“You could have been killed!”
“Why in the blazes do you care?” Eli stood slightly unbalanced as blood began to drip down from his forehead. The alley in which he had been fighting was behind him and the street rat teens who had gotten in his way laid on the pavement groaning from his fight with them.
This “class trip” to Japan was turning out to be just like another day in London with him getting into fights on the street. Looking down at himself to check how badly he damaged his uniform this time, he noticed that the white button up shirt he had on was bloodied and torn so he just took it off. Luckily though, his coat, trousers, and shoes were none the worse for wear. He then stuffed the shirt into his travel bag and donned the coat which exposed his bare chest.
The girl seemed to be around 16, which was also Eli’s age and apparently she was witness to the brawl. Obviously, due to her uniform, she was a schoolgirlbut what caught his attention more was that she spoke English. Eli barely understood Japanese so this encounter was fortuitous as he had lost the rest of his class was and had no idea as to where he was.
