Rawiya went to her seat which was by a girl talking to one of her friends in her mother tongue, "hai, Shi. Daiichi, ka? Kurasu nonochiohanashishi  tai yo." Rawiya was very confused about what the girl was talking about. "Oh, I'm very sorry about that...Rawiya, if that's your name?," she said a very polite manner.
"Yes, it is. I believe you're Kurohime Yamaguchi?," Rawiya replied back.
"Hai, hajimemashite. Watashi wa Yamaguchi Kurohime, da. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.," she put out her hand for a shake. Rawiya was still confused, but she shook her hand and repiled back, "onegaishimasu."
"Wow!," Kurohime was amazed by Rawiya's response, "I didn't knew you spoke Japanese."
       "Frankly, I don't. I just couldn't leave a new friend hanging for a handshake.," Rawiya said to Kurohime with an honest expression. "Could you please translate it into English for me?"
       "Yes, I can; I'm also a very good translator for people who aren't used to hearing the language. I said, 'yes, hello. I am Kurohime Yamaguchi. It's very nice to meet you.' The translating into English part, it kinda runs in the family, because I'm in a generation of people who teach English-speaking classes in Japan. If you had ever heard of Junichi Yamaguchi and Ren Nakajima, they are my parents. My twin brother, Daisuke, is also pursuing an English teacher career in the school as well, but he's in the normal classes. We aren't only confusing children they had, we are made up of 4 boys and 6 girls. My ex-friends back in my homeland who died in a car accident are my friends that are my hallucinations."
"I kind of knew about that Daiichi person," Rawiya felt mixed emotions coming down her spine already from the conversation, "who are your friends, anyway?"
"Their names are Daiichi Masuda, Hana Inoue, and Yoshi Kondo. Maybe I'll introduce you to them at your house, maybe around 17 hundred hours tonight."
       "Okay, that seems like a very good deal," Rawiya said with a handshake, "see you at 5pm, Tomodachi-san."

9 Hours Later

       The apartment's doorbell rang, sounding like a part from a Big Walter Horton song when you hear it, and Kurohime came inside, carrying her backpack and a book with the colors red and blue with gold accents in her left arm. Rawiya became illuminated to see her very first friend from when she came overseas, also was Kurohime. "Mama," Rawiya said to her mother, "I forgot to tell you, my new friend Tomodachi-san is coming to our house for a visit." The mother didn't even get angry or misleaded by a strange-looking girl, like most people you know on TV when they see something like that. "Okay," she sighed, "just don't get into trouble with her."
       "I promise," Rawiya told her as she ran over to the coffee table where Kurohime was sitting at. Also at that time, Jasmeen came in to the living room with two teapots and cups filled with Darjeeling and White teas. As soon as she poured the tea, Jasmeen said, "I hope you girls enjoy my teamaking skills; If you have any concerns about any of the two, please tell me."
       The young ladies laughed and drank for a couple minutes as Kurohime introduced her three hallucinated friends to Rawiya. When they finished, Rawiya looked across and saw the book. "Tomodachi-san, do you know what is this research book's topic?," she curiously asked Kurohime. "This isn't a history book, it's actually one of my favorite stories titled The Arabian Nights. This is also the rarest version in English, includes every single night. You do know what they are, right?"
       Rawiya already felt like having a panic attack because she read non-fiction for all of her life. "To be honest with you Tomo-san," she ruefully told Kurohime, "despite being from Arabia, nobody even told or showed me the 1,001 most famous tales from my country."
       Kurohime gasped, "Not even 'Sinbad The Sailor', 'Ali Baba & the 40 Thieves' or 'Aladdin and the Magic Lamp'?" Rawiya shook her head. "Lemme tell you something. I was told once, 'if you read nonfiction for your entire life, you never had any fun. If you read fiction for a majority of your life, you have tons of inspirations for creativity.' If you could read just one night aloud for me, you can be transformed."
       "If you're certain about my inspiration," Rawiya sighed,"I'll read you at least a night or two."