Its morning I'm laying in bed waiting for my alarm to go off, so I could start my first day of school. I had moved to this tiny, mysterious russian town from france because my parents had passed away in a freak accident and I was sent here to live with my decrepit nana. I'm not complaining but I this place is so weird. Too normal for my liking, also I'm dreading the snow. ITS EVERYWERE! I do NOT handle the cold well but at least a nice charity had gotten me this coat and cold weather stuff.
I sigh and I get up and get ready, making sure to make my curly brown mess that I call hair as weird as possible and to make sure I put on enough eyeliner. I love having egyptian eyeliner, kohl. I ate some pineapple before brushing my teeth and ran out shouting 'BYE NANA!' Even though she's fast asleep, passed out from what ever alcohol she consumed last night.
As soon as I stood on the freezing white stuff people call snow, I slipped. Great how embarrassing but I'm glad no one noticed, I brushed my self off when I managed to get up, ignoring the throbbing in my ass. Carefully this time I trudged off to the school. Its a small plain building, probably can only hold 3 classes but here they have a different schooling method were the students stay put in the class room and the teachers come to them and swap over with other teachers. Pretty awesome if you ask me, I better get a seat near a window so I can daydream about the usual.
I fill in this stupid student form and collect my timetable and info and run off to my room, room C. I was already 10 minutes late so i half ran, half strolled in, almost tripping over my feet. 'Ah! Sorry but I'm the new student, Melvin Dowling!' I blushed and bowed as everyone was staring at me like I had a frog on my head, which I have before. 'Privet Melvin, welcome to room C, please introduce yourself to the rest of the students' a tall, blond haired, green eyed male, in a bland formal suit who must be my form tutor said. My cheek burned redder and I looked at the as I spoke 'B-bonjour..I mean privet! My na-name is Melvin Dowling, I c-came-' a few people giggled but the teacher sent them glares so I continued 'I came from Normandy, France. I-im 15 just this march' I bowed again, a few people said privet and welcomes, but I could tell they didn't really care.
I speed walked to the only free seat, right at the back, in the corner far away from the window, great. But I do have a radiator...and the most scariest person next to me. He was tall, like everyone else here, well to me as I'm freakishly short. Well he was just enormous, big boned and had the most oddist of eyes, voilet. They made my eyes look so dull, my chocolate brown stared into his but he didn't look at me, just stared out the window, like he was looking for something in the snow. I think its best if I ignore him, I turned away and I started to stare at the back on this blond haired boy, who was probably older than me. I blushed again, I shouldn't be staring so I focused on my desk which had writting..and claw marks on. Shaking I started to read what the desk said 'IVAN IS MINE! MINE!' 'Scariest seat ever!' 'I like totally love Liet' some of these notes written neater than others, I decided its best if I read the desk at another time...not when its first lesson already, crap this always happens to me, can this day get any worse
