Not L or Light smart but defiantly a 8/10, and if you don't know what i mean by that I'm actually a bit disappointed. Just so you know though, in Death Note, as far as intelligence goes, Near is 10/10, Light is 9/10 and L is 8/10 along with Mello. I've also made Alana a 7/10. Alana's pretty charismatic and Akio is Loyal. Finally, Daikoku High school is the High school that Light goes to. Whether or not Alana and him establish contact with each other, i'm not sure yet but read on to find out.