Danielle Parker walked around the school to get to her locker. She moved out of the people's way so she doesn't lose balance of the textbooks in her hands. She heard that the new people who moved had moved here had kids and where going to this school.
It didn't really bother me since I was once known as the new kid but that was 4 years ago. I am 14 as of recently and a freshman at the school.
I am American but moved to France because of my mother. Let me tell you the story about what happened. My parents divorced, mom met French guy, got hitched and dragged me with her to France.
But before I moved here, I lived in Miami. I speak English, Spanish and French. I moved here when I was ten. My older sister, luckily, never was here because she was already in high school and chose to stay with Dad to finish high school in Florida. Lucky bitch.
Anyways, my step brother is the douche bag who bullies everyone including me. Yea, you could say my life sucks here.
I was sitting in class taking notes that the teacher was giving out when the door opened and out came a new face, presumably one of the new kids. He was actually really cute too. He had dark brown hair and eyes, had a mole on his cheek but it made him cute instead of ugly.
"Bonjour. Vous etes le nouvel eleve, oui?" The teacher asked but the boy looked lost.
"Um. I don't speak French." He stated slowly. "Alright. You are the new student, yes?" The teacher asked in English this time. "Yea, Warren Blake." He introduced himself.
The teacher introduced himself and had Warren seated near the middle and class re took its place.
During the entire class, I would glance at Warren. He seemed so lost at what was happening, it was kind of cute to be honest. The last time I glanced at him, he was looking at me too. Locking our gazes for what seemed to be hours, I smiled at him shyly. I could feel the heat raising all over my face causing me to look quickly back at the front and force myself not to look back.
I walked into the class room after the bell rang, making me late. Fuck the French language. Can't find a damn thing. I think I found the right class, walking in the door more than a dozen eyes landed on me. Why to make the first day.
Who I assumed as the teacher came forward, "Bonjour. Vous Etes le nouvel eleve, oui?" I blinked because I had no idea what the fuck he just said to me.
"Um, I don't speak French." I said slowly, hoping the teacher would understand me. "Alright. You are the new student, yes?" Nodding, "Yes, Warren Blake." I shook his hand while he introduced himself to me and sat me near the middle of the class room.
Great. Get to see all of the eyes that want to look at the new freak American kid. I had a feeling today is going to be a long day.
During the whole class I kept on feeling a pair of eyes on me. Getting sick of it, I looked at the general direction of the staring but didn't see any one looking at me. When I looked at the tan girl that was sitting by the window, she looked back at me.
Ah, so I found the person who was looking at me. She was cute, so I didn't mind that much. She had red hair, obviously dyed but looked good on her. She also had the most interesting hazel eyes I've ever seen. They weren't the regular hazel, the combo but they were a light green with slight brown near the pupil and had a light blue ring around it, making her eyes unique.
She smiled, having perfect straight teeth (questioning whether or not she had braces before), and turned back around the front. Although I could see a little blush on her face.
I gotta get to know this girl.