My name is Zoe Ann Petro. I am 16 years old and ha freshmen in high school. I live in England, as I have all my life. Though this year for school I'm leaving. I am going to America on an exchange school trip. Right now I'm on a train, heading strait for the place I'll call home fore the next year. Tulsa, Oklahoma.

.Zoe Ann Perto.

I looked out of the window as the train slowed. I couldn't believe that this was happening! All around me people were shifting and getting their things so they could get off once the train stopped. Finally the train came to a screeching halt, I leached forward and almost fell over. I stood up and brushed off my light brown pants and baby blue blouse. I took my white messenger bag, that I had decorated with many different color pins and buttons, and slug it over my shoulder. I then reached up and grabbed my small black roll-a-long bag and headed out the door.

I was greeted by a halo of sunshine on the horizon. I blinked and pushed my stubborn white blond hair out of my dark blue, practically purple, eyes. I looked at the busy station around me. It wasn't at all colorful. The walls were all gray bricks, some painted on my hoods, they didn't seem nice and welcoming like they should be. The floors were white tile that had been coated in a thin layer of grime, they looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in years. The people around me were also plain and unwelcoming. They pushed and shoved their way around me to go where ever they were headed.

I didn't really know where to go or even what I was looking for. I had been told very little about my host family. I knew that they were three brothers. Darryl, Soda and Pony Curtis. Darryl was the oldest and the guardian at the age of 23. Next came Soda, the middle child at the age of 17. Last was Pony, the youngest and the only one left in school, (Soda was a drop out.) at the age of 15, one year younger then me but he skipped a grade. I had no clue what they looked like or acted like. They seemed nice enough though.

I noted that I was blocking the train and quickly walked the same way that everyone else was going. I looked for anyone who might have been there to get me. I saw friends greet one another, lovers reunite, and family wishing off loved ones but no on seemed to want or even notice me. I slowed my pace and scanned the crowd again. All of the sudden I saw a small white sigh pop up above the heads of the many people. The sign was small and white, bobbing up and down in the crowd. I squinted and tried to make out the messy black writing and finally decoded the tangled letters. It was a name, and not just any name. It was my name. I smiled and walked towards it, knowing it must be the Curtis'.

Halfway there I was able to see three people waiting. The one in the middle was clearly Darryl. He was huge. He was extremely tall and had huge muscles. His eyes were tired and it was easy to see that he as over worked. It made me wonder why he wanted to be a host family when it would only mean more work if he was already in this state? I pushed this though aside and looked at the other two.

On Darryl's left was what seemed to be the middle child. He was slightly taller then the other one on the right. Not to mention that he was beautiful. His eyes seemed to smile just as big, maybe bigger, then his actual mouth. He seemed care free and loose hanging. Though still there was something about him that was like a loose cannon, like he would just... pop and any moment.

The very last on the far right was, by default, Pony. HE didn't look like he wanted to be there. He was looking out the window, gazing longingly at the sunset. His arms were crossed at his chest and his eyes were narrowed. Though there was also a point to his face that made him seem haunted, like was was just a shell. He was small, very skinny and bony. It was gray and there were huge bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in days. His mouth showed small laugh lines and it was simple fact that someone like him need a hug and a good laugh.

I thought about what they would think when they saw me. I looked down at what I was wearing. It was simple light brown pants that were the same color as brown sugar. On the top I was wearing one of my favorite shirts. It was baby blue and had a bunged color. With puffy sleeves and flowed down my body. My hair was a little longer then my chin and was mostly straight but with a little wave in the middle. It was also white blond and I had long side bangs that often covered my left eye. I was a bit a rebel, I liked to speak my mind. When people told me that I couldn't do something, I didn't like it. I have strong opinions about everything in life and like to ask many questions. Though I don't think that they would be able to pick that up just by looking up me.

I finished walked over and cleared my throat to get their attention. They looked at me. Well, Darryl looked down to see my small 5'4" body but you understand what I mean.

"Are you Zoe?" Darryl asked. I nodded, not sure of what else to do. His voice was gruff and just as over worked sounding as his body is. "Well, my name is Darryl Curtis but you can call me Darry. This is my brother Soda, and my other brother Pony." He explained and I nodded again, seeing as my predictions were correct. Soda immediately butted in.

"Hi! I'm Soda! I'm so happy that you're coming to stay with up for the year! This is going to be great!" He said in a chipper voice sticking out his hand and when I toke it shaking it roughly. I smiled at him and replied,

"It very nice to meet you all. I'm very thankful that I'm able to be here right now." I told them all, though I was ignored by Pony. Darry seemed to notice though and bumped him on the shoulder and said in a meant to be hushed though not very hushed tone,

"Pony, say hello." He rolled his eyes at his older brother and turned to me.

"Hello." He said in the most terrible voice I head ever heard. It was quiet and eerie, when he spoke all the voices in the background seemed to fade away and my inner silence was sliced into nothing by his cruelness of that one simple word that was used so often around the world. I then couldn't manage to say anything back, I merely stood there with my mouth open.

Soda, on the other hand, totally missed all of this for the fact that he was still in a state of shock because of my accent.

"Wow." he finally said. I turned to him, glad to find a reason to look away from the eyes of Pony who had seemed to had put me into some kind of trance.

"What?" I asked him. Keeping back a small giggle at his funny accent.

"You talk.... funny." He finally said and I let out a laugh.

"Well, you talk funny too!" I said in a terrible attempt to copy his accent. He started to laugh with me and put an arm around my and smiled.

"I do think we're going to get along." He said copying my accent. I laughed as Darry lead us to the car. A grumbling Pony in the rear.

.Zoe Ann Petro.

So this is the start of my new story! Please tell me what you think and I'll post more soon.

-Jasmine