February 5th
Dear diary (well isn't that a cliché way to start), this is my first time writing a diary actually, and I'm writing this in English also. Maybe that can help a bit with my English studies. Who knows?
Anyway, the move from my home in Russia to America was quite successful. I didn't have much trouble with all of my things or anything, so nothing interesting has happened yet today. Although… I had a strange feeling when I came here. Like someone was watching me. I so swear that I saw someone with a blond hair, when I turned to check. It was kind of bothering. Especially when it wasn't my little sister, Natalia. She usually follows me around (and tries to marry me, and I have no idea why), but she's back home in Russia, so she couldn't be here. … Unless she followed me all the way to the plane! нет. No. Not possible.
Oh wait, someone's at the door.
Later
Well that was interesting. I met other students. Four of them.
One of them was called Arthur Kirkland, I believe. He's British, and I noticed he has quite a temper. He tries to act all gentlemanly, but I think he fails at it because of one person.
And that person's name is Francis Bonnefoy (I'm not actually sure did I write it right, but…). He's French, and quite flirty when given the chance. And he sees a lot of chances I noticed. Especially with the Brit, Kirkland. I think he groped the Brit's ass when they left.
Then a very annoying, American, Alfred F. Jones. I could see right away that we wouldn't get along with each other. He was too loud, also he's an idiot, and really oblivious. And he can't read the atmosphere at all. That I noticed. And the laugh… Argh! So annoying and so loud! I think I try to avoid him as well as I can when I go to school. And if he doesn't get the message, I think I'm going to mash his face in or something.
Then there was one more. Jones's twin brother (I couldn't really believe it, because they are completely opposites of each other!). Matthew Williams. Canadian. He was really quiet, and I couldn't almost hear him when he spoke. He also stuttered a lot. He also seemed a bit shy, but really polite. The awkward thing was that I couldn't pronounce his first name right… Due to my accent. It came out something like this: Matvey. Jones started to laugh, which I didn't like and I wanted to hit then and there, but I controlled myself. Williams said that it was okay and really looked like he didn't mind at all.
So they came to meet me. The new kid. And I found out that it was Jones who had been watching me earlier. He said that I looked like a "really suspicious commie". Doesn't he know that Russia isn't a communist country anymore? Well Kirkland actually pointed it out, but Jones didn't seem to care one bit.
But now I should continue unpacking my stuff.
Later
It's 11:47 pm. And I can't stop thinking about him. Seriously! I only met him today, and he's already taken over my mind! What the fuck is wrong with me? Okay, take a deep breath. What makes me think about him?
Things that I think about him:
His (so soft looking) hair.
The separate curl from his hair that is in front of his face.
His facial features.
His slightly feminine body (well I couldn't actually see it well, but I could feel it when he almost fell and I caught him…)
His eyes (which have a color that is a lot like mine).
His smile…
I'm so in trouble now. I can't have a crush the first day that I'm here. I mean! What are the chances? Seriously? The very first day?
Argh! I should be sleeping now. I have school tomorrow! I'll try to sleep now…