Mornings.

I am alone this morning, mom's at work as dad is too. My brother apparently slept over at someones house, but I don't know for sure, I just know he's not here. I shuffle down the cold wooden stairs, my feet are slightly tinted purple. I make eggs while in my pjs, I took a shower last night and my backpack is packed, i'm in no rush this morning.

Awesome.

School starts at eight, and it's now six thirty. I don't know why I woke up so early, but I guess I can just go on tumblr, if anyone's on, until I have to go. I crack an egg in the pan.

It sizzles.
I throw the egg-shell in the trash can.
This morning is okay.

On the way to school, I see no one. The bus stop is empty. I begin to wonder if there's even school today, but I dismiss the thought, school can't be canceled. It's the first day.

I wonder where everyone is then.

It's absolutely freezing too, but I guess that's normal weather in Canada. This is my first year here, so this is just a guess though. I've lived in France for my whole life. My father sent me here to get to know my mother, and her husband. They're okay I guess. My half-brother, Alfred, is horribly annoying. My mom and step dad constantly confuse me for him. It's better than being ignored all the time though, if we weren't confused I would have thought that I was just a ghost in this house.

The bus still comes on time, I silently get in. I give a light awkward smile that the bus driver returns. I am the first stop. I take a seat in the front.

On the third stop, the bus filles with teenagers. I get a sandwich thrown at the back of my head.

At least it was whole grain.

First Day.
This is my first day of school here. It's not too bad, but it's not amazing. I still get pushed into lockers in the hallway, and go un-noticed by almost everyone, but no attention is better than negative attention.

Well I think so, you can disagree, I don't care.

I'm now in my third block class, It's currently my favorite. And it's not just because this is the block that has lunch. It's because this is French class. Aka, an easy A plus. And so far the teacher loves me, this is big because the teacher actually notices me. Well not really, she remembers me for a split second after I answer a question, then It's the whole "What is your name again?" Thing. I sigh.

I sit next to Kiku, he seems okay, not some one annoying, or someone who'll copy off me, but not someone who I could see myself as close friends with. We're both awkward, I think. I didn't see him as the french class kind of guy, but what do I know. I think he's Alfreds friend, but I really can't remember. I feel like a hypocrite now, and I avoid any eye contact with him. God he must think i'm a weirdo. I never said anything to him and I feel guilty. Matthieu Williams everyone.

In front of me is Francis, at least I think that's his name. I didn't really pay that much attention during introductions. Apparently he is also fluent in French. What a coincidence. He looks really...girly. Not that's a bad thing or anything!

He "woos" the teacher right there and then. I guess that he already knows how he's going to pass his classes this year. The teacher is no fool though, she blushes for a moment, then slaps his hand with a ruler. That's... technically against school rules, but who cares, it was awesome.

The class laughs at him while he whines a bit. I break into a slight smile, but I use my sweatshirt sleeve to hide it. I guess I'm the girly one. The teacher turns around and goes back to the board.

He turns around and whispers to me.

"Bonjour, Matthieu, was it?"

I pretend not to hear him.

"Hello? Matthieu?"

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

He waves his hand in my face, the teacher is still turned around at the board.

I still ignore him.

He turns back around, I hear him whisper under his breath, "Quelle Dommage..."

Not really. I feel kinda bad, because he might have been I okay guy. But I just feel kinda creeped out? I don't know how to explain it. I sigh once again today.

On the other side of me is this weird guy who looks totally out-of-place, his name is, uh, okay I don't remember. I mean, the school only offers two other languages, but he does not look like a guy to learn French. He looks very...manly. His hair is jelled back, it looks hard a rock. His eyes look very focused and he has perfect posture. I think I should just stay away from him. That means I should stop staring. Dammit me, stop staring. Why can I stop staring. Crap he noticed. Double crap, eye contact. I quickly turn away somehow.

The bell rings just in time, I grab my backpack and leave to the cafeteria. I have D lunch, the last lunch block.

I lacked the knowledge to know if you bring a brown paper bag, buy lunch, or bring a box lunch, to high school. I'll just buy today and see what is socially acceptable for high school lunch, then figure out what to so from there.

The only problem is that school lunch looks horrible. Bluh. I got Mac and cheese. The only problem is that i'm lactose and tolerant. Go me.

Now I am face with the problem of finding a seat. Should I brave it and sit with a random person, and hope a friendship comes from it? Or do I just throw away lunch and go the library. Maybe I should look for Alfred. No, Alfred wouldn't want to deal with me. It's not like he's obligated to anyways.

I go with plan B and retreat to the library.

The library hold lots of interesting people. And by interesting I mean intimidating. I take a seat in the back by the computers. I grab the first book I see of the shelve and pretend to read it to make sure I don't look like a total loser. But I'm really not fooling anyone.

"Hello" I jump and look up, I have no clue who this guy is, and I don't think I want to either.

"uh," Spit it out! "What's up?"

He smiles, why is he smiling? "I am Ivan. You had no one to sit with at lunch, da?"

"I um,-"

"You will sit with me and my comrades. You are Alfred's brother?"

"Erm, yes"

"Come" He grabs me by the arm and drags me out of the library. This is only the first ten minutes of lunch. Lunch is forty minutes. "I am a sophomore. The other person who sat at our table was a senior, but he is now gone. You will take his place"

"Okay?"

I am now sitting at a table full with people talking.

I count six people including Ivan.

Ivan introduces them to me.

Natalia , Katyusha, Toris, Raivis, Eduard.

They all seem a bit odd. But nice. Katyusha is the first one to talk to me. But I notice her left eye. It's glass.

I try not to stare, and for once I succeed. Everyone else stays weary of me and hold their own conversations. But I don't really care.

After lunch I had algebra two, then I was free.

It was a silent walk home, It takes an hour to walk from school home.

The sun is going down.
I decided to take a shortcut home. As clichéd as it is, it's through an alleyway. I found this during the summer after work one day.

Only when i'm right in the middle of it now is when I notice how creepy this place looks. I hurry my pace a bit.

"Hey, dude!"

I jump a bit, I hurry my pace even more. This is so clichéd it's not even funny. It's like a badly written book. My 'fast pace' Is now a run and this alleyway seems like it's never ending.

I just want to get home at this point.

So of course I punched the owner of the hand that was on my shoulder without thinking.

dammit Alfred.

Okay so like, I have an idea for this story for once. Wow. I typed is in the middle of the night last night though, I had a random moment of inspiration, and i was not letting it go. Canada is not depressed in the fic either, nor is Prussia his knight in shining armor.

... and to anyone who knows a beta reader, might you send them this way, please?