Starting at an American College didn't seem so bad. Although for an Englishman it seemed like a horrible , ugh, no, don't get me started with their manners! Not only is this college full of Americans there are also students from around the world. I cannot say that I will be able to get along with them.
Walking around, taking a look around the large campus. "Bloody hell will I be able to find my way around on my first day!" I said quite irritated at myself. "Have no fear the hero is here! My names Alfred F. Jones the self proclaimed hero!" The loud dirty blonde jock said with much enthusiasm. I simply walked away. "H-Hey! Where are you going! I thought you needed some help finding you classes!" Alfred said jogging to catch up to me. "Away from a loud mouth such as you" I responded not thinking to even stop. "Hey man that was harsh... You have an accent! Are you uh... are you Australian?" Alfred asked curiously. That was it. I turn around to be face to face with the annoying American. "No. I am not bloody Australian! I am a British gentleman now if you excuse me I have some classes to find!" I said scowling turning back around to walk away but a hand grabbed my shoulder pulling me harshly back around. "Hey dude. I don't know what your problem is but don't take it out on me. Since I'm the hero I'm forgiving you. Now show me you schedule so I can help you find your class and probably help you find your dorm."Alfred said as he looked down at my luggage. Sighing. "Fine." Knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer. I handed my schedule over to Alfred. I watched him as he briefly looks over my schedule, after he hands the schedule back to me. "So your first class is math. You have math class with a friend of mine. His name is Yao." Alfred said. "Yao? It sounds... Chinese..." I said thinking a bit. "Hahaha, that's right. He is Chinese, you must be psychic or something man!" Alfred said being enthusiastic about pretty much everything. I groaned, hoping things couldn't get any worse. I walked into my math class hoping that not everyone would be as annoying as that... that imbecile! The bell rung and everyone rushed into the classroom and I took a seat which seemed the most isolated from everyone. The teacher had walked in and stepped in front of the class behind the large desk. "Good morning class. My name is Mr. Jackson, your math teacher. Please get to know the people around you. You will have to work with partners every now and then." The male teacher said. I sighed and fiddled a bit with my fingers. A man came up to my desk. "Herro, My name is Yao, aru." The man had his hair tied up in a low ponytail which lay on his shoulder. "Ello, My names Arthur Kirkland. Nice to meet you, Yao" I nod curtly and politely. "So where are you from? I am from China, aru." Yao said smiling politely. "Well, I am from Great Britain. So Yao tell me about yourself?" I asked. "I love to cook stir fry, Chow Mein is my specialty aru." Yao replied happily. "I-I like cooking too. I-I'm an Englishman whom likes tea and scones" I replied back smiling. We talked a bit more before the school bell rang loudly. I grabbed my bag and walked out. Then the time came to the very class I despised oh so very much. As soon as I walked in I immediately knew I was going to hate the counselor whom forced me into this class. "Bonjour, Nice too meet you. My name is Mrs. Pissarro" Said the young female teacher. "Please take a seat! Class will begin shortly, May I have your name?" Mrs. Pissarro asked. "My name is Arthur Kirkland" I responded taking a seat in the back next to the window. Loud laughs could be heard from outside. And three guys burst in, an albino with red eyes, a guy with chocolate brown hair and eyes and tanned skin, and lastly a guy with long wavy shoulder width hair, shining blue eyes and peach colored skin.